She is Si Ye's favorite

The baby was brought back, and it was the first time Aunt Lian saw this doll. After staying in the intensive care unit for more than half a month, the baby changed from being thin and small when it was born, to white and fat. After the facial features opened, Not cuter.

Black eyes, double eyelids, high nose bridge, small red lips, chubby hands that are limp when pinched, and those little feet kicking back and forth, as if they don't know they are tired.

Aunt Lian held her in her arms strangely and teased:

"Sir, the young master is so cute. By the way, what is the young master's name? Have you thought about it?"

Si Xuanting swept through the furnished baby room. Aunt Lian was very capable, neat and tidy, and childlike. He was very satisfied:

"I leave it to my mother to choose the name, and wait for her to make up her mind."

Si Xuanting caught a glimpse of a box in a corner of the room. There was a white dress on the box, which stood out in the baby's room:

"what is that?"

"It's Ms. Mu's stuff. I put it all in the box. I happened to have something to pack up. I forgot to take it away. I'll take it to my room later."

"I mean that dress on the box? Why isn't it put away?"

"Oh, that's also in Ms. Mu's room. It's a hotel bathrobe. I don't think it belongs to Ms. Mu. I plan to throw it away."

Something flashed in Si Xuanting's mind, his heart beat twice, and he walked towards the box by some strange coincidence.

Aunt Lian hugged the child and looked at it again and again, muttering:

"Sir, the facial features of the young master, the mouth and nose are like yours, but the eyes are neither like you nor Miss Yang, if you look carefully, they are..."

"What?" Si Xuanting had already walked in front of the box, and his eyes fell on the white bathrobe, which had a logo embroidered with gold thread.

Charm Hotel

The memory fragments in his mind flooded out in an instant.

On the night when he was drunk in Meiyu, Song Yu called Mu Yingxue to come over to take care of her, but it was Yang Yuhui who came.

The next day he thought he had used force on Mu Yingxue, but Yang Yuhui said that he had drunk too much and admitted to the wrong person.

He wore pajamas after taking a shower. He clearly remembered that there was only one bathrobe on the shelf at that time, which was exactly the same as the one he was holding now.

I didn't notice it at the time, but now that I think about it, Yang Yuhui didn't wear a bathrobe, and Meiyu, as a love hotel, couldn't just put a bathrobe for customers.

And this one is here with Mu Yingxue.

That night...

Aunt Lian whispered behind her:

"To be honest, sir, don't be angry. I saw the young master's appearance, but he looks a little like Miss Mu. Miss Mu's eyes are also almond-shaped, while Miss Yang's is a pair of red phoenix eyes..."

Something exploded in Si Xuanting's mind.

She ran a long way the next day to buy birth control pills.

The contraceptive pill is effective for 24 hours, but before she could take the pill, she fainted due to overwork and weakness.

When did she file for divorce?

She was always preoccupied during that time.

Backtracking from the child's date of birth...

Many thoughts popped up in his mind, and his fingers tightened his grip on the bathrobe, and there was a creaking sound. Because of the force, the veins on his forehead popped up.

When Aunt Lian saw it, she was taken aback, thinking that she had said something wrong:

"Sir, I'm sorry, I was wrong, I shouldn't talk nonsense..."

Si Xuanting lifted his lips, and his voice became hoarse because he restrained his emotions:

"No, you're right, I was wrong."

"What? What? Sir, why do you say that?"

Si Xuanting did not answer this question, but clutched the bathrobe, turned around and strode out of the room, leaving behind Aunt Lian who didn't know why, holding the child and staying there.

The Maybach driven by Si Xuanting drove at a lightning-fast speed. He controlled the steering with one hand and turned on the phone with the other:

"Song Yu, I need you to do another paternity test."

"It's not that I've done it before. I'm worried that Yang Yuhui will confuse the real one with the fake one. I did it myself, so there can be no problems."

Song Yu also didn't want Yang Yuhui to really give birth to Si Xuanting's child, and was worried that Yang Yuhui would be a hindrance, so he didn't make false hands at all.

Si Xuanting explained concisely:

"It's not about me and the child, but about whether the child and Yang Yuhui are in a mother-child relationship."

"Ah? Why did you suddenly think of testing this? The child was born by Yang Yuhui, so it can be false?"

Song Yu was puzzled, and everyone said that the child's father is not necessarily the same father, but the child's mother is absolutely right,

"I suspect that the child belongs to Mu Yingxue." After this conjecture popped up in his mind, it was like a tide pouring in, trying to drown him.

God knows, his mood at the moment is like a stormy sea.

Song Yu didn't react for a while, but when he did, he stood up from his chair:

"Are you kidding me? Wait, you... are you serious?"

"..." Si Xuanting was silent, he was looking for Yang Yuhui now, he wanted to find evidence to prove that his idea was true.

Yang Yuhui's home is now surrounded by reporters. It has been more than half a month since the child's incident happened, and the turmoil still hasn't subsided. Of course, Yang Yuhui is behind the scenes.

She really wanted to go to the hospital to express her grief, but Si Xuanting sent someone to watch her, and four bodyguards in black stood guard at the door, not allowing her to go out.

Yang Yuhui didn't take it seriously when she was imprisoned for the first few days, because Si Xuanting was angry, and the child's life and death were still uncertain. If she acted like a demon, it would make Si Xuanting even more unhappy.

But after more than ten days in a row, Si Xuanting not only didn't show up, but even blocked her from the phone. Is this the rhythm of locking her up to death?

She couldn't just sit still, she had already contacted her manager, and planned to hold a press conference via webcast, answer the reporter's questions, and create another wave of public opinion to force Si Xuanting.

Everything is ready, she arranges her makeup in front of the mirror, making sure to let everyone see her haggard and heartbroken side.

Yang Yuhui gave herself a make-up that made everyone cry, and she was very satisfied. She squinted her eyes and said bitterly to the mirror:

"Si Xuanting, you must come out and give me an explanation."

After finishing speaking, Yang Yuhui heard the roar of an engine outside, which stopped abruptly downstairs, and then she heard the noisy noise of reporters:

"Mr. Si, have you made a decision to be responsible to Yang Yuhui?"

"Mr. Si, did you decide to marry Miss Yang because of circumstances?"

"Mr. Si, please answer our question."

"Mr. Si..."

Yang Yuhui frowned, it was he who came.

She stood up excitedly, and suddenly remembered that she should be a resentful woman now, so she hurriedly calmed down, staring at the door eager to try.

With a bang, the door was kicked open, and Si Xuanting appeared at the door coldly.

Yang Yuhui's well-prepared tears welled up in her eyes:

"Xuan Ting, you finally came to me, I thought you didn't want me anymore."