Pandora's Box

When I got up the next day, I couldn't keep my eyes open. I went to the bathroom to look in the mirror and found that my face was swollen as if I had been beaten.

My mood at this point is complete frustration.

Last night, although he planned to lower his head and cry so as not to be discovered, Zhuo Wenyang's shirt was quickly wet.

It can be regarded as a failed self-deception.

Fortunately, Zhuo Wenyang didn't say anything, but silently let me smear my tears and snot on his clothes.And when I covered my face with a tissue before leaving and accidentally blew out a big snot bubble, I still maintained my polite nonchalance.

I went to the kitchen to open the refrigerator, found some ice cubes, wrapped a pack in a towel, and applied a cold compress to my swollen eyes.Fortunately, everyone else went out, and I was the only one left at home. I didn't need to explain my miserable situation to others.

I lay on the sofa with a cold towel covering my face, in a daze.

I used to think my life was bad enough when I was complaining and complaining about myself.

It turned out not to be.

Because it could actually be worse.

Even the only "father" who has been convinced for more than 20 years is fake, what is left to be true?

I began to think about the question that every person with doubts about his parentage thinks—whose child am I?

No matter who that person is, what is certain is that he probably has no relationship with my mother. Otherwise, there is a debt and a debtor, so why let my father take over.

Maybe it was the result of an affair?My dad also has a grudge because he was cuckolded?

However, as a product of a cuckold, my dad's attitude towards me is considered too polite, he is simply a kind person, after all, how many men can bear to raise a child for a rival in love?

So I'm supposed to be better than a cheating product, right?The two of them got married with a son, so I don't know the inside story, but...

A flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in my mind, like a thunderclap, which shocked me to sit up from the sofa.

Could it be that Cheng Yichen is really my father?

Otherwise why is he so nice to me?

As Ke Luo said, no one in the world will treat you well for no reason.

Even though Cheng Yichen is a good old man who treats everyone well, his care and love for me is a bit too much, even more pampering and eccentric than his own son Zhuo Wenyang.After careful recollection, sometimes there is a hint of guilt.

So, is it him?

When this thought came up, I couldn't sit still.

It was easy to get Cheng Yichen's DNA sample, there was his toothbrush and comb in the bathroom, everything was within easy reach.

Through the omnipotent network, I quickly found a DNA testing center and killed it without delay.

I know it's crazy, but the possibility is burning inside of me like it's setting me on fire, and I can't stop the car anymore.

After consulting, the process and requirements of submitting for inspection are very simple, but the cost is linked to the time. Some wait for seven days, three days, and some can get the results within a few hours on the same day.I really couldn't have the patience to wait for a few days, so I sent a message to Zhuo Wenyang directly: "Zhuo Wenyang, lend me 1 yuan."

Zhuo Wenyang transferred the money to me almost immediately without asking any further questions.

People who do private appraisals send samples anonymously from home, but I stand here alone and ask for a paternity appraisal.It was so direct and naked that I felt embarrassed for myself.

With a little pride, I said, "I'm going to do a paternal relationship test."

During the hours I waited, I did some shopping and sat myself down for a meal, but I couldn't taste it.

After anxiously surviving the waiting time, I finally got the result. However, I found that it was well written. With my level of education, I can't guarantee 100% comprehension.

I remembered that DV was a medical student, so I quickly took a photo and sent it to him.

"Help me a friend, what does this mean?"

DV quickly replied to me: "It means it doesn't matter."

I followed up and asked, "Is it because the two are not related at all?"

"There is no blood relationship at all, this is a pure passerby. What's the matter, got green?" DV immediately became excited, "Gossip? Who is it?"

"..."

While I was relieved, I was also faintly disappointed.

No matter how much I wanted to know who my real father was, and whoever he really was, I couldn't help but hate him with gnashing teeth when I found him.

And I don't want to hate Cheng Yichen.

So it's not Cheng Yichen, that's good.

But where did I come from?

Who is he?Does he know of my existence?has he seen me?Does he care about me?Will he like me?

Everything is unknown and there is no trace to be found.

Like the faint cloud shadows in the distant sky.

I wandered listlessly and returned home, only to find that someone was already at home before me.

It's Zhuo Wenyang.

I was a little surprised: "Why is it so early today?"

He said, "I'm a little worried about you, so I just want to come back and have a look."

"Sorry for delaying your work."

"It doesn't matter. But where have you been?" He said immediately after asking, "You don't have to force yourself to say something you don't want to say."

I have nothing to hide from him.Sighing, I said, "I went to the DNA testing center."

Zhuo Wenyang raised his eyebrows and looked at me: "What?"

"I went to check the relationship between me and Uncle Chen," I said slowly, "I thought your father might be my father."

Zhuo Wenyang seemed to be choking, and it took him a long time to say: "That's impossible. My dad will never have a second child."

"Oh." It's great to have a complete love to myself.

"He's not your father, I'm sure of that."

I was going to say, how do you know?Counting it, I was born one step ahead of him. He is so sure about his previous world, where does he have the confidence?

But after thinking about it, this kind of complete trust and maintenance of his father is like flowing in his blood and bones.

This is actually very enviable.

Of course, it turned out to be a good thing for me.If Cheng Yichen were my father, then I would have an extra cheap brother.

Zhuo Wenyang is not my younger brother, of course I was relieved.

Otherwise it would be too orthopedic.

After a while, I heard the sound of the door opening, and it was Cheng Yichen who came back with big and small bags of vegetables.Seeing the two of us here, he was changing shoes at the entrance, and said with a smile, "Wen Yang is so early today? Did you know that I'm going to cook you barbecue tonight?"

Waiting to see my appearance clearly, he seemed to notice something, and asked: "What's wrong?"

I pretended to be relaxed: "No."

"What's the matter, Xiao Jing?" He came closer and looked at me carefully, "Have you ever cried?"

Zhuo Wenyang immediately walked away quietly knowingly.

Cheng Yichen sat down beside me, looked at me carefully for a while, and his face became serious: "What happened? Who bullied you? Wen Yang? I'll ask him to apologize to you immediately."

"Nobody bullied me."

I hesitated for only a second about telling him the truth.

I tried to use a relaxed tone: "I just found out that I was not born to my father."

Cheng Yichen's hand on my face froze instantly.

He looked at me in astonishment, as if he couldn't react, and didn't answer for a long time.