Mu Shaoqian froze as if petrified upon hearing this.

Mu Jingheng looked at his son, who smelled of alcohol, with red and watery eyes, on the verge of an emotional collapse, and raised his hand to pat his shoulder.

"Shaoqian, when you asked Dad this question, I think you already knew the answer in your heart."

Mu Jingheng sighed softly.

"Xinxin is your sister Qianyuan, Shaoqian, you should wake up too..."

"Shaoqian!"

Ning Zitong’s voice suddenly came from the doorway, thoroughly interrupting Mu Jingheng.

She hurriedly ran to Mu Shaoqian, her eyes full of concern.

"Shaoqian, where have you been these days? How did you end up like this? Who hit you? Why is your face swollen? And why did you drink so much! Why didn’t you answer Mom’s calls!"

Looking at Mu Shaoqian’s filthy, drunken state, Ning Zitong, as a mother, naturally felt distressed.

Just after saying a couple of words, she suddenly grabbed Mu Shaoqian’s hand.

"Shaoqian, Mom found your sister! We found Yuan!"

Upon hearing Ning Zitong’s words, Mu Shaoqian paused, the moisture in his eyes seemed to dry instantly.

Ning Zitong smiled joyfully, handing over the report sheet in her hand.

"Look! It’s the paternity test report between your dad and Yuan! A 99.99% match rate!"

"...What?"

Mu Shaoqian was taken aback, and Mu Jingheng was just as stunned.

Father and son simultaneously glanced down, and indeed, it was as Ning Zitong said.

But Mu Jingheng didn’t believe it.

Yan Xinxin’s report could be forged, so this report could be fake too.

Mu Shaoqian was muddled for quite some time, his heart felt a sense of relief, yet more unsettled...

"Mom, where did this Yuan come from? Really... really not Yan Xinxin?"

Mu Shaoqian asked anxiously.

Is it really not Yan Xinxin? Can I stop feeling guilty and remorseful?

Ning Zitong’s smile froze, her gaze shifted away from Mu Shaoqian’s doubts.

"Look at you, go take a shower, shave your beard. I’ve already asked Old Wu to pick up your sister, we’ll be having a reunion dinner tonight!"

Mu Jingheng listened to this and saw Ning Zitong’s happy demeanor, but felt she was more like deceiving herself.

And Mu Shaoqian...

If Xinxin isn’t Yuan.

I suppose Shaoqian would no longer feel any guilt or remorse.

Nor would Ah Tong.

And Ah Tong’s heart disease wouldn’t have a severe relapse anymore.

But!

Xinxin is Yuan! This is a fact, he must let their mother and son clearly understand it!

In the bedroom.

Mu Shaoqian finished his shower, shaved, wiped his hair while holding an old family photo from over ten years ago.

A loving couple, kind parents, and a pair of siblings with radiant smiles.

Suddenly, he clenched the photo frame in his hand, with Yan Xinxin’s image and Ning Zitong’s words repeatedly flashing through his mind.

"Who is real? Yan Xinxin, were the things you told me true? If you really are my sister, would you forgive me as your big brother..."

"Bang!"

In the Mo family mansion, Yan Xinxin had just picked up the bowl of soup, when suddenly it slipped from her hand.

"Xinxin!"

Mo Chuxi hurriedly got up, protecting Yan Xinxin nervously.

"Xinxin, what’s wrong?"

"My stomach suddenly hurts..."

Yan Xinxin furrowed her brow tightly, holding her stomach, her face full of pain. Mo Chuxi quickly picked her up and headed towards the garage.

The entire family, old and young who were eating, looked over nervously. Fu Zixin and Mo Yongshu exchanged a glance, also pretending to stand up in concern.

"What is this? Why is there such a thing in Xinxin’s soup?"