The hurried footsteps walked from the garden, along the corridor, and finally to the lobby of the residential area.
When I pushed the door open, there was a bang and I fell down.
Rong Zhe didn't even catch his breath. He took the things in his hands and almost rolled up to the second floor.
When I opened the study door, it was still dark.
But unlike before, Rong Zhe turned on the lights in the room without hesitation.
In an instant, it was as bright as day.
Rong Boye leaned on the chair, his face was pale, and he raised his hands to block the light.
"Is something wrong?"
Rong Zhe picked up the things in his hands. Only then did he hesitate for a moment, and even doubted the results of his investigation.
"Sir, the investigation you asked has come to fruition."
Rong Boye opened his eyes, and when he saw the shock in Rong Zhe's eyes, he vaguely sensed something was wrong.
With his heart beating rapidly, he slowly sat up straight and stretched out his hand towards Rong Zhe.
"Bring it here."
Rong Zhe's Adam's apple slid up and down, picked up the thing in his hand, and tore off the cover of the document for Rong Boye, but it was torn because of shaking hands.
When Rong Boye saw his movements, his eyes fluctuated even more, and his movements of raising his hands gained a little more weight.
"It took a while to get Miss Song's sample, but..."
Rong Boye frowned. He just asked Rong Zhe to check Song Xiang, but he had no other orders, and he didn't know where to start with the sample.
The documents were handed over and neither of them took back their hands.
Eyes facing each other.
"Sir, please... calm down."
Rong Boye's eyes moved down and landed coldly on the documents.
He took his hand back, suppressed his emotions, and opened the file.
First the part about Xu Shuyan, then the part about Song Xiang, everything that can be checked was checked.
Last page.
Rong Boye did not hesitate and quickly opened it.
Paternity test report.
--support.
"Who and whose...?"
His voice was slightly trembling, and even he himself didn't know what he was expecting.
Rong Zhe: "You and...Miss Song."
boom--
Suddenly there was a thunder outside, and the light of lightning entered the room, clearing the look on Rong Boye's face.
His whole body was stiff and his fists were clenched.
He smashed the thing at hand hard.
"impossible!"
He subconsciously retorted, with a splitting headache, and the faces of Nan Qing and the child flashed in his mind.
They were all cold and pale. He had seen them countless times in his dreams and had never doubted them.
Song Xiang is his child...
How is this possible? He never bothered to have fun when he was young. He only had children with Nan Qing, but their children had already gone with Nan Qing.
"Check again!!"
Rong Zhe had expected this. Seeing Rong Boye bending his back in pain, he said bravely: "Three times, there is absolutely nothing wrong. Miss Song's specimen was obtained from the garbage cleaned in her office. It is absolutely not wrong."
Something is wrong!"
It can't be wrong at all, unless Rong Boye has other children in the world.
"How is it possible..."
The black and white pictures came up bit by bit from the depths of his mind. Rong Boye was bent over, his whole body tense, and within a moment, sweat was already covering his back.
Disbelief, shock, and doubt all came out in an instant.
Rong Zhe spoke carefully: "Sir, there is something wrong with Ji Mingli."
Rong Boye raised his head, his eyes red with blood, recalling the scene back then.
He rushed to the hospital without stopping, but Nan Qing and the child were already dead.
No matter how strong he was, he couldn't bear such grief.
Go crazy, go crazy.
Nan Qing's body was cremated and buried nineteen days later, along with his children.
The one who handles everything is his most trusted brother.