Yun Ya’s gaze flickered, looking at Shen Luokui’s innocent expression; a sudden shift of the eyes was accompanied by a laugh, "You see, even you understand the logic, why try to force it upon me?"
Shen Luokui said, "But your situation is different, your dad is so awful to you, why do you still consider his feelings? Does he deserve it?"
"Deserving or not, he is my biological father," Yun Ya murmured, her tone inexplicable.
She too had harbored the fantasy that Yun Shen wasn’t her real father, but how could she forget? Ji Lanyi had deeply loved Yun Shen; how could she bear a child for another man?
Later, she secretly took hair samples from Yun Shen and Miaomiao for a DNA test; the results showed a kinship percentage above 99.999, proving that Yun Shen indeed was the biological father of both her and Miaomiao.
In that moment, she completely gave up hope.
Afterward, she also took hair samples from Yun Shu and Yun Shen for another DNA test, the results were the same; she had hoped to find a loophole to rip through these sins, yet her hopes ultimately were crushed.
Nothing had changed in their places; Yun Shu was her biological grandmother, Yun Shen was her biological father...
And now, she was driving them towards a dead end step by step.
"Yun Ya, you are still too kind. If it were me, I would have cut ties with him, such a father is not worth keeping," Shen Luokui spoke indignantly. Google seaʀᴄh N0veI.Fiɾe.net
Kind? Yun Ya was amused by the word. She glanced at Shen Luokui, the carefree young girl seeing the world in black and white, would never understand how filthy and despicable her world was.
Ming Han spoke a few words to the agent and then started walking toward Yun Ya, "Can I have your contact information?"
Yun Ya reached out her hand, "Give me your phone."
Ming Han obediently handed over his phone.
Upon unlocking the screen, the wallpaper was a childhood photo of her, Miaomiao, and Ming Han together. Yun Ya felt a stir in her heart, looked up at him, and met Ming Han’s gentle gaze.
She pursed her lips, entered her phone number, saved her name in the contacts, made a call, picked up her own phone to disconnect the call, then handed him back his phone: "This is my number, Father Ming Han. Do you have time tomorrow?"
Ming Han nodded, "Yes."
Yun Ya saved Ming Han’s number, glanced down, and said, "We’ll set up a time to meet tomorrow, it’s a good opportunity to have Miaomiao meet you. I’ll text you the address later."
Ming Han’s lips curled into a broad smile.
Ming Han took a selfie with Yun Ya on his phone; in the photo, Yun Ya leaned on his shoulder with a sweet and innocent smile, looking just like a little princess doted on by her father.
Ming Han uploaded the photo to his Weibo account, captioning it with: My little princess has grown up!
Almost immediately after it was posted, the comment section was overwhelmed; fans went wild, onlookers were enamored, all drooling over the father-daughter duo, who could be called the highest standard of beauty of the new century.
Driven by Ming Han’s fans, Yun Ya’s popularity soared, even higher than some of today’s hottest young starlets, and her title as the number one socialite was solidly established.
The moment Mai Zheng got off the stage, he searched for Guan Jie, who was shrinking away, "I’ve searched the whole TV station and still can’t find him. Do you think he could’ve..."
He’s a deaf-mute whose brain isn’t sharp; probably gone for good.
"Anyway, we picked him up off the streets; if he’s lost, so be it..." he said without much conviction, remembering how repulsed he’d been when he found out the kid was a deaf-mute boy.
Mai Zheng glared at him fiercely, "Do you know who he is? Lost indeed. Why don’t you get lost yourself?"
Guan Jie curled his lip, "I wish I could get lost, but can I really? Besides, does it matter? Could he possibly have some important identity?"
Pacing anxiously, Mai Zheng wondered if a case could be filed before the mandatory forty-eight hour waiting period because the missing person was a deaf-mute—could there be a special consideration for special populations? While he pondered, Guan Jie suddenly pointed behind him, exclaiming, "The number one socialite."
He frowned suddenly, why did she look so familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere before.
Mai Zheng’s figure stiffened, unwilling to look back.
"Little Heavenly King, what’s wrong? Scared to see me?" Yun Ya teased with a hint of sarcasm in her voice.
Mai Zheng quickly turned around, smiling apologetically, "How could I be, Yun Ya? Long time no see, you really have blossomed beautifully, captivating like the fishes and geese, shaming flowers and the moon, a beauty that could overthrow states and cities..." Mai Zheng dredged up every complimentary idiom he could think of, his face all smiles and sycophancy.