Su Zixi’s eyes widened!
Her tone was filled with shock, "I have already met her? Who is it?"
"You must be able to guess," He Jingyao raised an eyebrow suggestively, "Think hard about it."
Su Zixi bit her lip in confusion.
Suddenly, a lightbulb went off in Su Zixi’s mind, and she stuttered, "Could it be... is it... "
"It’s exactly the person you’re thinking of," He Jingyao smiled slightly, seemingly pleased to see her shocked by the news.
"Do you know whom I’m thinking of?" Su Zixi struggled to find her voice, "That is... "
"Correct, that is indeed the First Lady," he looked at her with a half-smile, "Su Zixi, you are the daughter of the First Lady."
Su Zixi felt dizzy, her pale fingers tightly clutching the man’s collar as though she might faint at any moment.
"Then... could the President possibly be my..."
"That, probably only the First Lady knows," He Jingyao crooked his lips.
Su Zixi gasped sharply.
So, it might be that the President isn’t her biological father...
This relationship was too complicated, she needed time to digest it.
Su Zixi, her face pale, leaned against He Jingyao on the sofa.
Before long, a cup of hot tea suddenly appeared in her hands.
"Thank you," she muttered, looking up at the man’s smiling face, "Jingyao, when exactly did you find out about this?"
"It was when the First Lady invited you over to chat," He Jingyao smiled, "Remember that ring? It started with Su Lianxi, and because of that ring, the First Lady almost thought Su Lianxi was her daughter."
Su Zixi remembered the banquet where Su Lianxi and the First Lady stood together.
No wonder Su Lianxi, aware of the truth, might have been afraid that the First Lady would suspect something if she had contact with her.
"Jingyao, is this truly real?" There was still a trace of unease on her face.
"Of course," the man laughed, embracing her, "Don’t be scared. Nothing will change, only now you will have a more prominent identity."
Su Zixi felt a bit embarrassed: "But, didn’t you say that the President might not be my... biological father?"
He Jingyao smiled meaningfully and said nothing.
Chu Jinyu walked out of the living room just as Cheng Youlin strode back hurriedly.
Although Cheng Youlin was aging, he was still handsome and scholarly. His ability to be elected as President wasn’t hurt by his distinguished and steady appearance, nor his confident and composed demeanor.
It had been several years since Chu Jinyu had seen him look so serious.
She gave a bitter smile, "Youlin."
Cheng Youlin stopped in front of her, expressionless, "I just want to ask you, is it true?"
"What?" Chu Jinyu smiled.
"That child," Cheng Youlin closed his eyes briefly, "There are rumors that you have an illegitimate daughter!"
Chu Jinyu’s face gradually turned pale, but her tone was surprisingly calm, "That’s not true. Do you believe every piece of gossip online? The Opposition must be desperate to use this tactic to attack you."
"It’s not just any gossip," Cheng Youlin looked at her intently, "For this kind of tabloid news, they must have some solid evidence."