He just stared at the photo for a long, long time. In the end, unable to control himself, he quickly snapped a picture with his phone while the woman opposite him wasn’t paying attention, and then found a WeChat contact to send it to.
"What do you think of the resemblance?"
After sending the WeChat message, his finger suddenly twitched. He didn’t know what was wrong, but inside his chest, his usually steady heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat, and he began to feel nervous.
Time passed, several minutes after sending the WeChat message, and there was still no reply.
Seeing this, he couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed. So, he put his phone away. Just then, Ye Ning and the child had finished eating. He got up to tidy their belongings and left the place with the child and the woman.
"You’ve had some alcohol, I’ll have Ying Hao take you back," Ou Mucen said as they left the hotel. Ye Ning was planning to drive herself back, but considering she had had a few glasses of wine, Mucen decided to have Ying Hao drive her.
Hearing this, Ye Ning didn’t refuse and got into Ying Hao’s car with the child.
Watching the mother and child leave, Ou Mucen then drove back to the hospital.
Arriving at the hospital, he was about to wash up and rest when, all of a sudden, his phone "dinged". He paused for a moment when he heard it and then immediately picked up his phone.
As expected, the message in WeChat was from the person he had sent the photo to at the hotel. However, when he opened it, he saw a line that caught him completely off guard.
"Damn! Really f*cking similar, looks like my guess was right, he must be your son!!"
What is he talking about?
There he stood, the normally quick-witted man was stuck dumb for several seconds after reading that sentence.
That bastard said he’s definitely his son?
Finally, his chest began to rise and fall. He stopped chatting on WeChat and took out his phone to make a call, "Hello, it’s Ou Mucen, what did you mean just now? Why are you saying he’s my son?"
"Damn! Didn’t you send me a picture earlier? If he’s not your son, how can you two look so alike?"
"Looking alike means he’s my son? There are many people who look alike in this world, are you saying they all have blood relations?"
"No, man, there are lots of things about him that are like you too. For example, he also doesn’t eat sweets, and he doesn’t eat beans either, just like you, right?"
Standing in the hospital room, he stared out the window at the myriad lights, his tall and straight figure frozen as if struck by lightning, with something seemingly surging wildly in his eyes. The whole room was enveloped in an atmosphere that felt like it was on the brink of exploding.
"Then I secretly did a paternity test for you and the kid without telling you. I was planning to tell you the good news after the results came out, but you already found out today, which is also good. I’m coming back tomorrow. Once I get back and fetch the report, you can acknowledge your son."
The person on the phone was even teasing him, acting as if finding out he had a son was more exciting for him than for Mucen himself.
All of a sudden, Ou Mucen found it hard to breathe. His blood seemed unable to withstand the shock of the unexpected news, making his head spin. He tugged at his necktie and didn’t feel relief until he had undone the top button.