So, last night, he considered what he would do if the child wasn’t his.
As a result, he, of course, in his usual calm style, simply analyzed it and then thought little of it.
Yet, he hadn’t expected that when he actually heard this unexpected news, his mood would be so terrible, so awful.
Coming out of the ward, in about a ten-minute walk, he found that man in the main building’s testing department of the hospital, and at that moment, he hadn’t left yet and was leaning against the railing by the corridor, smoking.
It was truly a very dejected expression, his hair messy, his complexion pale, even his clothes were wrinkled, emitting a strong smell of smoke and a sour stench.
So, how long had it been since he had taken a bath?
He walked over, noticed that the man did not see him, and no one spoke, so he directly took that report from his hands.
Jicheng was smoking. Suddenly, he felt a lightness in his hand, and his gaze immediately turned to the side, "Mu...Mucen? Why are you here?"
He panicked immediately, nearly dropping the cigarette from his hand.
Ou Mucen didn’t pay attention to him. The smell of the pungent smoke filled his nostrils as he glanced over the identification report, "Excluded from paternity... this means, he and I are not related."
"Mucen, listen to me, this matter... there’s still something fishy about it; I need to investigate thoroughly," Jicheng immediately felt guiltier and more self-reproachful upon seeing him, promptly extinguishing his cigarette and eagerly starting to explain.
But what about this man?
He simply took a casual glance at him and handed the thin piece of paper back, "No need, this was an impossible thing to begin with. It was your love for drama that led you to this."
Chengzhi’s eyes suddenly widened, "How is that possible? He looks so much like you around the eyes; he even dislikes sweets and beans just like you. How could he possibly not be your son?"
"How could he possibly be mine? I never slept with his mother; where would the child come from?"
Jicheng was choked up!
He hadn’t slept with her?
Suddenly Jicheng realized he had no rebuttal at all...
Indeed, during this time, he only remembered having the child’s DNA tested, but he forgot to ask this man whether he had ever slept with the woman.
If they hadn’t slept together, where would the child come from?
He started to waver, standing there, staring at the test report in his hand for a long time before he asked, not ready to give up, "Are you really sure you haven’t? Could it be you just don’t remember?"
"No no no, don’t get me wrong, what I mean is... could it be possible you two had intercourse? And yet you are unaware?"
This time, the man, whose complexion had already reached the extreme of awful, couldn’t even be bothered to placate him anymore and, after glaring at him fiercely, he turned and walked away.
Chengzhi stood there, dazedly watching, taking a long time to recover his senses.
His reaction was somewhat strange. Just last night, he was the one urging him to come back quickly, saying that if he didn’t return by dawn, he would have his hospital shut down.
But why now, knowing such a result, was his reaction so indifferent? Did he not wish the child to be his?
Quietly watching that figure growing more distant, it was at this moment he noticed that the man’s usually steady and strong stride was off today, very stiff and awkward.