Xiaofeng kept rolling her eyes, what did he mean by "is it or isn’t it"? It seemed he still couldn’t be sure.
She snorted, "Some things you can’t just blurt out, for all the unknowing people might think I’ve been with who knows how many men."
"It’s you, right?" Ye Cheng grabbed her hands, "I’ve got the simplest and most direct way to prove it. There’s this technology now, DNA technology, have you heard of it? Imported from abroad, it can identify genetic sequences in the body through hair, blood, or saliva."
"What does that have to do with you, or me?"
"Of course it has something to do with us. The easiest and most effective way is to get tested. This way, we’ll know in no time if they are my flesh and blood." Ye Cheng realized how slow on the uptake he was sometimes, only thinking of this now.
"What if they’re not? If they’re not, does that mean you don’t want us anymore? If they’re not, will you treat them as your own?" She thought, what a fool, only now does he think of doing this.
"Whether they’re my biological kids or not, in my heart, they are my own. I will treat them the same, no, wait, you’re too calm about this. Do you already have the answer in your heart, or have you done the relevant tests?"
"You fool, I bore the children for you, and brought them to you, yet you still haven’t remembered. Tell me, with your slow response, how did I give birth to a pair of genius babies? I’m seriously doubting now—they can’t possibly be your own."
Hearing her words, Ye Cheng suddenly laughed, lifting Xiaofeng in his arms and spinning her around. "I knew it would be . Darling, sorry, I didn’t mean to forget; I just genuinely don’t remember."
"I think you just want to eat your fill and wipe your mouth clean without taking responsibility." Xiaofeng scoffed, if he couldn’t remember before, how come he remembers some things now.
"How could that be?" Ye Cheng cradled her face, glanced at the two Little Ones on the bed, and had to carry her to a corner, holding her face. "Since when did you know, why didn’t you tell me?"
"You said it yourself, whether they’re yours or not, you’d treat them like they were your own. So whether I told you or not doesn’t seem to make much of a difference, huh? Or are you saying that what you just said was a lie to pacify me, and that to you, there really is a difference between your own and not?"
Xiaofeng certainly wasn’t going to let Ye Cheng off easy at this time.
This was the man who had taken advantage of her for over a year, and only now was he remembering a bit. If he hadn’t eventually married her, with the way he was, she definitely wouldn’t have let him off the hook.
Ye Cheng, listening to her, didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. "Wife, you make it sound like I’m deliberately irresponsible. The proof is in the pudding; I can recognize you whether I have my memories or not, and I spot you first glance every time. Isn’t that right?"
Xiaofeng rolled her eyes at him, "Showoff."
She then took out a report from a book in the drawer. "Grandpa did this after the explosion happened to you; the results came out then. But you were in bad shape, and grandpa thought it best not to disclose it publicly to prevent malicious people from targeting the twins. But now that you’ve remembered some things, and the twins know you are their dad, it’s impossible to hide it any longer."
"And you call yourself a father, you’re the last one to know you’re the biological father of the twins." Xiaofeng was not in a good mood.
She had wanted to express her anger at him long ago, but as he didn’t remember anything, it was futile.
Now that he had some vague memories and the twins were sensible, there was no point concealing it anymore, so she might as well tell him outright.
No matter if he truly remembered or was faking it, he couldn’t escape this in his lifetime.
"Yes, I shouldn’t have forgotten you, nor should I have failed to remember anything else while you were by my side for so long. I shouldn’t have failed to realize that Gu Dabao and Xiaobao are my biological flesh and blood. Wife, thank you."
No matter what happened before, thankfully their family was now whole and together.
"Just a thank you, that’s it..."
"Not enough." Ye Cheng, pressing against her, dropped a kiss, "We’re going to be together for a lifetime, and I’ll use a lifetime to take care of you."
"Just don’t go losing your memory at the drop of a hat, or one day you might forget about us again. I’m starting to think your amnesia is just a way for you to escape reality. Tell me, is it that you don’t want to take responsibility for me, so you chose amnesia? In the end, your act didn’t work, and you couldn’t escape from the palm of my hand, so you might as well drop the act." Considering his tendency to lose memory, who knows when he might forget everything again.