âNo need. Let me arrange it.â Ji Shiting refused his grandpaâs suggestion.
Grandpa Ji glared at him and said, âYou donât trust me? Why would I lie to you?â
âDo you trust me?â Ji Shiting asked. âWould I fake the child if itâs really mine?â
Grandpa Ji snorted and said, âGive me a strand of Little Zhengâs hair and Iâll ask someone to run the test.â
âSure.â Ji Shiting nodded. âHowever, since youâre willing to bring this sample for a test, you have to admit that this hair is indeed Little Zhengâs. If the results donât meet your expectations, donât say that Shengge got it wrong.â
âDonât worry, grandpa. Itâs really Little Zhengâs hair.â Ye Shengge looked at Grandpa Ji solemnly.
Grandpa Ji sighed and nodded. âOkay. If the test results show that Little Zheng isnât your son, I wonât bother about it anymore. Is that okay?â
âYou said it yourself.â Ji Shiting curled his lips.
A few minutes later, Grandpa Ji left with two samples.
Ji Shiting gazed at his grandpaâs back.
âIs there a problem?â Ye Shengge was worried.
âNo.â Ji Shiting hugged her waist and curled his lips. âEven if something happens, it might not be a bad thing.â
âAh?â Ye Shengge was dazed.
However, Ji Shiting didnât explain further. He sealed the two samples in his hand and said, âGrandpa probably wonât be able to wait until tomorrow. I want to see the test results before he does. Are you busy tonight?â
Ye Shengge shook her head.
âThen accompany me.â Ji Shiting stroked her face. âYou should be very curious about the outcome, right?â
Ye Shengge was about to nod, but she suddenly realized something and said, âIâm not curious, because thereâs only one outcome.â
Ji Shiting chuckled and said, âLetâs go.â
Half an hour later, Ji Shiting brought her to a research institute. A man who looked like a researcher welcomed them to the VIP lounge.
âPlease wait here, Mr. Ji. The results will be out soon.â The man took the sample from Ji Shiting.
âOkay,â Ji Shiting nodded.
The person took the sample to the room next door.
Ye Shengge looked at the empty lawn and said, âThis doesnât look like a paternity test center or a clinic.â
âMm.â Ji Shiting smiled. âThe results of the paternity test center might not be reliable.â
âBut Grandpa will probably go to the paternity test center, right?â Ye Shengge couldnât help asking.
Ji Shiting nodded and said, âSo weâll soon know whether someone is behind this.â
Ye Shengge nodded. If Grandpa Jiâs test results were different from the one here, it meant that someone was behind it.
They didnât wait long before a young man in a white coat walked in. He looked like he was still sleeping.
âOld Ji, itâs rare for you to take care of my business.â He scratched his messy hair and yawned. âThe hottest gossip these days is about you. I heard you have a son but you refused to acknowledge him. No wonder you came for a paternity test.â
He yawned and realized that Ji Shiting wasnât the only one in the lounge.