Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97
Su Zhinian did not hurry to sit down but walked into the dining room to pour a glass of warm water for Song Qingchun. When Su Zhinian placed the glass down on the table before Song Qingchun, it created a clear ringing sound. This caused Song Qingchun’s fingers that were massaging her temples to stop. Two seconds later, she sat up straight and peeled her eyes open.
Su Zhinian sat down across from her. Despite the signs of lethargy on his face, he looked as gracious and handsome as usual. It had been ten days since Song Qingchun found out about the truth.
Even though ten days was not a lot, it was not short either. Furthermore, time had miraculous powers when it came to healing; it was perhaps enough for one to come to terms with an impossible truth.
The girl was far calmer than the Song Qingchun that Su Zhinian had found in his bungalow ten days ago. She did not waste time on pleasantries and cut to the point directly, “Do you have any proof regarding the statement you’re my father’s son?”
“I do,” Su Zhinian answered readily.
“Can I see it?” Song Qingchun demanded.
Su Zhinian stared at the rows of Red Berry trees outside the window before nodding and answering, “Yes.”
He stood up and said, “Wait for a moment.”
Song Qingchun nodded.
Su Zhinian left her villa. Of course, Su Zhinian was not crazy enough to carry the document on him at all times, but he had packed the document in his luggage when he planned to move to France. Therefore, it just happened that he had the evidence she needed.
Su Zhinian pulled open one of the compartments of his suitcase and fished out a brown envelope. Then, he returned to Song Qingchun’s villa. He sat down in his chair and raised his eyes to see Song Qingchun, who seemed to have lost her attention, looking out the window. He placed the document on the table and used his fingertip to slowly push the documents toward her.
Ten seconds after Su Zhinian retracted his hand, Song Qingchun finally pulled her gaze back from the window. She lowered her eyes to look at the brown envelope. She swallowed deeply as if to galvanize herself before leaning forward to pick the envelope up. Her fingers were surprisingly still when they worked around the threat that bound the envelope.
Song Qingchun opened the envelope, and a thick stack of paper fell out. On the cover was the words ‘DNA Paternity Test Result’. The names of the participants were Su Zhinian and Song Menghwa.
Song Qingchun still remembered something about the DNA recognition process that she had learned in high school. Siblings of different sex from different paternal or maternal line could not have a DNA confirmation; that is only possible for siblings of the same sex. Therefore, if the siblings wanted to confirm their hereditary relationship, they had to go through their common parent, either the father or the mother.
In other words, for them to know whether Song Qingchun and Su Zhinian were biologically brother and sister, they had to go through their shared parent, which would be Song Menghwa.
She was Song Menghwa’s biological daughter—that was a fact set in stone. Therefore, if Su Zhinian and Song Menghwa had biological relationship, it was a confirmed fact that they were real brother and sister.
The report’s content was long, and it was interspersed with plenty of specialized terms that caused Song Qingchun to have comprehension issues. However, she still read through it, word by word, sentence by sentence.
The room was quiet except for the sound of her flipping through the pages.
