Be Careful, Scum Dad! Mommy Is Back!-Chapter 80 - Paternity Test Results
Chapter 80 -80 Paternity Test Results
Lu Xining’s bright and beautiful eyes clouded with confusion, looking at Ji Muye as if he had been possessed, filled with incomprehension.
“Why are you suddenly being so nice to Nuonuo?”
Faced with the skepticism in her eyes, Ji Muye felt as if he had been stuffed into an airtight space, the air compressing around him, making breathing more and more difficult.
“Xining, I just wanted to buy the child some small toys.”
The man’s tone was casual, as if the luxury items worth a fortune were just trinkets picked up by the roadside, hardly worth mentioning.
Lu Xining’s voice was cold, almost heartless, “A pearl worth millions, a custom-made dress, do you see these as just small toys in your eyes?”
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Her eyes were filled with probing, “Ji Muye, what exactly are you trying to do by putting on such a grand show?”
The pain pressed against the man’s chest as he stared at Lu Xining, each word heavily punctuated, “Is that how you see me?”
Lu Xining didn’t answer, but he felt his heart grow even heavier.
Ji Muye took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the subtle sourness in his heart, and suddenly stepped forward to close the distance between the two.
His cold and noble presence, along with a domineering intensity that made one’s heart tremble and the faint smile that hinted at his control over the situation, slowly revealed a secret that made Lu Xining’s heart suddenly constrict.
“Nuonuo is my daughter, isn’t she?”
Since the day they reunited, this secret had hung over Lu Xining’s head like a knife.
With just a breath from Ji Muye, the blade, honed over two years, could easily sever the rope tying the secret.
Perhaps because she had envisioned this scenario a million times in her heart, when she finally heard Ji Muye’s question, Lu Xining felt an unexpected calm within.
Having been in a hidden marriage for five years, she knew Ji Muye’s way of doing things well.
This man never fought a battle unprepared.
When he asked that question, he must have already made other preparations.
Perhaps…
Their samples were already sitting on a desk at the paternity testing facility!
Thinking of Ji Muye’s actions throughout the day, she suddenly let out an involuntary laugh, drawing his attention.
Ji Muye didn’t understand, “What are you laughing at?”
Lu Xining looked up into his profound eyes, scoffing, “Ji Muye, how confident are you to think that after our divorce, I would still bear a daughter for you?”
A sharp pain struck his heart!
Ji Muye felt as if the air around him was growing thinner and thinner.
It was as if an invisible rope was winding around his neck, tighter and tighter with each loop, suffocating him.
“If you don’t believe me, just take Nuonuo’s hair and have it tested to see if she really is your daughter, Ji Muye.”
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The ease in Lu Xining’s voice unsettled him, unable to maintain his composure as his hand tightened and then loosened, his gaze fixed on her eyes.
“No matter whether Nuonuo is my daughter or not, I will treat her well. Xining, we…”
He hadn’t finished his sentence when Lu Xining cut him off.
“Ji Muye, there is no ‘us’ between us anymore. You are you, I am I. Aside from being the child’s parents, there is nothing else. Do you understand?”
The man’s expression remained as cold and self-possessed as ever, but his slightly stiff fingers betrayed his turmoil.
Ji Muye clenched his fist, his breathing gradually becoming heavier.
No matter how much he tried to hide it, the distress from Lu Xining’s words was unmistakable, the oppression in his chest growing more intense.
“Whether Nuonuo is my daughter or not, we will know tomorrow.”
Ji Muye’s voice, usually cold and indifferent, carried a subtle hint of hope and longing.
His eyes burned intensely into hers, seeking the answer he yearned for in the depths of her pupils, only to see her lower her gaze.
In her heart, Lu Xining silently noted as expected: Ji Muye had really gone ahead with the paternity test!
Her heart couldn’t help but harbor some doubts, the daughter was almost a mini version of herself, with not many features resembling Ji Muye.
When exactly had he begun to suspect?
But fortunately…
“Xining, I know you reject me, but if Nuonuo really is my daughter, you can’t deny a child her father.”
Ji Muye’s words struck her where it hurt.
Even if Lu Xining could provide her daughter with enough maternal love, what if the child also longed for the love of a father?
There was a moment of consternation in the depths of her eyes, and her breath skipped a beat.
Lu Xining responded indifferently, “That statement… let’s wait until you see the results before you consider whether you’re qualified to say that to me.”
She pushed open the door of the study and left, leaving him with a cold back.
In the now silent study, only Ji Muye remained, his lips pressed tightly together as his gaze slowly rose and fell upon the Polaroid photo on the desk.
It was a picture of Lu Xining with the three children.
That day was also at the Lu Family residence, Ji Muye had come to pick up the children and just happened to encounter them taking a group photo.
Even he couldn’t explain why he had stepped into the frame at that moment.
He could have just waited outside the door until they were done.
But Ji Muye still inexplicably joined the shot.
Even later, he had the family portrait that Lu Nuonuo gave him framed and placed on his office desk.
Right next to the one that had been there for six years.
When Ji Muye came downstairs from the upper floor, the living room, filled with eye-catching luxury gift boxes, had already been tidily put away by the butler.
Little Dumpling had long since discarded the crown and bracelet she was wearing onto the sofa, turning to join her two brothers in playing with toy cars instead.
The watches, being matching sibling models, were still worn on their wrists, occasionally taken out to touch each other’s in a childish and cute gesture.
“Those things, I’ll have someone return them to the Ji Family.”
Ji Muye frowned, “Xining, I’m not short of money, these are my thoughts for the children.”
She lifted her gaze and said, “I’ll reimburse you in cash.”
In essence, she didn’t want to owe him any favors, a point Ji Muye understood as a dark look crossed his eyes.
“What are you afraid of?”
He sharply perceived the real thoughts behind her actions. “What else are you keeping from me?”
Lu Xining stiffened!
She turned her face away, feigning indifference as she huffed, “What do you think I could be keeping from you?”
Their conversation ended there.
Afterward, Ji Muye continued to play games with the three children, his gaze involuntarily falling on Lu Nuonuo’s face.
The little one, focused intently on playing with a toy car, looked just like her mother when she was working.
Ji Muye’s mind flashed with certain fragments from after they were married.
Strange and distant.
The three meals at home were prepared by a dedicated chef, but Lu Xining would occasionally make some snacks or soup, waiting for him to come home from work.
On the few occasions he returned early, he could see her busy figure in the kitchen, focused and serious.
Realizing his thoughts had been pulled away by Lu Xining again, Ji Muye’s hand that was returning a toy car to Little Dumpling tensed, and his rationality quickly returned.
He always felt there was a black door in his mind, and he stood right in front of it.
All he needed to do was push it open to find the reason and answer to the ups and downs of his mood during this time.
Lu Nuonuo reached for the toy car in Ji Muye’s hand, unable to grab it, she looked at him puzzled, “Uncle?”
The child’s voice brought back Ji Muye’s wandering attention, “Yes, uncle’s here.”
He placed the toy car on the ground, and Little Dumpling immediately controlled the remote, driving the toy car recklessly around.
Seeing her daughter drive the toy car fearlessly and boldly, Lu Xining couldn’t help but think of a time years ago when Ji Muye drove a car.
That time, the two of them had also parted on bad terms, and thinking of it made her face turn two degrees colder.
The next morning.
As the sun rose slowly, Ji Muye had already received the latest paternity test report.
The envelope had been on the table for a long time, but he hadn’t opened it yet, filled with anticipation and anxiety, fear, and reluctance.
At that moment.
The door to the guest room was pushed open from the outside.
