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Belated Romance (Mu Tongrui)

Chapter 304
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Hospital ward.

After the lights went out, Tongrui leaned against Lingye. She sniffed the tobacco smell on his body,

hugged his neck, and murmured, "Don't smoke so much. It's not good for your health."

In the past, when Guangqing was troubled by business, he often smoked, so he coughed all year

round. Tongrui often made pear juice for him. Tongrui said, "After leaving the hospital, I'll make pear

juice for you and Sweetheart."

Lingye hugged her and nodded lightly.

Tongrui glanced at him and said, "Since you went out to talk with Uncle Zhenghui, you have become

strange."

Is there a crisis at Fu Corporation? But since Lingye returned, he solved Fu Corporation's problem long

ago.

Lingye covered her eyes. Tongrui blinked, and her eyelashes tickled his palm. He kissed her cheek,

then said softly, "Let's sleep."

"Okay, good night."

Tongrui raised her head slightly and kissed his chin. Then, she leaned into his arms and closed her

eyes reassuringly. When Tongrui slept soundly, Lingye stared at her.

He carefully looked at her face. He tried to deny that she was Zhenghui's daughter from her

appearance, but the more he looked, the more he felt that Zhenghui and her seemed alike.

Lingye closed his eyes and hugged Tongrui tighter. No matter whose daughter she was, he would not

let her go.

...

The next day, Lingye left the ward before Tongrui woke up, then called Zhenghui.

"Lingye?" Zhenghui was a little surprised when he received Lingye's call.

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"Uncle Zhenghui, only according to Rui's blood type, I don't think it's enough to prove that Rui is your

daughter."

Zhenghui sighed. "When I doubted Tongrui's identity, I took her hair. But I never sent it for testing

because I wanted to hide this secret. Since you want a result, I can test it. Lingye, I'm sorry, I didn't

expect Lan Jing's daughter would become your wife..."

Lingye pursed his lips. "Uncle Zhenghui, I hope you can keep your promise and never tell anyone

about Rui's identity, including Rui."

After saying that, Lingye hung up the phone.

Zhenghui sighed. He held an envelope that had Tongrui's hair inside. Thinking for a long time, he finally

decided to call Han Ling.

The Han and Fu family were friends, and Han Ling was trustworthy. Zhenghui was afraid he might leak

his secret if he found other doctors, so he wanted to ask Han Ling for help.

After a while, Han Ling greeted politely on the phone, "Hello, Uncle Fu. Why are you calling me all of a

sudden?"

"Han Ling, I need your help."

...

In a private room of the tea house, Zhenghui met with Han Ling.

Zhenghui asked the waiters to leave the private room. Then, he was about to pour tea for Han Ling

before she stopped him. "Uncle Fu, I'll do it myself."

"That's fine."

Han Ling asked, "I wonder why you come to me. Is it because you have been depressed recently?"

Zhenghui said, "Do you remember I told you I had a first love before Jia's mother?"

Han Ling nodded. "Yes, you said that you couldn't forget her all the time. You have always felt guilty

about her. Could it be that she appeared now?"

Zhenghui shook his head sadly. "She has passed away."

"My condolences."

"However, she gave birth to a daughter."

Han Ling frowned slightly. "Daughter?"

"That girl has a different blood type from her father and mother but has the same blood type as mine.

The first time I saw her, I felt familiar with her. I was sure she was my biological daughter."

Han Ling did not expect Zhenghui to have such a regretful love story. She asked, "Uncle Zhenghui, just

tell me. Why did you come to me today?"

Zhenghui took out the envelope and handed it to Han Ling. He said solemnly, "This is my and her hair. I

want to ask your help to make a DNA test."

"You want to make sure of her identity?"

"Yes, but I want you to keep this matter secret and not tell anyone. Can you do it?"

"Including... Aunt Zhao and Jia?"

Aunt Zhao referred to Zhao Xian.

"Yes."

Han Ling nodded. "Okay, Uncle Fu, I promise you. I'll keep it a secret."

...

After Han Ling bid farewell to Zhenghui, she left the tea house and looked at the envelope. She felt a

little uneasy.

The first love he hadn't seen for years gave birth to a daughter to recognize him as her biological

father. Why does this plot sound so much like scamming?

After she got into the car, she suddenly received Zhao Xian's call.

Han Ling frowned slightly. She just met Zhenghui, and now Zhao Xian called her. What a coincidence.

After picking up the phone, Han Ling greeted, "Hello, Aunt Zhao."

Zhao Xian's voice was full of worry and anxiety. "Han Ling, Jia has been emotionally unstable recently.

She locked herself in the bathroom several times and took showers for hours. If I didn't find it out, she

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might..."

Zhao Xian broke down in tears as she spoke.

"Aunt Zhao, calm down. Just speak slowly."

"She's bleeding from rubbing her skin. She has been absent-minded. Although I slept with her, she kept

having nightmares. I'm afraid she'll be depressed. I'll take her to your clinic. Is that okay?"

"Okay."

...

Not long after Han Ling arrived at the clinic, Zhao Xian and Fu Jia were there. Han Ling brewed a pot of

calming scented tea for them.

"Aunt Zhao, Jia, drink some tea first."

Fu Jia sat restlessly. She kept clasping her hands and pinching herself.

Looking at her extremely disturbed look, Han Ling asked, "Jia, what happened?"

"I... I don't want to say it."

Zhao Xian hugged Fu Jia. "Just tell us. You'll be crazy if you hide your worries in your heart. Don't you

like Ling? If you don't want to tell me, I can go out. Do you want to talk to Ling alone?"

Fu Jia hesitated, then nodded.

Although Zhao Xian was worried, she felt more at ease when Fu Jia was with Han Ling. "Han Ling, I

leave Jia to you."

"Don't worry, Aunt Zhao. I'll take care of Jia."

After Zhao Xian left, Han Ling closed the door gently, turned back, and sat beside Fu Jia. She held Fu

Jia's hand and said softly, "Don't pinch it. Your hand is reddish. Doesn't it hurt?"

Under Han Ling's gentleness, Fu Jia relaxed her guard slightly and looked at Han Ling with tears.

"Ling, you're so kind. I hope you're Lingye's wife. Not Tongrui."