Arrogance made him find Shen Sixing an eyesore in every possible way.
In this society where the wealthy reigned supreme, how could a corporate drone at the bottom of the food chain, who looked like he could be crushed by life at any moment, provide a comfortable life for a child?
Song Guanyan could almost picture the bleak scene of Shen Yi in a cramped apartment, worrying about the family's livelihood.
This made him even more determined to speed things up. Once he got the DNA results, he had to bring her back.
Based on the few clues available, Song Guanyan was almost certain that this child was absolutely his daughter.
Shen Xun and Shen Yi were only a year apart in age. With their birth times being so close, it was unlikely that Shen Yi was their biological child.
Moreover, he had checked that orphanage, and there really was a girl there who looked very similar to Song Sijun.
This boosted Song Guanyan's confidence even more.
"Shen Yi is your classmate, right, Xiaoyi?"
Song Yi looked up, nodding softly with a sweet voice, "Yes, Daddy, she sits diagonally behind me."
"Then..." Song Guanyan weighed his words, trying to make himself sound less strange. "Could you do Daddy a little favor? Find a way to get a strand of her hair, or something she uses often?"
As soon as the words left his mouth, even he felt the request sounded quite perverted.
The man quickly corrected himself, "Just hair, the kind with the root attached. Can you do that?"
"I'll try my best," Song Yi put a finger to her lips. "But Daddy, why do you want her hair?"
Although she was young, she was quite sensitive to certain things.
Her father had the kind of personality where he was somewhat indifferent to everything. This was the first time he had asked something of her, and it was actually for someone else.
This made her a little unhappy.
Song Guanyan did not want to answer this question.
He looked down, his expression aloof, using his usual tone that carried a hint of pressure. "Xiaoyi, hasn't Daddy said before that obedient children are the most likable?"
Song Yi pursed her lips. "I, I understand."
She agreed reluctantly, "I'll figure something out."
"Anyway, Daddy, you definitely love me the most, right?"
Song Guanyan remained silent and did not answer.
What he cared about most, of course, was his own biological child.
"Even if you don't say it, I know you love me the most." Song Yi buried her face in his knees, her voice soft.
After all, they were a family.
*
Family dramas were playing out in every household with children. Shen Sixing had flown overseas overnight and hadn't even adjusted to the jet lag.
He possessed the ultimate corporate drone spirit: as long as the work didn't kill him, he would work himself to death.
Right now, he was drinking coffee to stay awake. Even though his eyes were heavy with sleep, his brain remained exceptionally active.
Yawning, Shen Sixing leaned over his computer desk, obediently on a video call with his wife.
He had already guessed what Song Guanyan's goal was.
However, Wen Ya was still kept in the dark.
She was still agonizing over what Song Guanyan's true intentions were.
Shen Sixing leaned completely back into his computer chair, his voice tired and lazy. "Want to hear a story, honey?"
Wen Ya: "What is it?"
He rested his chin on his clenched fist. "I've met Song Yi before."
Shen Sixing had met far too many people of all shapes and sizes, especially those at the very top of wealth and power.
Assassins and mercenaries also formed a closed little circle, and there were only so many clients standing at the tip of the pyramid.
Song Guanyan undoubtedly belonged to the wealthiest batch.
"I worked as a bodyguard for a while, you know that, right?"
Wen Ya nodded.
At that time, Shen Sixing had a complete falling out with his family, practically leaving with nothing, and was jointly suppressed by his biological father and younger brother.
This resulted in all of their assets and cash flow being seized and frozen.
When Shen Sixing was busy making money, he took on absolutely any job.
"One time when I was abroad, I was on a video call with you, holding a little girl in my hand, and I asked if you wanted to adopt her. Do you remember?"
Wen Ya thought carefully for two seconds. "I remember! Was it that year you were in South America or somewhere? You video-called me, and I had no idea what you were doing, but there was nothing but gunfire."
At the time, the video was filled with smoke. Shen Sixing was holding a little girl with one arm, looking unusually calm.
The background noise was chaotic, with the faint, continuous sound of gunshots, making her think he was fighting on a battlefield.
"Honey, I have a kid here without biological parents. Do you want to raise her?"
Shen Sixing dangled the bawling little girl. "If you want to raise her, I'll bring her home."
Faced with the terrified toddler, Wen Ya had thought he was having a moment of conscience and wanted to adopt a child.
"Really? Is this an orphan you picked up from a war zone?"
Wen Ya cupped her face, totally blinded by love, and smiled foolishly. "You're so compassionate, hubby."
"Oh, of course not." The man's tone was casual, entirely devoid of pity. "My employer had a business deal to negotiate abroad, and the main reason he called me over was to protect this kid's safety."
"When her biological parents heard about it, they chased them overseas overnight, wanting to take the opportunity to extort another sum from my employer."
At this point, Shen Sixing even chuckled. "I was making some extra cash, so I conveniently took on another hit to take out her parents."
"Just now, it seems her parents were accidentally blown up by us."
"Do you want to raise her, honey?"
"If you want to raise her, she'll have to stay with me for a few days. I need to brainwash her first."
"..."
"You accidentally blew up—her parents!!?" Wen Ya repeated in disbelief.
How could he say something so outrageous with a straight face, and then shamelessly ask her if she wanted to raise the kid?
"Yeah, the payout this time was very generous. Our boss is a super-rich guy."
Shen Sixing's tone was full of a corporate drone's deep affection for their financial backer. "I love rich people."
Only rich people were willing to spend the money to hire them.
How would the Earth even turn if there were no rich people?
Wen Ya: "..."
"Get lost, I definitely don't want this kid!"
Shen Sixing couldn't help but chuckle softly. "And here I thought you really weren't picky."
"So a kid like this is a no-go, huh."
Wen Ya remembered that the video call ended with her hanging up in anger.
...
"So, Song Yi couldn't possibly be Song Guanyan's child. Her biological parents were blown to the heavens by us ages ago."
Shen Sixing interrupted her memories, asserting calmly.
"Song Guanyan has two children in total. I've also dug up a photo of the other boy."
Shen Sixing switched screens, pulling up a photo of Song Sijun. "This kid seems to have pretty severe psychological issues and rarely ever leaves the house. Take a look."
At first, Wen Ya didn't think much of it.
Until she saw the boy's face clearly. She couldn't help but bite her lip lightly and gasped:
"Oh my god..."
You couldn't just say he looked like Shen Yi.
They were practically identical.
The wondrous connection of bloodlines clearly revealed itself at this moment in such a highly impactful way.
