Shiyang opened the yellowed paternity test report.
When the words "Confirmed no blood relationship" in red English fonts fell into his eyes, Shi Yang was a little startled, and felt a slight sense of disappointment in his heart, mixed with a sense of relief.
Very contradictory.
But it is an expected result.
In fact, when Fu Jingchuan handed the report to her two years ago, his look and reaction already told the answer.
So she didn't open it that time.
Later, when she went to school and saw the Shen family members surrounding Shangguan Linlin with tears in their eyes, Shiyang knew that she was right not to read the report because it was meaningless.
If I open it now, it’s just a confirmation in black and white.
Shiyang didn't know why Fu Jingchuan still kept this thing and didn't throw it away, but after all, she looked at it without permission, and she felt somewhat morally guilty.
She refolded the paper and put it back in place, then carefully pushed the drawer open, opened the cabinet door, took out a low pillow, and lay back on the bed.
But this time Shiyang didn't fall asleep.
I can’t say what I feel, I just feel a little empty inside.
A feeling of emptiness with nowhere to go and no way back.
In fact, since having Tongtong, her busy study and life, as well as the responsibilities and pressures brought by raising Tongtong, have left her no time to think about her biological parents and family. All her time and energy have been allocated to study and work. Taking care of and raising Tongtong, there is no time to think about myself.
It had been a long time since she had thought about who she was and where she came from. Tongtong had become everything in her life.
But maybe when I saw this paternity report again, and now I was lying down unable to sleep, and a little too busy, I felt a sense of wandering that I hadn't experienced in a long time.
Shiyang has always been someone who doesn't allow himself to indulge in negative emotions.
When she realized that she was starting to lose weight over this, she sat up and stopped forcing herself to sleep or think.
She stuffed the pillow back into the closet.
Fu Jingchuan's living habits are still the same as before. The wardrobe is clearly divided. Not only the things are neatly packed, but also the corners are neatly arranged. Stacking them together gives a sense of beauty that cures obsessive-compulsive disorder.
When Shiyang lived with him before, he wasn't as meticulous as he was.
She is relatively casual, as long as everything is clean and tidy, and she doesn't pay much attention to the neatness of the battle.
But now they no longer live together. Shiyang still followed Fu Jingchuan's habit, squatting down, neatly folding the pillows and putting them away, then closed the cabinet door, opened the door, and walked out.
Fu Jingchuan was putting the freshly cooked soup on the dining table.
He was still wearing the same white shirt he had worn to pick her up just now. His sleeves had been rolled up, revealing a small portion of his strong wheat-colored arms. He was half pyrotechnics and half shopping mall elite, but the two unrelated temperaments merged in him. The intersection is unexpectedly harmonious and charming.
Shi Yang couldn't help but glance at Fu Jingchuan.
He heard the door open and looked towards her.
"Why did you get up so soon?" he asked, putting down the soup pot in his hand.
"I couldn't sleep much. I think it's better to get up and walk instead of lying on the bed." Shiyang said softly, walking towards him, "Do you need my help?"
"No, just sit down and eat." Fu Jingchuan said, "The meal is just ready."
The speaker had turned around and entered the kitchen, taking out two sets of dishes and chopsticks from the cupboard.
Shiyang saw that the food had been brought out, so he didn't come forward and sat down quietly at the dining table.
Fu Jingchuan brought out the bowl and chopsticks, filled her with a bowl of soup, handed it to her, and said to her:
"You are still injured on your forehead. The doctor recommends resting. You can lie down for a while."
Shiyang nodded slightly: "Yes."
Fu Jingchuan: "I have a cross-country video conference after dinner. It will take about an hour. Can you do it alone?"
Shiyang nodded quickly: "Okay, you don't have to worry about me."
Fu Jingchuan nodded: "Okay."
The dinner ended in a relatively harmonious atmosphere.
After finishing the meal, Shiyang subconsciously helped clear the dishes, "I'll do it." When a faint voice fell, Fu Jingchuan had already taken the dishes from her hand, "You go and rest first."
Shiyang nodded and did not argue with him.
She wanted to sit on the sofa, but when she saw the dark sofa, the reckless madness and loss of control that she had experienced that night with Fu Jingchuan came over her, and she couldn't help but stop slightly.
After all, the sofa is not a place that should be used for such things like the bed, especially if she and Fu Jingchuan are introverted and calm, such a loss of control is unbelievable when they are sober.
Shi Yang was not very able to face it calmly.
Fu Jingchuan looked up and saw the sluggishness of her steps and the slight embarrassment on her face.
He coughed lightly: "I asked someone to maintain and clean the sofa."
"oh."
Shiyang felt that her response was also dry and embarrassing. This was not a question of whether Qing had been cleansed at all.
"I'll go back to the room." Shiyang said softly.
Fu Jingchuan's master bedroom is very large, and there is also a set of sofas in the room.
"Yeah." Fu Jingchuan nodded and took the phone, "I'll have someone bring you a set of clothes."
"No."
Shiyang looked at him subconsciously, "I still want to go back to my place tonight. I have to go to work tomorrow. All my things are at home."
Fu Jingchuan glanced at her, then nodded: "I'll take you back after the meeting."
Shiyang nodded lightly: "Okay."
"You go and take a rest first."
Fu Jingchuan said, looking at his watch by the way, it was obvious that he was about to get busy.
Shiyang nodded and didn't bother him.
She entered Fu Jingchuan's bedroom, and Fu Jingchuan entered the study room, and closed their doors respectively.
This is somewhat similar to their previous married life, but not quite the same.
Fu Jingchuan is warmer now, it's hard to say.
