Chapter 561
“So, if I’m not mistaken, you also have blood type A, right?”
Although it was a question, Su Xiaoxiao said it with certainty.
Before Xue Zhen could respond, Zhang Zhiyuan spoke up, “You’re right. He also has blood type A.”
They had regular check-ups every year.
Out of concern, Zhang Zhiyuan always carefully reviewed the reports of the guards around him, so he knew Xue Zhen’s blood type well.
Su Xiaoxiao nodded, “I thought so. Someone like Peng Huijing, who hasn’t revealed anything in over twenty years, could never have caused trouble with something like pregnancy.”
“You’re talking nonsense! These are all coincidences!” Xue Zhen gritted his teeth and denied it.
At this moment, Zhang Xiyue rushed out from behind, stretching her arm as if to scratch Su Xiaoxiao’s face.
“Stop talking nonsense! You’ve already ruined my mom, my brother, and even my grandparents, and now you won’t spare me. Are you a devil? Just because of a little conflict, you’re trying to destroy our family!”
Su Hongchen’s expression changed instantly. He immediately moved to shield Su Xiaoxiao.
Jiang Yexun, on the other hand, stepped forward and kicked Zhang Xiyue out of the way.
Zhang Zhiyuan instinctively reached out to help, but then he thought of Su Xiaoxiao’s words and Xue Zhen’s reaction, so he pulled his hand back.
Zhang Xiyue crashed heavily to the ground, then looked up at her father in disbelief.
“Dad…” She called out weakly.
But Zhang Zhiyuan furrowed his brow tightly and didn’t respond immediately.
Su Xiaoxiao took a closer look at Zhang Xiyue, then at Xue Zhen, and then said with certainty, “Their mouths and chins look pretty similar, don’t they?”
Both of them stiffened at her words.
They were about to say something, but at that moment, Grandma Wang, who had regained her composure, spoke up, “Back then, your mom got pregnant with your brother when your dad was drunk. If it weren’t for that, she would never have married into the Zhang family. Your dad had already planned to live a good life with Jingyou, just the two of them. Later, when your mom got pregnant with you, it was also when your dad was drunk.”
Su Hongchen’s already cold expression grew even colder.
When he looked at Zhang Zhiyuan, his gaze became sharp and full of menace.
“You get drunk again and again, don’t you?” Su Hongchen sneered.
Zhang Zhiyuan was too ashamed to raise his head when his own son criticized him.
Grandma Wang, fearing the rift between father and son, quickly explained, “The first time, your dad was grieving after your mother passed away and got drunk at home. Peng Huijing took advantage of that. After that, he never came back to sleep at home. The next time was when he got drunk at the army base, and somehow, Peng Huijing found out and ran to his dormitory.”
“Somehow? It was clearly Xue Zhen who told her and made sure it happened,” Su Xiaoxiao interjected coldly.
Though this had happened a long time ago, Zhang Zhiyuan could still clearly remember it.
He thought carefully and realized that what Su Xiaoxiao said was exactly right, a murderous rage flashing across his face.
Zhang Zhiyuan didn’t even want to argue with Xue Zhen anymore. He turned straight to Zhang Xiyue and said, “I’ll make a call right now and send you to the countryside.”
“No! Dad, you can’t do this to me! I’m your own daughter! You can’t be so cruel just because of these baseless assumptions!” Zhang Xiyue cried out, clutching Zhang Zhiyuan’s legs.
During this time, she had been terrified that the family’s issues would affect her, and she had been extra cautious.
Why couldn’t she just finish her studies, find a job, and get married like everyone else?
Why did her identity need to be exposed, forcing her into this miserable situation?
“You’re not my daughter! And even if you are, I’ve already decided to send you to the countryside. I told you about this before, did you think I was joking?” Zhang Zhiyuan coldly rebuked.
Zhang Xiyue, crying and snotting, cried out in protest, “It’s different now! It’s only March, it’s not time for the educated youth to be sent to the countryside. If I go now, everyone in the village will think I must have done something wrong and am being forced to go. They’ll all bully me. Isn’t that just pushing me to my death?”
Zhang Zhiyuan fell silent, not answering.
Although it was almost certain that this girl, whom he had called his daughter for nearly twenty years, wasn’t his biological child, he could send her to the countryside, but he couldn’t truly push her into a situation with no way out.
At this moment, Su Xiaoxiao spoke up, “Can I say something?”
Everyone turned their attention to her as soon as they heard her voice.
Zhang Xiyue glared at Su Xiaoxiao, her face twisted with anger. “Haven’t you already ruined me enough? What more do you want?”
Su Xiaoxiao ignored her outburst and turned to look at the others.
All the Zhang family members nodded, “Xiaoxiao, you can do whatever you want. We’re all listening to you.”
Su Xiaoxiao pressed her lips together before speaking, “Zhang Xiyue, you can have your mom explain how my aunt died. If she’s willing to tell the truth, you can go to the countryside at the usual time.”
With DNA technology still a few years away, it wasn’t far off.
In 1984, experiments succeeded, and in 1985, clinical tests began. By 1992, it was available domestically.
By 1985, China had already opened up, and they could send Zhang Xiyue and Zhang Zhiyuan’s hair to Harbor City for testing.
At that time, once it’s confirmed that she’s Xue Zhen’s child, the records would show that her biological parents were spies, and she would never have a chance to rise again.
Su Xiaoxiao was already calculating the details when the others finally understood what she meant.
Su Hongchen’s face darkened, and with a serious tone, he asked, “Xiaoxiao, do you think my real mom’s death wasn’t an accident?”
“It’s almost certain, over ninety-five percent. If you don’t believe me, you can ask Uncle Zhang. Wasn’t he completely unconscious the first time he was with Peng Huijing?” Su Xiaoxiao said, looking coldly at Zhang Zhiyuan, whose whole body radiated a chilling aura.
Zhang Zhiyuan froze at the question.
It was embarrassing for him to be asked about this by someone younger, but he still stiffly answered, “Yes, I didn’t remember anything. The last thing I remember was being alone in the room.”
“So, when someone drinks to the point where they lose consciousness and are like a puddle of mud, what can they do? You could pick any man and experiment with him, knock him out, and see what he can do,” Su Xiaoxiao scoffed, mocking him.