A beautiful summer night

When Xie Qiyan and Xia Wanzhi arrived at the Xie family home, the atmosphere remained tense.

Upon seeing the file bag in Xie Qiyan's hand, the old man gestured for everyone else to leave, including Xie An.

It was April, and the weather wasn't cold, but Xie Tianqi was shivering a little.

The unease that had been brewing in his heart last night was now growing even more agitated.

Similarly, the old man's gaze towards Xie Qiyan was filled with unease and anxiety: "What...what was the result?"

He has already lost a little grandson.

He didn't want to lose a second one...

He had never doubted that Xie Qiyan was not a descendant of the Xie family, but the paternity test report was right there; if not…

The old man didn't dare to think about it.

Xie Qiyan remained silent, simply handing the report to the old man before slowly shifting his gaze to meet Xie Tianqi's eyes from his superior position.

That sharp gaze made Xie Tianqi subconsciously lower his eyes.

He felt inexplicably flustered at that moment, making him unable to look Xie Qiyan in the eye.

"Grandpa can look at it without worry." Noticing the old man's trembling fingers as he gripped the paper, Xia Wanzhi gently reminded him with a smile.

One sentence drew Xie Tianqi's averted gaze away.

So shocking, so unbelievable.

It wasn't until the old man finished reading the form and threw it in his face, berating him, that he hurriedly picked up the paper and quickly flipped through it.

My gaze finally settled on the keywords on the back of the paper—

"The cumulative relative chance of parental rights is 99.9999%".

"It is supported that Xie Tianqi, the owner of sample No. 1, is the biological father of Xie Qiyan, the owner of sample No. 2."

A piece of paper, light as a feather, now felt like a mountain, pressing down on Xie Tianqi and making it hard for him to breathe.

The identification results are almost 100% accurate...

The identification confirmed that Xie Qiyan was his son.

His own son...

Xie Qiyan took back the paternity test report with a blank expression, and then handed him another paternity test report with Liu Shubai: "Didn't you always firmly believe that I should have the surname Liu? Take a look."

There's really no need for that.

But Xie Qiyan insisted on making two portions.

He wanted to make Xie Tianqi regret his actions and hate him for the rest of his life, and he wanted him to experience a fate worse than death.

Xie Tianqi's face was deathly pale. He only saw the words "does not conform to Mendel's laws of inheritance" in the identification report before he waved the paper away.

He practically roared, "Impossible! This is impossible!"

Just like when she discovered during her physical examination that she was almost infertile, she immediately concluded that Yao Qin had cheated on her and that Xie Qiyan was not her biological son, causing her to collapse and become furious.

He was so certain and so convinced back then.

They even refuse to do a paternity test, citing unacceptability as the reason.

He dared not do it; he wanted to preserve his last shred of dignity.

Now, the most authoritative report is right in front of him, telling him that Xie Qiyan is his biological son, but he still can't accept it.

What about all these years...?

The test results stung his eyes.

"It must be a forgery!" Xie Tianqi tried to stand up, supporting himself with his hands on his wheelchair, but his numb nerves wouldn't obey him. He only managed to get halfway up before falling back down in a sorry state. He roared at Xie Qiyan, "Where's Yao Qin? Why didn't she come to see me? Did you switch her hair and make a fake to fool me?!"

He pounded on the armrests of his wheelchair: "I want it redone, redone!"

"Is this really necessary?" Faced with Xie Tianqi's loss of control, Xie Qiyan remained calm. "If it weren't to prove my mother's innocence, I wouldn't waste my time doing a paternity test with you. Xie Tianqi, I've said it before, I'd rather have no blood relation to you."

"My mom will never see you again, never."

She will never forgive him.

He doesn't deserve her forgiveness either.

The knot that had been binding Yao Qin has been untied, and she has received the answer she sought.

When the heart dies, the past dies too. Whether it was the beautiful experiences or the countless wounds endured, Yao Qin chose to let go.

She used decades of pain to mourn a failed love.

She should wake up.

That evening, Xie Tianqi suffered another heart attack.

After consulting with the doctor who had conducted his previous medical examination, he learned that he was not born without fertility, but rather that his condition was caused by excessive fatigue and stress in the later years, as well as a decline in his physical function. He clutched the medical report tightly and wept uncontrollably.

Patients with myocardial infarction should not be emotionally agitated, but Xie Tianqi could not withstand such an outcome.

In the quiet night, the loud sound of his body crashing heavily to the ground echoed.

When the maid noticed the commotion and called the family doctor for emergency resuscitation, hundreds of relentless CPR compressions finally brought the almost stopped heartbeat back to life.

At midnight, Xie Qiyan received a phone call and was on his way to the hospital.

Xia Wanzhi, still in her pajamas and barefoot, caught up with Xie Qiyan: "I'll go with you."

She heard the phone call from the old man, who said that Xie Tianqi was in critical condition.

At that moment, before the phone call ended, Xie Qiyan lay on the bed for two minutes before reacting.

"You can go back to sleep," Xie Qiyan said, turning to leave.

Xia Wanzhi held his hand tightly, her eyes urgent, but her tone gentle: "Ayan, you need me."

Xie Qiyan's eyes were deep, and his silent expression proved that his thoughts were completely incoherent.

Do you hate Xie Tianqi?

That must be hatred.

But when Xie Qiyan learned that Xie Tianqi was critically ill, he couldn't sort out his thoughts.

How could he just leave this world like this?

He should live his whole life in the pain and torment of regret and self-blame.

This matter did not alarm Yao Qin. Xie Qiyan hurriedly took Xia Wanzhi to the hospital, not for Xie Tianqi, but for the old man.

Perhaps the situation is more serious than they imagined, otherwise the usually dignified old man would not have choked up and shed tears.

When they arrived at the hospital, they discovered that Xie An was also there.

It's not just Xie An.

Hou Mengqiu also came.

The moment they met, Hou Mengqiu instinctively grabbed Xie An.

“Xiao An ran away on his own, I will take him away immediately…” Hou Mengqiu’s expression was full of panic.

Although she didn't succeed in what she did to Yao Qin back then, she did do it nonetheless.

She had witnessed Xie Qiyan's methods firsthand.

She regarded Xie Qiyan as a monstrous threat.

A woman becomes vulnerable after having a child, and she was terrified that Xie Qiyan would retaliate.

"I don't want to leave, I want to stay with Dad..." Xie An cried out, twisting her body which was being tightly restrained by Hou Mengqiu.

"He's not your father!" Hou Mengqiu's voice echoed throughout the ICU corridor. Her emotions erupted for a moment, but she held back when she saw the frightened look on her son's face. Her eyes were red. "Xiao An, come with Mommy, let's go..."

"I won't leave..." Xie An continued to cry.

Xie Tianqi had no feelings for Xie An, but Xie An had admired Xie Tianqi and his father since childhood.

He feared him, liked him, and worked hard to do everything he could to gain his approval.

"Don't force him. If he wants to stay, let him stay." Xie Qiyan looked at the boy crying his heart out and said slowly, "He needs a goodbye."

Inside the intensive care unit, the old man held back his tears as he looked at his son lying on the hospital bed with a ventilator.

In his youth, he watched his wife leave.

In old age, looking at his son...

"Grandpa." Xia Wanzhi came in, took the old man's arm, and slowly turned her gaze to Xie Tianqi.

Xie Qiyan stood at the door, watching expressionlessly.

Xie Tianqi couldn't speak, his eyes darting around as if searching for something, his mouth slightly open, indicating that he wanted the ventilator removed.

The doctor standing to the side looked at the old man with a questioning gaze.

The person who was snatched back from the jaws of death might not make it through the night if the ventilator is removed.

Xie Tianqi couldn't wait any longer. He used all his strength to lift the ventilator a little: "Yao... Yao..."

The doctor stopped him, and the few words he uttered were not clearly audible.

Xia Wanzhi heard it clearly and subconsciously looked at Xie Qiyan.

He was looking for Yao Qin.

After a long while, Xie Qiyan slowly moved forward and looked at Xie Tianqi.

Xie Tianqi was emotional and mouthed Yao Qin's name.

He wanted to see Yao Qin.

The data on the electrocardiogram monitor became increasingly unstable. The beeping sound sounded regular, but the zigzag lines kept changing.

The doctor stared intently at the monitor, his body tense.

"Ten minutes ago, the hospital issued a critical condition notice." The old man said these words, his whole body trembling.

Xie Tianqi doesn't have much time left.

"Wanzi, try to persuade him..." The old man knew that his grandson's heart was cold, but not towards Xia Wanzhi.

"This isn't something A-Yan can decide." Xia Wanzhi took a deep breath, walked up to Xie Qiyan, and grabbed his hand. "Should we call Uncle Liu?"

Whether she comes or not is a decision only Yao Qin can make.

After a long while, Xie Qiyan finally took out his phone. Liu Shubai, who answered the phone, cursed and hung up. A while later, he sent a message saying that he had told Yao Qin about it.

Whether she comes or not is entirely up to Yao Qin to decide.

Time passed by, but Liu Shubai did not send any more messages.

Xie Qiyan looked at Xie Tianqi and said slowly, "She said she would never see you again."

So most likely, they won't be coming.

Upon hearing this, Xie Tianqi found it increasingly difficult to breathe. The ward was well-lit, and the tears streaming down his face were clearly visible.

The old man turned his back, not daring to look any further.