Stolen Life of the Poor Girl, Top Luxury Family's Group Favor

Chapter 186

The bodyguards from Wei Zesheng's family were responsible for making the arrest.

Qin Sui was in charge of the interrogation.

Sheng Yuxiao was monitoring the surveillance.

Qin Sui, usually so skilled at reading people, was unable to get anything out of the person who had switched the samples.

Sheng Yuxiao wasn't surprised, saying quietly: "You know what the Gui Family does. Anyone with a loose tongue would be dead already. This person is determined not to talk, they definitely won't confess."

"But we've already guessed it's Wei Lin," Xiao Ya paused, then asked, "Can we trick them into revealing the process?"

"Hmm? You mean directly mention Wei Lin's name to this person?" Qin Sui rejected the idea from the other end. "Their will is too strong. It's like we're in some TV drama where they're ready to take poison and die at any moment, even though it's modern times."

"Yes, this person has been trained by Grandfather's family, so they're different. But Miss Xing hasn't been, right?"

The sound of running water could be heard.

Xiao Ya had pretended to use the bathroom to talk to them, and now that the conversation was over, she naturally had to continue the act by washing her hands.

After washing up, she obediently walked out.

Xing Siyun was getting impatient, holding her waist as she said, "My stomach hurts, I'm going to head back..."

Xiao Ya looked at her: "But we're already in a hospital. If your stomach hurts, you should see a doctor. I'll call one over."

Xing Siyun's mouth twitched twice: "...Never mind, it's fine."

The wait dragged on until everyone was starving.

Xing Siyun felt like she was going crazy.

A bodyguard knocked and entered, respectfully asking Xiao Ya: "Are you hungry? Shall we serve the meal now?"

Xiao Ya nodded.

Several people dressed as Michelin-star chefs entered, pushing food carts.

Xing Siyun examined the logos on the carts and asked, "Are these from the private kitchen restaurant and the French restaurant?"

"I suppose so," Xiao Ya responded.

She wasn't the one who had paid for it.

Sheng Yuxiao had arranged it.

Xing Siyun's eyes lit up. As far back as she could remember, her family's business hadn't been doing well. Though she was called a wealthy heiress, she had never experienced such extravagance.

She took out her phone and snapped a couple of photos, her mood improving a bit.

The chefs began preparing the dishes on the spot.

But before Xing Siyun could take a single bite, the door was knocked open from outside.

"Here's the DNA test report," a person in a white coat walked in briskly, placing it on the central tea table.

Old Mrs. Feng remained composed: "Take a look, all of you."

Wei Wenqing picked it up, then put it down again. He let out a big sigh of relief and typed out: "The child isn't mine."

Old Mrs. Feng sighed: "Why are you so stubborn..."

"That's what the report says."

"What?"

Old Mrs. Feng's expression changed abruptly. She quickly bent down to grab the report.

It had indeed changed!

It was different!

Old Mrs. Feng let out a cold laugh: "So this is how your family operates? There's no justice left! It clearly showed one thing yesterday, and today it's suddenly different?"

Xiao Ya hopped down from her chair and walked up to Xing Siyun.

Xing Siyun's expression froze slightly, as if she was a bit scared and also in disbelief.

While she was in a daze, Xiao Ya snatched away her phone.

Xing Siyun snapped back to reality: "What are you doing?"

Xiao Ya asked: "Is it Wei Lin?"

"What... what Wei Lin?" Xing Siyun played dumb.

"That's what everyone online is saying," Xiao Ya said in her crisp voice.

Old Mrs. Feng angrily retorted: "You believe everything you read online?"

Xing Siyun's phone was still on the photo page.

Xiao Ya easily switched out of it and said: "Then let's ask him ourselves."

"Ask who?"

Xiao Ya had a good memory and skillfully entered Wei Lin's phone number without even needing to check Xing Siyun's contacts.

She pressed dial, then put it on speaker.

"Ring... ring..."

The other end picked up.

"Hello." Wei Lin's voice came through clearly.

Xing Siyun hadn't even had the chance to start making a fuss.

"Why aren't you saying anything? What's the matter?" The other end chuckled, "Do you want me to comfort you?"

Xing Siyun's entire brain suddenly felt like it was exploding.

What to do? What to do? There was no way to explain this away.

Xing Siyun glared hatefully at Xiao Ya and lunged forward to grab the phone: "Give it back, what are you doing with someone else's phone?"

But she was blocked by the bodyguards.

"Uncle Wei Lin," Xiao Ya took a step back. So it really was him!

"The child is yours, Miss Xing's child," Xiao Ya said softly.

Wei Lin was silent for a moment, then his voice came through again: "Is this Xiao Ya? Congratulations, I heard you found your father's family..."

Xiao Ya continued: "Grandfather already knows. According to our family rules, what you did..."

"Xiao Ya, what are you talking about? This has nothing to do with me."

Xing Siyun thought, that's right, it has nothing to do with him, just keep denying it.

Xiao Ya said: "Why won't you acknowledge it? You're Grandfather's godson. He can tolerate your child."

"Xiao Ya, what's wrong with you? Why do you keep saying things that have nothing to do with me?"

"Alright, if Uncle Wei Lin won't admit it, then it seems this child won't be able to live. After we dig it up, I'll send it to you, Uncle Wei Lin." Xiao Ya said, waving her hand.

The bodyguards suddenly came forward and grabbed Xing Siyun.

Xing Siyun had already been listening with her scalp tingling, and now she panicked and struggled violently: "What are you doing?"

"Miss Xing looks like she's about to cry from fear..." Xiao Ya said softly.

"I don't know what you're talking about, it has absolutely nothing to do with me. Let's talk again later, I'm quite busy right now." Wei Lin hung up the phone.

Xing Siyun stood there trembling, frozen in place.

Yes... although she knew pretending not to know was the best option, but... but... if he had the guts to sleep with her, why didn't he have the guts to acknowledge it? Wasn't he supposed to be a powerful figure? Why did he give up when faced with questioning from a little girl?

Old Mrs. Feng had also realized by now that the atmosphere was off.

But at this point, whoever admitted it would be the fool.

Old Mrs. Feng put on an angry expression: "Your family is going too far! Siyun, let's go!"

Xiao Ya said: "You can't leave."

She paused, then said: "Our family has always been good at bullying people, right, Little Uncle?"

Wei Wenqing was taken aback, but still nodded.

Xiao Ya looked at Old Mrs. Feng: "Don't you know what Grandfather's family does?"

"What?" Old Mrs. Feng looked bewildered, instinctively responding, "Your family has strong overseas funding, doing venture capital..."

Xing Siyun said tremblingly: "They... they run private military companies overseas."

She knew more than Old Mrs. Feng, as Wei Lin had told her.

Xiao Ya handed the phone back to Xing Siyun: "Do you want to call Wei Lin again? Look, he doesn't care about you at all."

Xing Siyun didn't move.

"If you call him again, he won't just hang up on you, right?" Xiao Ya tilted her head.

Xing Siyun knew this was a "trap" set by the little girl in front of her, but she still couldn't resist the temptation.

She wanted to know, to know if everything Wei Lin had said counted for anything.

He had repeatedly said that he had arranged everything, so why was she the only one bearing all the pressure in the end?

Xing Siyun moved her fingers and dialed again.

"Ring ring..."

The call was hung up.

Xing Siyun couldn't take it anymore.

Xiao Ya said: "I was just scaring him earlier. Actually, if you admit it, I can send you to see him right away, and even have Grandfather arrange a wedding for you two."

"Otherwise, once he leaves, who knows when he'll be back, if ever."

Old Mrs. Feng grew anxious: "Siyun! She's talking nonsense! Don't say anything to her..."

But Xing Siyun shook off her grandmother's hand and said hoarsely: "I admit it."

There was no way Wei Lin could get rid of her now.

Old Mrs. Feng was instantly furious: "That child is really Wei Lin's?"

"...Yes, so it couldn't have been hidden anyway."

Old Mrs. Feng lunged forward to slap her.

Xing Siyun stepped back twice, shouting angrily: "I've had enough! Why do I have to marry a cripple? If not a cripple, then a mute!"

"Are you sick? Do you want to ruin our Xing Family? You just can't control yourself! Sleeping with a servant!" Old Mrs. Feng clutched her chest in anger.

Xing Siyun corrected her: "He's not a servant."

The little girl had already said it, he was a godson, Old Mr. Wei's godson! How was that any different from being half a son?

Xiao Ya interjected: "Stop arguing, do you remember the agreement we signed?"

Old Mrs. Feng's scalp tightened.

Blacklist... blacklist the Xing Family's business?

Xing Siyun's tone was quite relaxed: "I remember."

Yes, at that time the little girl had said that if the child wasn't Wei Wenqing's, apart from blacklisting the Xing Family, it was fine, she would still be willing to arrange a wedding for the child's real father and Xing Siyun.

This little girl had already separated the interests of the Xing Family and Siyun when making the agreement!

So Siyun easily admitted to it.

Old Mrs. Feng trembled as she looked at Xiao Ya again.

Had this child planned this all along?

"Sit down. Let's go abroad tomorrow and give Uncle Wei Lin a surprise," Xiao Ya sat back down. "You're pregnant and need to eat. Go ahead."

Xing Siyun was stunned for a moment.

Just like that... it was over?

She was even easier to deal with than her grandmother.

She sat back down awkwardly and lowered her head to start eating.

Old Mrs. Feng gritted her teeth in anger: "Do you believe what she says?"

She stared coldly at Xiao Ya: "If I'm not mistaken, this Wei Lin should be competing for power with your uncle, right?"

Old Mrs. Feng suddenly realized: "Siyun! She's trying to use you against Wei Lin! This little girl is cunning! Don't trust her!"

Xiao Ya pointed at herself: "I'm only seven years old."

Xing Siyun laughed: "That's right, she's only seven, Grandma. Do you think she can manipulate us at will? And use me to deal with a grown man?"

If she were really that monstrous, why even bother playing?

It would be better to admit defeat early on.

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