“Wish You Success, Miss Qin.”
“I... I can’t believe there are two faces so alike in this world!”
“Right, there’s DNA! Co to the hospital with for a DNA test!”
dical biotechnology can’t lie.
Even if Han Xi did sothing to make Fang Zhou forget his sister, it couldn’t change his genetic makeup.
Whether Fang Zhou’s amnesia is real or feigned, undeniable evidence will prevent him and Han Xi from denying the truth.
Qin Yun’s mind raced; seeing the sister card fail, she pulled out her trump card.
Unfortunately, when she proposed it, the man opposite only showed impatience.
His gaze turned cold, black lashes fluttering like a devil’s wings.
His eyes were deep and icy, as if piercing one’s soul.
His lips pressed tight, exuding indifference and ruthlessness, his words even more so:
“Miss, do you have so hidden ailnt? Why would a perfectly normal person like need to undergo a DNA test with you?”
That was a bit offensive.
His words pierced her heart like a sword. His voice, deep and magnetic, was filled with coldness and detachnt, each word a sharp dagger.
“Besides, I have no obligation to help you with this task.”
His words fell lightly, like the endless, bone-chilling rain outside, seeping into her heart.
Qin Yun’s expression froze, her once bright eyes dimming, as if a heavy cloud had darkened her world.
She stared blankly at Fang Zhou, murmuring, “But only this way can we know if you’re really Fang Zhou...”
Fang Zhou, that na again.
The man shook his head, moving to the door, opening it to show her out.
“Sorry, I refuse your request. Please leave now.”
“Otherwise, I’ll call security.”
“You wouldn’t want to be thrown out, would you?”
Qin Yun’s brow furrowed, her eyes seriously eting his. She was surprised to find his expression cold as ice, his face covered in a frosty veneer, chilling to behold.
His eyes held a glacial gleam, like polar ice, ready to freeze her in place.
His gaze mirrored Han Xi’s, stirring a sense of lancholy in Qin Yun.
She couldn’t provoke him further, or she’d lose future opportunities.
Qin Yun urged herself to leave a good impression, knowing the future might hold more chances.
She bowed apologetically, saying, “I’m sorry for my abruptness. I hope for another chance to make it up to you.”
Qin Yun implied there would be a next ti, but his rejection was more direct.
He impatiently said, “There won’t be a next ti. I don’t want any contact with you.”
His deanor reminded Qin Yun of their reunion on the dating show.
Back then, he also resisted her...
But at least then, she could see herself in his eyes.
Unlike now, where no one but Han Xi seed to matter.
Then Qin Yun saw him gesture for her to leave.
But this chance was bought by Chu Xinran’s delay tactic; if she left now, who knew when she’d see him again?
At tis, rivals shared a natural understanding, knowing each other’s intentions with a glance.
Even cooperation was instant, without verbal coordination.
Qin Yun felt a bit reluctant.
“You...”
“Hey? What are you doing?”
A voice ca from the door.
Looking up, it was Han Xi and Guo Zhu.
They stood side by side, puzzled by the scene inside.
Guo Zhu’s gaze darted between Qin Yun and Fang Zhou, almost accusing, “Is there sothing between you two?”
Alone together, especially given their complex relationship, it was hard not to assu.
“There’s nothing between us! This lady thought I resembled soone and wanted to verify.”
Seeing Han Xi’s displeasure, he quickly explained.
Han Xi’s eyes shifted to Qin Yun, asking, “Oh? Did you get the answer you wanted?”
She stood in the doorway, gaze cold, like a statue.
“Clearly not.”
Fang Zhou stepped out, standing beside Han Xi, even taking her hand, gently saying, “Let’s go, I have nothing to do with them.”
Qin Yun remained in the room, watching them leave, clenching her fists.
Before they got far, she blocked their path, confronting Han Xi.
“What did you do to make him like this?”
Qin Yun rarely acted impulsively; she was usually composed and confident.
But Fang Zhou’s actions and words pained her, clouding her mind, prompting her to confront Han Xi directly.
Unfortunately, to Han Xi, this behavior was like a cub challenging for territory—sothing easily subdued.
Han Xi smirked, her smile cold.
“I told you, he’s Zhou Chong.”
Those simple words stamped his identity.
Then Han Xi led him past Qin Yun, ignoring her.
Guo Zhu watched silently, internally lighting a candle for Qin Yun, then followed.
Qin Yun trembled with anger, but had no ans to take Fang Zhou, only shouting at their retreating figures, “I’ll bring Fang Zhou back!”
Only Guo Zhu glanced back; the others didn’t pause, as if they hadn’t heard.
“Wish you success, Miss Qin.”
Even Guo Zhu found the situation incomprehensible.
She could only offer well-wishes, unable and unwilling to help.
After all, Qin Yun and Han Xi were rivals.
Though she was surprised at their resemblance.
But whatever Han Xi said, she believed.
This friend had always been obsessive about what she wanted, even if it ant breaking it to get it.
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