The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb! Chapter 363 - 298: The Miracle of Life

Inappropriate age difference? Being several thousand years old yet acting like a young girl, looking for attention, it is indeed a bit inappropriate.

It was a spur-of-the-mont thing anyway, and since Professor Chen said it’s not appropriate, then forget it.

We planned to set off on Monday, and there’s still ti for Duoli to check on Xiangyang’s health. I just want to know if she’s really of mixed heritage.

Duoli is even more eager to know. She says she has never seen a successful birth of a mixed heritage individual, and neither have Feiyan nor her successors for thousands of years.

If it’s true, it would be a miraculous event in our clan’s history.

Duoli takes it seriously, and so does Bi Shi. He even made a video call to watch from afar.

Duoli ca in the morning, and Xiangyang could only help deliver food at noon and in the evening.

She was very serious when examining Xiangyang, staring at her and scanning her from head to toe ten tis.

First, she held Xiangyang’s hand, then covered her head; after a series of strange operations, Duoli grabbed Xiangyang’s hand, with eyes that seed like she wanted to eat her.

Xiangyang only knows that Duoli is a doctor. Before confirming her race, I didn’t say much. Now she’s grabbed by Duoli, feeling a bit at a loss, not knowing why Duoli’s eyes are shining like a mouse jumping into a rice jar, ecstatic.

"Xiangyang, there’s sothing I haven’t told you..." This opening line I copied from a TV drama, it fits perfectly at this mont.

"Am I... Am I terminally ill? Late stage? Doctor, how much ti do I have left?" Xiangyang turned to Duoli, eyes turning red.

"No, stop watching soap operas. It’s about your heritage." I know Baozi downloaded a hard drive full of soap operas for her, starting from the earliest ones, all full of dramatic life and death plots.

"What? I’m not my parents’ biological child? Who are my biological parents?"

"Ahem, no, no, your parents are your original ones; it’s your ancestors."

Duoli, impatient, dragged Xiangyang to sit down on the sofa, "This is a long story; it starts from ten thousand years ago..."

"Can we make a long story short? I have to deliver food at noon. Talking about ten thousand years might take several days."

"Alright, you belong to a nation that has been infertile for ten thousand years; you are the only born child in millennia. This is very significant to our people. Can you cooperate with us for research?" Duoli finished in one breath.

Xiangyang processed it for a few seconds, "What kind of research?"

"You are of our people, retaining our bloodline. This is incredible. My research is very simple; the first step: arrange a match for you."

"Huh?" This question was uttered simultaneously by Xiangyang and .

I just wanted to say that we shouldn’t resort to matchmaking for research, when Xiangyang shook her head first: "I have a boyfriend."

"Huh?" I continued with my surprised question mark.

"It’s Feng, we’re dating." Xiangyang said it so smoothly, even showing us her phone’s wallpaper.

Shunfeng’s goofy smiling face was pressed against Xiangyang’s; their selfie looked like a scene of a puppy love, both so young.

Ignoring the age difference, when did they start? We live under the sa roof, and I didn’t even know!

"Great! A human, good genes, we can proceed to the second step, fast babies!" Duoli clapped her hands, eyes even brighter.

"Shut up! Shunfeng isn’t of legal marriage age yet, don’t encourage them to break the law." I asked Shunfeng last ti, he was just nineteen this year, and he’s one of those late-bloors, looking only around fifteen or sixteen.

"He isn’t... but Professor Chen is, maybe..."

"What are you planning? She’s with Shunfeng already, do you want to artificially sprinkle dog blood?"

"They can wait a few years, but it’s perfect timing for you two. You can’t say you’re underage; I don’t think you have any reason to refuse my small request."

Duoli smiled sinisterly, rubbing her hands, making her seem even more indecent. Her star-like mixed heritage looks couldn’t hide her tough-guy vibe.

I thought about it seriously; she intends to observe if humans can normally reproduce after inheriting the bloodline, she really has that in mind?

Indeed, Qinghan and I have no age restrictions; male not married, female not wed, but we are a fake couple, genuinely hyped!

Chen Qinghan only wants to continue being his Peach Blossom Shield because he knows I can’t end up in a relationship. Sotis, living as an anomaly in human society is tough. Even aside from the issue of producing offspring, being too intimate with a human risks exposing my secrets.

Human nature is unpredictable; rather than fearful dating, it’s better to be a carefree single dog.

That’s what Duoli told , the current emotional state of our people.

"With no reason, hurry up. Why are you two still living apart? Move in together, best get married by the end of the year under a child’s blessing."

While I was pondering, Duoli made the decision for . I waved my hand: "Don’t ss around. We are conservatives; dating takes three to five years, talk about marriage after the seven-year itch."

"You are even worse than primitive humans; by three years, they’ve already got two kids."

"If you can’t wait, go observe primitive humans; we won’t be that fast anyway."

"OK, I’ll talk to Professor Chen; n are always more impatient than won."

Seeing Duoli’s smug smile, I laughed inwardly. No matter how anxious she gets, Qinghan wouldn’t be anxious. Our current relationship is all a result of his self-directed and -perford act, he even wrote the script.

Duoli, in her impatience, imdiately ssaged Qinghan; she added him on WeChat, saying it would facilitate communication, and allow her to observe and understand the situation.

The first communication turns out to be such a silly question, I doubt Qinghan will even reply.

As soon as I thought of this, Duoli’s phone rang, a notification sound for a new ssage. She looked at the phone, delighted, and shoved the content of the chat box in my face: Do your best.

Damned Chen Beast, my face hurts!

Though it’s certainly an excuse, it’s too lacking in tacit understanding with , completely different thought process.

After upsetting , Duoli dragged Xiangyang out shopping, saying there’s more to talk about and that it would surely be finished by noon.

While they went for a ’talk’, I imdiately sent Qinghan a protest ssage—short, forceful: Hmph!

Qinghan replied with a pat-the-head emoji. I got even more frustrated. His interpretation of ’hmph’ and what I wanted to express with ’hmph’ just didn’t feel the sa...

The contempt of the emotionless killer, cold and cruel, he didn’t get that at all.

Even though we’re not on the sa channel, after all, working together, the fact that I was seconded back to the field team again, new colleagues indicated they could accept it, get used to it, and assured to go ahead.

There’s always a shortage on the front line, always short, everyone in the departnt knows. So knowing I joined the team again, everyone’s focus is on the ’husband and wife team’.

Regarding Moli’s matter, the captain announced internally that she had conspiracies and nothing to do with Qinghan’s and my relationship issues. She just took the opportunity to hype on the topic.