LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 320 - 0319: Infertility (Part 1)_1
Chapter 320: Chapter 0319: Infertility (Part 1)_1
Ah Xiong acted as a generous host and took his sister-in-law out for a day of fun, which was nothing out of the ordinary.
He called Phoenix, and this time she picked up, but relayed to him some rather unsettling news.
Phoenix explained that Long Zaitian had assigned her a new mission, and she had already left Jiangnan City. When she would return, she would notify him at that time.
Now, Ye Xiong didn’t even have the chance to apologize.
Feeling somewhat dejected, Ye Xiong still wished her a smooth journey.
In the afternoon, Yang Xinyi called to ask Ye Xiong to drop by their parents’ place to pick up some things for his sister-in-law.
Yang Dingguo and Zhao Lizhen didn’t live with Yang Xinyi; they had bought her a villa so that she could live alone.
According to Yang Xinyi, their intention was for her to live by herself to develop her independence.
The way Yang Dingguo and his wife thought about parenting was quite peculiar. Yang Xinyi was their only daughter, and usually, an only daughter is spoilt rotten, but Yang Dingguo and his wife were incredibly strict with their daughter’s upbringing.
Yang Xinyi once said that as soon she graduated, she took over the reins of Xinyi Group. At first, she was as clueless as a headless fly, but no matter how busy or difficult it got, or how much pressure she was under, Yang Dingguo only offered some advice, never directly aiding her. This is the reason Yang Xinyi could become so independent and skillfully manage Xinyi Group to its current thriving status.
Yang Xinyi’s competence had been forced out of her.
Yang Dingguo and his wife lived near Zhongshan Park, and this was the first time Ye Xiong had visited his in-laws’ house in a long while.
Passing through the park, there were many elderly people playing chess.
Suddenly, a conversation between two old men caught his attention.
“Old Sun, has your daughter-in-law gotten pregnant yet?” the short old man asked.
“Ah, don’t get me started. After years and spending tens of thousands, she still isn’t pregnant. The hospital said it’s my son’s problem; that rascal was too reckless when he was younger and ruined his health,” the man with a dark face lamented.
“Why don’t you ask Old Yang for advice? Didn’t he go through the same thing with your son, and it seems he found some miracle doctor who cured him?”
“Which Old Yang?”
“Yang Dingguo, of course!”
“Don’t joke around, was Yang Dingguo even capable of fathering a girl as peerless as Yang Xinyi?”
Lowering his voice, Dark Face whispered, “I’ll tell you, there’s no way Yang Xinyi is Yang Dingguo’s biological daughter. Either Zhao Lizhen had her with another man, or they picked her up somewhere.”
“Really?” the short old man was dumbfounded.
“You’re always the last to know. Anyone who has seen Yang Xinyi says the same thing. A few years ago, Yang Dingguo bought a house elsewhere and had Yang Xinyi move out. What do you think that’s about? It’s clearly because he didn’t want others to know and didn’t want Yang Xinyi to hear the rumors. They have only one daughter; if she was their own, would they really have let her move out? They would rather keep her locked at home all day…”
Their voices grew fainter and fainter.
Ye Xiong stopped, listening to their conversation before walking away with large strides.
He had thought he was the only one who had ever entertained such a thought, but apparently, others had as well.
But in all honesty, Yang Xinyi’s demeanor was quite different from her parents’, so it was no wonder others misunderstood.
If people misunderstood, so be it, but if Yang Dingguo had nothing to hide, why did he insist on moving Yang Xinyi out to avoid rumors?
Could it be true that Yang Xinyi wasn’t their biological child?
Lost in thought, he soon arrived at his father-in-law’s doorstep.
Yang Dingguo’s house was a five-story terrace, and although not bad, it was far less grand than Yang Xinyi’s villa.
Ye Xiong rang the doorbell.
Soon after, the door opened, and it was his mother-in-law, Zhao Lizhen.
“Mom, Xinyi asked me to come over to get some things, has she mentioned it to you?”
Although Ye Xiong had already breached the final barrier with Yang Xinyi, and marriage between the two seemed an eventuality, he still found it somewhat uncomfortable to call someone with whom he was not familiar “Mom.”
“Ah Xiong is here, come in quickly,” Zhao Lizhen hurriedly said.
“Is Dad home?”
“He went out for a walk and hasn’t returned yet.”
The two entered the house and went up to the second floor living room.
On the table lay a small bag, inside of which was a little bottle containing some pearl powder. This was something Yang Xinyi had asked Ye Xiong to fetch, intended for skincare.
“I was thinking of having Dingguo deliver it, but he said he wouldn’t be back so soon, and Yueru is waiting to use it, so I had no choice but to trouble you to make the trip.”
“It’s no trouble…”
Just then, Ye Xiong sniffed and said, “Mom, are you frying fish? It smells burnt.”
Zhao Lizhen cried out with an ‘ah’ and rushed toward the kitchen.
In the living room, Ye Xiong spun around in boredom and suddenly noticed a stack of test results in a box beside the TV. Most of them belonged to Yang Dingguo’s health examinations.
Yang Dingguo had high blood pressure and had to go to the hospital regularly for check-ups.
Apart from Yang Dingguo’s, there were also some for Zhao Lizhen; she too underwent regular checks, but with longer intervals between them.
The wealthy these days truly place more and more emphasis on their health, becoming increasingly health-conscious.
Ye Xiong idly picked up Zhao Lizhen’s medical report and, after seeing the blood type section, felt a shock course through him.
Last time when Yang Dingguo was hospitalized for high blood pressure, Ye Xiong remembered clearly that Dingguo had type O blood, and he had asked Yang Xinyi about her blood type. She had confidently stated that she was type A.
The medical report in Ye Xiong’s hand showed Zhao Lizhen’s blood type to be type B.
Parents with type O and type B blood cannot produce a daughter with type A blood.
This meant that the rumors were indeed true; Yang Xinyi was not the biological child of the Yangs.
A flurry of complex emotions welled up inside him, and, for a moment, Ye Xiong didn’t know what to do.
Given the current situation, it seemed that Yang Xinyi was utterly unaware of this matter, and the Yangs, having deliberately concealed it from her, must be the reason they had let her move out.
Having unwittingly learned of this secret, he pondered whether to tell Xinyi or not.
“Ah Xiong, would you like to stay for dinner before you leave?” Zhao Lizhen asked.
“No, I need to go back and cook; they are waiting for me,” Ye Xiong quickly set the documents down.
“Xinyi mentioned you’re quite the cook; she is lucky to have you,” Zhao Lizhen emerged from the kitchen, handed him a jar of Ginseng powder, and said, “Well, I won’t keep you then. Xinyi has a weak stomach; I trust you to take care of her.”
She spoke tactfully, but Ye Xiong could hear that she didn’t really want him to stay too long.
“This Old Yang, throwing medical records all over the place, he’ll be in for a headache when he can’t find them later,” she remarked.
After saying this, Zhao Lizhen collected all the documents and neatly arranged them inside the box.
Her actions were like trying to hide something by making it more obvious, confirming Ye Xiong’s suspicions completely.
Yang Xinyi was indeed not the biological daughter of the Yangs.
If we go by what was said by the two old men playing chess earlier, Yang Dingguo was infertile; thus, there were only two possibilities.
One was that Yang Xinyi was born to Zhao Lizhen and another man, but this seemed unlikely. If Xinyi were the daughter of Zhao Lizhen and a different man, Yang Dingguo’s feelings for her couldn’t be as strong as they were.
What man could be so noble as to selflessly raise a daughter his wife had with another man?
Therefore, the most probable conclusion was that Yang Xinyi had been adopted.