Chapter 280: Youyou, is my child

Ning Huaiqing's complexion drained of color instantly, the blood vanishing in a flash. "Uncle Sheng, do you know what you are saying?"

"I am only twenty-some years older than you, not truly old. Do you think I don't know what I am saying?"

He even knew he was twenty-some years older than her!

She was a year younger than Sheng Yu; she was old enough to be his daughter!

So everything before wasn't her overthinking, nor was she being too sensitive; Sheng Hongyao truly had inappropriate designs on her!

From the very beginning, after he sensed her resistance, he threw out smoke screens to lower her guard, and tonight he had even brazenly entered her room.

Was he doing this purely out of desire, or did he want to use her to disgust Sheng Yu?

Ning Huaiqing's face flushed red with shame and anger. "Let me go! I will pretend I never heard what you just said."

Yet Sheng Hongyao's arm tightened around her slender waist. "Never heard it?"

He gave a cold laugh: "It's not as easy as you think."

A chill crept up from the soles of Ning Huaiqing's feet. The smell of tobacco on Sheng Hongyao and his powerful arms made her feel panicked. She raised both hands to push against him. "Uncle Sheng, what exactly do you want to do? Let me go first, and we can talk this over properly."

"You still call me Uncle Sheng at a time like this?" Sheng Hongyao lowered his head, his lips brushing against her face as if by chance. "I am holding you like this, getting this intimate with you, and you can still call me Uncle Sheng?"

Ning Huaiqing was trembling all over.

She did not know why, but the closer Sheng Hongyao got to her, the more she felt not only repulsion but a hair-raising panic at the scent on him.

That feeling seemed to have passed a long time ago, yet it was carved into the bottom of her heart, like countless tentacles crawling out from the depths to grip her heart.

It left her unable to breathe.

She looked at Sheng Hongyao, who was inches away, trembling uncontrollably.

He hated Sheng Yu and could not tolerate the unborn child in Zhu Yuan's womb; he knew Sheng Yu did not love her, so he would not target Youyou.

Yet he could be so doting toward Youyou.

Why?

Why on earth?

Was it merely because he wanted to disgust Sheng Yu?

If she could only think of this possibility before, it wasn't just her—anyone who knew the inside story would think Sheng Hongyao's actions were meant to disgust Sheng Yu.

But at this very moment, this man was holding her, getting close to her, and displaying his possessiveness toward her.

Was it really just because he wanted to take revenge on Sheng Yu?

No.

Subconsciously, Ning Huaiqing felt it wasn't like that; it definitely wasn't like that.

But she could not figure out why.

"Want to know why?" Sheng Hongyao gently pinched her chin, forcing her to look up at him.

Ning Huaiqing's beautiful, gentle face was devoid of all color. She stared at Sheng Hongyao, her mind a blank. The next second, Sheng Hongyao tightened his grip on her chin and lowered his head to kiss her lips!

A forceful, churning kiss.

Boom—a thought exploded in Ning Huaiqing's mind, and her bloodless face turned a deathly, ashen white.

This feeling...

This feeling!

No, it couldn't be!

It was her imagination. That night, she had been terrified by Sheng Yu's actions, knowing only how to cry and scream, being plundered without a shred of tenderness. The fear had overwhelmed her feelings for Sheng Yu, so she could not clearly remember the details of that night.

She must have been mistaken; it wasn't him, it definitely wasn't!

Sheng Hongyao sucked hard on her lower lip, watched her reaction, and chuckled lowly: "It seems too much time has passed, and you've forgotten a little."

Every word pierced through Ning Huaiqing's chest like a sharp arrow. She shrieked and pushed him with all her might, screaming hysterically: "No! Let me go! Let me go!"

Sheng Hongyao, however, gripped the back of her neck and pulled her back, lowering his head to whisper in her ear: "I was the one who intentionally put you in Sheng Yu's room that time. Youyou is my child."

Ning Huaiqing's struggling came to an abrupt halt.

Tears fell from her hollow eyes. Kill her, who would kill her...

On the soft, large bed, Ning Huaiqing was pinned down, her bath towel pulled off onto the floor...

Late at night, Sheng Yu left the company after working overtime, got into his car, gently loosened his tie, and picked up a bottle of water to take a few sips.

"Young Master Yu, Sheng Hongyao has been going to Ning Huaiqing's place these past two days."

Sheng Yu's deep eyes were cold and sharp. "How many days have the mother and child been staying there?"

"Two days," Situ replied.

It was after Ning Huaiqing and her child moved in that Sheng Hongyao began going there every day.

He added worriedly: "Looking at Sheng Hongyao's stance, he intends to acknowledge that child."

Sheng Hongyao doing this was nothing more than an attempt to take the opportunity to disgust Young Master Yu; the woman and child Young Master Yu would not acknowledge, Sheng Hongyao was determined to bring back into the Sheng Family.

There was no sound from the man in the back seat for a long while. After a long silence, Sheng Yu seemed indifferent as he took out his phone and glanced at the news for a few moments.

The phone screen suddenly flashed; it was a call from Qiao Mai.

Ten-plus minutes later, a black sedan drove into the best private hospital in Jingdu City.

Sheng Yu stepped out of the car, stretched his long legs, and strode into the elevator.

Qiao Mai was already waiting at the elevator entrance. As soon as the doors opened, the man with the powerful aura stepped out, and Qiao Mai hurried to follow.

"What exactly is going on?" Sheng Yu's jaw was tight, and he couldn't help but quicken his pace toward the laboratory.

Qiao Mai was worried he wouldn't be able to explain clearly over the phone, so he specifically asked Sheng Yu to come over to tell him about what had been discovered in recent research.

He led Sheng Yu and the others into the laboratory and walked to a wall full of cabinets. Qiao Mai reached out, pulled open a drawer on the right side of the cabinet, and reached inside to fumble around for a few moments.

Suddenly, the cabinet shifted from the middle toward both sides, revealing a heavy door in the center.

Qiao Mai quickly entered the password, the door opened, "Young Master Sheng."

Sheng Yu lowered his eyes and walked in.

This hidden laboratory contained the earliest blood sample he had obtained when he first sensed something was wrong, which was the very one Sheng Hongyao's subordinates thought they had stolen.

It was already quite different from the current blood.

But what Qiao Mai wanted to tell him was not this.

It was that Sheng Yu had previously instructed Qiao Mai to continue researching Youyou's blood sample.

He had not taken that child's illness to heart, yet he wanted that child to live well; if that child died, the words he had once said in front of Zhu Yuan about killing Ning Huaiqing and her son would leave a grudge in Zhu Yuan's heart.

Her not wanting him was one thing, but her misunderstanding him was another.

However, he had not expected that Qiao Mai would actually discover something.

Qiao Mai led Sheng Yu to the front of the workbench, pointed at the data on the large screen, and his expression was unusually grave, "That child's DNA Sequence is unstable."

"Speak plainly." Sheng Yu glanced at him.

"It means that his DNA Sequence was very likely modified." Qiao Mai gathered his courage before saying this sentence.

Because this matter had already subverted his understanding.

Modifying DNA is something that heaven and earth cannot tolerate.

Even if there are scientists who propose such theories, no one dares to put them into practice, because the price to be paid is too great and it is not accepted by the secular world.

Although such technology might very well benefit humanity in the future, no one can predict how many sacrifices must be made during the process of implementation.

Situ Enzo was stunned!

What does this mean?

Youyou's DNA was very likely modified; could it be that he is not Young Master Sheng's child!

Sheng Yu's dark eyes were deep and dim, like the surface of a sea in the dead of night with no end in sight; he tightly clenched his trembling fingers, "Who possesses this technology?"

Sheng Yu's gaze landed on Zhu Yuan, his eyes dark and unreadable; he did not speak, merely watching her in silence.