"Haiyue, Jingqiu is really Yi Zhentian's son?" When Mrs. Sikong asked this, her voice could not help but trembled with excitement, as if she was enduring great pain.
Haiyue couldn't answer her, let alone confirm whether the DNA paternity test was true—
Yi Zhentian died three years ago. Now, no one can confirm the authenticity of the paternity test, and no one can confirm whether Jing Qiu is Yi Zhentian's son.
unless……
Recover your memory.
After stopping the medication, in addition to occasionally brief blindness, some blurry fragments flashed through her mind, but the pictures were extremely blurry.
If it is really like Lin Changguo said, when Yi Zhentian was in the scene when his or her myocardial infarction was really the case, then only she can confirm whether Jing Qiu was Yi Zhentian's son.
but……
After all the memories are restored, it should be a long time before it will happen.
Haiyue sighed slightly and comforted the old lady Sikong, "Grandma, you have a good rest first, don't think too much."
"You answer my question first. Is Jing Qiu Yi Zhentian's son?" Old Mrs. Sikong insisted on wanting an answer.
"Is it... very important?" Haiyue lowered her eyes, and her voice seemed to float from the distant sky.
After Autumn's life and death are uncertain, what is the point of talking about his life experience now?
Whether Sikong Jingqiu is Yi Zhentian's son may not be anything to Hai Yue, but it is an extremely unbearable thing for old lady Sikong.
Because Yi Zhentian once killed her only daughter!
If Jing Qiu is really Yi Zhentian’s son, then...
Thinking of this, Old Mrs. Sikong's emotions became excited again.
If Jing Qiu is really Yi Zhentian's son, it means that she has raised a child for nearly thirty years for the enemy who killed her daughter and son-in-law!
How could this not make old lady Sikong very excited?!
She actually raised her son for nearly thirty years for the enemy who killed her daughter and son-in-law!
When she thought of this, the old lady Sikong couldn't help but tremble!
She shouted at Haiyue excitedly, "Important! How could this not matter?! He is Yi Zhentian's son! Yi Zhentian killed me Lan Xi and Ruilin..."
Old Mrs. Sikong seemed to be unbearable, and her expression gradually became crazy. Her originally smart eyes also became turbid due to hatred and lost her usual shrewdness.
"Grandma..." Facing such an old lady Sikong, Haiyue didn't know what to say.
"Jing Qiu... What about Jing Qiuren? Why hasn't he appeared yet? Is it because of his identity problem that he doesn't even dare to see me?" Even though he said he was the son of his enemy, Old Mrs. Sikong was in his heart,
I still really want to see my grandson, after all, she raised her own hands.
"Grandma..." Haiyue looked at the anxious look of old lady Sikong and hugged Jing Lue who was sleeping in her arms tightly, "Jing Qiu..."
Her voice was sobbing that it could not make a normal sound.
"Tell me quickly, where is he?" Old Mrs. Sikong held Hai Yue's arm and exerted great force, as if she had used all her life's strength.
The huge pain from her wrist almost made Haiyue's tears fall. She gritted her teeth and held back, and the answer was intermittent, "Grandma... Jing Qiu... he... is missing..."