The poor husband I picked up turned out to be from a wealthy family

Chapter 577 Liu Xiaopeng’s biological child?

Chapter 577 Liu Xiaopeng’s biological child?

at the same time.

After Su Yao examined the child, prescribed medicine, and took the child home.

Her husband died shortly after she gave birth.

She looked at the sleeping Wang Yang and always thought that Yang Yang was her husband.

If she hadn't seen the blood type on the test report today, she wouldn't have known that the child was most likely her ex-husband's.

the next day.

Su Yao picked up her phone and dialed a number she hadn't dialed for a long time.

Liu Xiaopeng's voice soon came from the phone.

"Hey, what's the matter?"

Liu Xiaopeng asked before she opened her mouth. It seemed that Liu Xiaopeng still remembered Su Yao's number.

Su Yao opened her mouth, but was speechless for a moment. All the prepared words were stuck in her throat.

"Speak." Liu Xiaopeng spoke again.

Su Yao finally mustered up the courage, her voice trembling slightly, and she spoke with difficulty: "I...I brought the child to the hospital for treatment yesterday, and when I saw the child's blood type...I realized that the child...the child is yours."

There was another long silence, which seemed to drown Su Yao. Finally, Liu Xiaopeng's voice came again, with obvious shock: "What did you say? The child is mine? This... How is this possible? Why didn't you say it in all these years? Besides, you betrayed me and you were not pregnant when you left with me."

Su Yao's eyes gradually became moist, and her voice was full of helplessness and grievance: "I didn't expect it. I always thought all these years... and after we separated, I didn't think it necessary to mention these things again. If I hadn't come to the hospital this time, I wouldn't have known at all..."

Liu Xiaopeng seemed a little overwhelmed, his voice tinged with mixed emotions: "I can't just assume the child is mine based on your one-sided statement!"

"Xiaopeng, both your child and you have AB blood type."

Liu Xiaopeng was stunned for a moment. He was indeed AB blood type.

"If you insist that the child is mine, you need to prove it," said Liu Xiaopeng.

"Okay, I can take Xiaopeng to the hospital to prove it to you now." Su Yao said.

Liu Xiaopeng spoke again, "No, does the child's biological father know about this?"

Su Yao on the phone was silent for a moment, "The child's biological father passed away."

"Dead?" Liu Xiaopeng wondered.

"Yes, he passed away a few years ago. If you are the child's biological father, I don't want the child to be deprived of his father's love."

Liu Xiaopeng paused, "Then take the child to the hospital and wait for me! I'll be there soon."

"Okay." Su Yao agreed happily.

After hanging up the phone.

Su Yao took Yang Yang to the appraisal center.

Along the way, the child looked around curiously, completely unaware of what was about to happen. Liu Xiaopeng and Su Yao each had their own thoughts, and the atmosphere seemed particularly depressing.

Liu Xiaopeng thought about it for a while and then drove to the appraisal center.

Entering the identification center, staff guided them through a series of procedures. Watching the child obediently cooperate with the nurses in collecting samples, Liu Xiaopeng felt a mixture of emotions.

This child, from the appearance, does look a bit like himself, but deep down, he still can't fully accept this sudden "father" identity. After all, his ex-wife Su Yao betrayed him.

After collecting the samples, there is a long wait.

"Okay, it's done. I'll go back first. Tell me when the results are out!" Liu Xiaopeng said to Su Yao.

"Okay," Su Yao nodded.

After saying that, Liu Xiaopeng left...

At this time, Su Yao was looking at her child Yangyang.

"Yangyang, you will have a father soon."

"Mom, is that Dad?"

"Yeah!" Su Yao nodded.

After her husband left, she wanted to find someone to rely on. It was too difficult for her to raise the child alone. If the child was Liu Xiaopeng's, that would be the best. She could then return to Liu Xiaopeng.

……

at this time.

In the ward.

Shen Qing was so sleepy that she fell asleep beside the bed.

Yan Bei felt as if his consciousness was floating in a dark abyss, his entire body filled with excruciating pain, as if being pierced deeply by countless sharp needles. He struggled to escape the darkness, his eyelids feeling as heavy as if weighed down by lead, yet he still tried his best to lift them upwards.

Finally, a faint ray of light seeped through the cracks in his eyelids. He slowly opened his eyes, his vision blurry, as if everything in front of him was shrouded in fog. As his consciousness gradually cleared, he could see his surroundings clearly—white walls, the pungent smell of disinfectant. This was a hospital ward.

Yan Bei moved subconsciously, and the pain from his wound made him groan softly. Only then did he realize that he was wrapped in bandages all over his body, and his body was so weak that he couldn't even move a finger.

His gaze fell on the bedside, where he saw Shen Qing sprawled out asleep. Her hair was a little messy, draped around her face, and her brows were slightly furrowed, as if she were still worried even in her sleep. Yan Bei's heart felt as if something had gently touched it, and a warm feeling welled up in him.

Shen Qing's hand rested on the edge of the bed. Yan Bei stretched out his equally weak hand and gently placed it on hers. The familiar warmth seemed to give him a source of strength. Shen Qing seemed to sense something, her body trembling slightly, and she slowly raised her head.

Her eyes were bloodshot, and it was obvious that she had been guarding Yan Bei for a long time.

Seeing Yan Bei open his eyes, Shen Qing was stunned for a moment, and then tears of surprise welled up in her eyes. "Yan Bei, you're awake!" Her voice trembled slightly, revealing an excitement that she could not conceal.

Yan Bei tried hard to force a smile, wanting to comfort her, but he found that his throat was very dry and he could only utter a weak sound: "Don't worry... I'm fine."

Shen Qing quickly stood up, poured a glass of water, carefully helped Yan Bei up, and gently fed him water.

Yan Bei drank a few sips of water and felt better. Looking at Shen Qing's tired appearance, he said distressedly: "Thank you for your hard work. You have been guarding me for so long."

Shen Qing shook her head, tears streaming down her face again: "Don't talk, just take good care of yourself. You know what? I was terrified when you were sent to the hospital..."

Yan Bei gently wiped the tears from her face and comforted her, "I'm awake now, right? Everything will be fine."

Yan Bei held Shen Qing's hand tightly and said, "Thank you, my wife. You've worked hard."

Shen Qing smiled slightly, "It's okay. As long as you can wake up." Then he took Yan Bei's hand and gently placed it on his face.

At this moment, the ward was quiet and warm, and the love between the two spread in this space full of pain.