BPIFC -Volume 1 – Chapter 194 DNA

Unexpectedly, Wu Rendi was actually injured. Although the wound was extremely minor—so small it was barely visible—Shou Yiyi still went over under Sun Desheng’s instructions and gently wiped the faint trace of blood from Wu Rendi’s face.

“Uncle Wu, you’re injured. Don’t move, I’ll wipe it for you…”

Seeing his wife cleaning Wu Rendi’s wound, Sun Desheng quickly pulled away the slightly hysterical Meng Qiqi and said:

“Alright, alright, that’s enough… look at what you’ve done to our Director Wu. Not to brag, but since I joined the bureau, I’ve never seen him bleed before. Give me some face, okay?”

Wu Rendi had always shown an almost indulgent attitude toward women of the Shou family. Anyone else would never have been allowed so close to him, let alone touch his face and wipe his wound.

At that moment, seeing that she had actually made him bleed, Meng Qiqi froze for a second. Then, as if she herself were the victim, she suddenly sat on the ground and burst into loud crying.

“I treated you so well… how can you do this to me… you can’t treat me like this… you’re hurt… does it hurt…?”

Seeing her crying so hard that her makeup was smudged, the monk lost interest in eating and drinking as well. He threw down his chopsticks and walked over, squatting in front of her.

“Girl, I’ve told you many times. Whatever fate you two had ended lifetimes ago—you just refuse to believe it. Fine, that slap just now probably wiped it clean. Want revenge? Listen to me—go find that brat surnamed Car and stick with him instead.”

Wu Rendi could no longer stand it. He turned his head and said coldly to Sun Desheng:

“I’m waiting for your explanation.”

With that, the white-haired man left without another word.

Even after he left, the situation in the private room remained chaotic. Meng Qiqi kept crying loudly while Zhang Zhiyan stomped his feet in anger. In the end, it took some effort for Huang Ran and the others to calm Meng Qiqi down and have Zhang Zhiyan take her away to rest.

After everything was settled, Huang Ran walked up to Sun Desheng with a dark expression.

“What exactly are you trying to do? That phone call to Meng Qiqi this afternoon—it was you, wasn’t it? And that ring—it was also you who gave it to her. This so-called dinner is just your setup, right? You even dragged Director Wu into it… what are you planning?”

“Old Huang, careful with your words,” Sun Desheng said lazily. “To accuse us of scheming against Director Wu—that’s a crime punishable by death.”

He even swore an oath, insisting that if he had made the call or sent the ring, he would get run over by a train from Beijing to Shenyang.

Huang Ran had no evidence and could only swallow his anger for now.

Before leaving, the monk still made a face at Che Qianzi:

“Kid, I’m looking forward to the day you grow white hair. Don’t keep me waiting too long.”

After they left, Sun Desheng finally relaxed.

Che Qianzi, still bruised, complained again about how he was the only one getting beaten. Sun Desheng simply brushed it off with a grin and had him sent to the hospital.

Later that night, Sun Desheng returned to the bureau and immediately went to Division Five. He handed the blood-stained tissue containing Wu Rendi’s sample to Deputy Director Xiao Yifeng.

“Here it is. Hurry and run a DNA test. How long will it take?”

“About an hour.”

While working, Xiao Yifeng casually asked, “Boss Sun, when are you returning that ring? I borrowed it secretly from Director Ou Yang. He checks inventory every half month—it’s due soon.”

Sun Desheng waved it off.

“Don’t worry, I’ll return it in a few days. Just tell him you lost it or something.”

Then he leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes.

He didn’t know how long he slept before Xiao Yifeng suddenly shook him awake.

“Boss Sun! What exactly did you bring me? This DNA… it’s not normal. Neither sample is normal!”

Sun Desheng immediately sat up.

“Finished already? Are they father and son?”

Xiao Yifeng hesitated, then handed him the report.

“Yes. Ninety-nine percent probability of a biological father-son relationship.”

He paused, then asked carefully:

“…Is the father Director Wu?”

Sun Desheng snatched the report, glanced at it, then calmly instructed Xiao Yifeng to destroy all samples and delete every record in front of him.

Only after everything was wiped clean did he finally relax.

“Old Xiao, keep your mouth shut about today. If word gets out, I can’t save you.”

At that moment, Xiao Yifeng’s phone rang.

It was Huoshan.

Sun Desheng frowned.

“Trouble again… go see what it is. Now that the other hidden piece has been exposed, we only have you left as the key contact. Go check.”

Then suddenly, he smiled again and said:

“Also, make a copy of that report. Say you stole it from me. Tonight, tell them everything truthfully—and show it to those two Great Directors.”