Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 172 Can’t calm down, plunder! [2 more]

Chapter 172: 172 Can’t calm down, plunder! [2 more]

"Calm down, you must stay calm..." Fang Qingya took deep breaths repeatedly, "What Yunyi said was correct, two O types can produce an AB type, it’s possible..."

The first few pages of the paternity test results contained numerous professional terms that Fang Qingya couldn’t understand at all.

She had never been good at studying since she was young and hated it, too.

In high school, she barely passed the exams, and the Fang Family planned to send her abroad.

The more she flipped through, the more Fang Qingya’s hands trembled.

Until the last page, her eyes suddenly widened.

[V. Conclusion of the Appraisal]:

Through the appraisal conducted by the center, A and B are not mother and daughter.

Fang Qingya breathed rapidly and then hurriedly flipped open the second appraisal report.

[V. Conclusion of the Appraisal]:

Through the appraisal conducted by the center, A and C are not father and daughter.

Fang Qingya obtained the appraisals in secret, naturally not daring to use her real name.

At this moment, looking at the two results, she completely panicked.

Was she really not the child of Patriarch Fang and Madam Fang?!

What to do?

What on earth should she do?

Having grown up to twenty-three, how could she possibly not be the treasured daughter of the Fang family?!

Then who is?

Whose place did she take?

For a time, Fang Qingya’s thoughts were in complete chaos, until the sound of footsteps startled her, and she ran back to the Fang residence like crazy after tearing the paternity certificates into pieces.

"Xiao Ya, where did you run off to again?" Upon seeing her, Madam Fang took a deep breath, "How many times have I told you, without my permission, you are not to leave the house."

"Mom, I know I was wrong." Fang Qingya cried and sobbed, "From now on, I will definitely listen to you, I will do whatever you ask me to do."

Madam Fang was startled: "Xiao Ya, did something upset you?"

Fang Qingya had always been proud and would never show such an expression, what had happened?

"Mom, I ran out of the house today and got injured, I thought I was going to die." Fang Qingya sniffled, "I will behave, don’t drive me away."

"I think you’ve knocked your head silly." Madam Fang frowned, "You are my daughter, why would I drive you away, hurry up and wash your hands for dinner."

But Fang Qingya couldn’t help shivering.

With a guilty conscience, that sentence took on a completely different meaning to her—

If she wasn’t a member of the Fang family, wouldn’t she be driven away?

No... absolutely not!

As long as she keeps this secret well-guarded, no one will know.

A trace of malice flashed in Fang Qingya’s eyes, she had to find the real daughter of the Fang Family and get rid of her immediately!

Only then could she rest easy.

**

The next day, at Jiangcheng No.7 Middle School, the psychological consultation room.

Ye Wanlan pushed the door open.

The sunlight was just right, drifting in from the outside window and scattering over the man’s silver-white long hair, shining brightly and incomparably stunning.

"Miss Ye, please sit." Yan Tingfeng coughed twice lightly, his complexion somewhat paler compared to usual, "I am unwell, pardon my appearance."

Ye Wanlan didn’t speak, only glanced at him.

Yan Tingfeng fell silent for half a second, but still extended his hand.

Bing He was extremely surprised to see this scene.

He nudged Tie Ma on the arm and whispered, "Tietie, I’ve never seen the Young Master this obedient before, Miss Ye is truly a transcendent being, inspiring my admiration."

Tie Ma was expressionless: "I advise you to stop talking."

Bing He was puzzled, "Why? I’m telling the truth here."

Tie Ma still had no expression: "Because I will tattle."

Bing He: "..."

So the real little villain was actually right beside him!

"Your breathing is disordered, your inner strength is fluctuating abnormally." Ye Wanlan’s other hand pressed against Yan Tingfeng’s chest, her tone cold, "Spit it out, don’t hold back."

As soon as she finished speaking, Yan Tingfeng spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Master!" Bing He and Tie Ma were both shocked.

"It’s nothing." Yan Tingfeng raised his hand to stop them, "It’s a blood stasis, it’s fine."

"You know it’s a contusion and still endure it. Doesn’t it hurt and feel uncomfortable?" Ye Wanlan took out a tissue again, wiping the fresh blood from the corner of his lips. "Where did you go?"

Yan Tingfeng shook his head, smiled gently, and sighed, "It’s an illness, it happens two or three times a year, and actually, it doesn’t hurt."

Even if one’s physical body is strong, in the end, it is composed of cells.

Even if martial arts and methods can extend one’s life, it indeed cannot be extended to three hundred years.

He awoke at the beginning of the twenty-first century, and the reason he could open his eyes again was due to his body being instantly frozen after falling asleep, preserved by the Beiming Arts.

But recently, Yan Tingfeng felt more and more that he was reaching his limit.

Yet, since his mission was incomplete and regrets abounded, he always had to keep on enduring.

"With all this blood, yet it doesn’t hurt." Ye Wanlan frowned. "Xueqing just gave me some medicine today, I’ll go prepare it for you. First, you should drink these cups of tea."

Yan Tingfeng obediently agreed, without any resistance.

Bing He wanted to continue complaining, but he was afraid Tie Ma would trade him in for a reward, so he could only swallow his words.

"Yo, I simply stepped out for a moment; why does the room smell like blood?" Rong Yu walked in, somewhat surprised. "What are you doing in here, disposing of a body?"

Yan Tingfeng slightly raised his eyes, speaking indifferently, "You can try it out."

"Hey, hey, I was just joking," Rong Yu said. "I just ran into Student Ye. She’s treating you, right? You should be content to have met Student Ye; I bet you could live to be a hundred years old."

Sitting up and supporting his head with his hand, Yan Tingfeng lightly chuckled at the words, "Then I’ll take your good omen."

"Speaking of which, three months have passed, haven’t you found that woman?" Rong Yu asked. "Seeing how swiftly she operates, I’m sure she’s a regular on the hacker rankings. She must be around the Global Center, no wonder you can’t find her in Jiangcheng."

Yan Tingfeng’s gaze deepened, his right index finger and thumb forming a ring, lightly tapping his other palm, remaining silent.

"Even you haven’t found her; I suppose Bureau 723 is also looking for her? And they haven’t either," Rong Yu suddenly said. "Why not ask Student Ye to help look? Her surveillance recovery skills are quite impressive!"

"Look for what?" Ye Wanlan entered, holding a bowl of medicine.

"Look—" Right as Rong Yu started speaking, he was silenced by Yan Tingfeng standing up and pressing on his shoulder.

He felt a killing intent envelop him as if, in the next moment, a knife would be unsheathed, cutting his throat.

"Looking for a person, a beggar in disguise recently sneaked into the borders of Shenzhou, then suddenly ran off," Yan Tingfeng answered with a light smile. "I suspect someone helped him, but couldn’t find any traces, and it was also difficult to approach you with the issue."

Ye Wanlan raised an eyebrow, "Hmm, I will help you look."

Even though Ghostbuster Bro, Wen Chaosheng, was not very reliable, he was not a bad person; she would help cover up for him.

"Drink the medicine," Ye Wanlan placed the bowl in front of Yan Tingfeng. "It’s hastily prepared, a bit bitter; I’ll give you a candy after you finish."

Yan Tingfeng picked up the bowl of medicine, seeming to sigh once more, "Miss Ye is very adept at coaxing children."

"I always start with kindness before resorting to force," Ye Wanlan waited for him to finish, then took a candy out of her pocket, "If you don’t drink willingly, I’ll have to force it."

At her words, Yan Tingfeng blinked slowly, and leisurely said, "I haven’t tried this method of drinking medicine before."

Perhaps next time.

**

Elsewhere, at the Yunjing Bureau of Cultural Relics Archaeology Center.

At the entrance, Professor Xue looked at the middle-aged man who almost knelt to cling to his leg, saying helplessly, "Why are you following me? Stop following me."

"Oh, Old Xue, she really won’t sell it?" the middle-aged man couldn’t bear to leave. "This is a dagger personally made by the King of Yan; I really can’t bear to part with it."

"Go on, isn’t the Concentricity Pendant from Princess Yongning and the Golden Step Shake from Princess Jingan enough for you?" Professor Xue glared at him. "Don’t be too greedy; for future archaeological projects, I’m still counting on our Wanlan."

"Let me touch it one more time, just once," the middle-aged man stretched out his hand, only to have Professor Xue snatch it away, placing it into a box.

"Stop touching it, I have to catch a flight."

"Alright, alright, you go on to Jiangcheng; I’ll go check on him," the middle-aged man sighed and turned to leave.

Professor Xue hugged the box tight, wiping sweat from his forehead: "These old geezers are so hard to deal with."

But such high-grade relics, who could blame them for not wanting to let go? He had to quickly deliver it back to Ye Wanlan.

As Professor Xue was about to get into his car, an arrogant voice called out from behind him, "Wait, who let you go? I didn’t let you leave yet."

Someone respectfully spoke up beside him, "Fourth Young Master Xiang."

A Xiang Family Member?

Professor Xue turned around, faced with a very young-looking adolescent.

"I heard a dagger personally made by the King of Yan arrived here," the youth shrugged. "So I came to see it. It’s in this box, right?"

Before Professor Xue could react, the teenager stepped forward, opened the box, and his eyes lit up: "Indeed, it’s by the King of Yan!"

He directly ordered his guards to restrain Professor Xue while he picked up the box containing the dagger.

Professor Xue’s eyes widened, "What are you doing? That’s not yours!"

"How is it not?" The youth turned around, "Listen up, old man, my surname is Xiang."

Professor Xue shouted angrily, "So what if your surname is Xiang?"

He is from the Xiang Family, a descendant of the Xiang Imperial Family, and the relics truly belong to his family. Now, the Yunjing Museum director was even his uncle; what’s wrong with him taking a dagger?

Nothing.

"Anyway, you had no intention of donating the dagger to the museum, so what’s the big deal if I take it?" The youth, holding the dagger, patted Professor Xue’s face, "Tell the dagger’s former owner if they have the ability, to come and take it from the Xiang Family."