Chapter 6 — Real Child in a Fake Family

“Okay… then mom goes first.” She stood up, her legs were a bit soft, she had to hold on to the back of the chair to stabilize herself a bit before walking. When passing by Co Dien Chau, she stopped for a moment. Lips move. Like wanting to say something. But Co Dien Chau did not look at her. He was playing with the little wind chimes on my rocking chair, one by one, very patiently. To Uyen Ninh is gone. The sound of footsteps going upstairs was very urgent. Almost ran up. Co Thua Vien looked at her back and frowned: "What's wrong with Mom lately? Her condition is always not good." "Postpartum recovery period, normal." Co Dien Chau said. His tone was light as air. Co Thua Vien nodded and did not ask further. Continue eating rice. I sat in the child's chair, quietly acting like a mascot. But my mind is still spinning. Now To Uyen Ninh is definitely thinking of a way. DNA sampling—will do it tomorrow. She only had time for one night. What will she do? Prevent? Find reasons for delay? Or— Escape? I feel like she won't run. Can't run either. All of her assets, relationships, and status are tied to her status as "Mrs. Co". Once you run, you will have nothing left. So she has only one way— Deal with Tran Quoc Luong. Make him shut up. Or make him disappear. Or— Changing another direction of thinking— Causing problems with DNA test results. I don't know which path she will choose. But I know, no matter which path she chooses, Co Dien Chau is prepared. What he was waiting for was for her to act. Her actions will reveal more loopholes. More evidence. More—weaknesses. This is a positive conspiracy. My father is planning a conspiracy. "I'm about to do DNA, you can handle it yourself." What can To Uyen Ninh do? Whatever she did was wrong. When holding me, her fingers unconsciously tightened a little. No coordination—more death. Play a trick—the chain of evidence is immediately complete, killing faster and more thoroughly. I even somewhat admired my father's psychological qualities. Faced with three children who are not his biological children, he can still laugh, eat, talk, and pick up food. If it were me, I would have flipped the table a long time ago. After dinner, Co Dien Chau carried me back to the baby room. This time he did not sit down. Just standing by the window, holding me and looking at the yard outside. The moonlight is very beautiful. The lights in the garden lit up, warm yellow, illuminating the neatly trimmed bushes. “She will call tonight.” He suddenly said. I was stunned for a moment. "Call Tran Quoc Luong." He bowed his head and looked at me: "Do you know what she will say?" I thought for a moment. 【Tell him to run? Or tell him to fake the results first?】 Co Dien Chau shook his head. "She will tell him to die." I was startled. "It's not really killing people." He added, "But tell him to cut off all contact, delete all records, pretend he never knew her."【What then?】"Then she will go find Hua Kien Quoc."【That bald guy?】 The corner of his lips twitched: "...Yes, that bald guy." 【Why are you looking for Hua Kien Quoc?】“Tell him to help bribe the testing facility.”I remained silent. This woman. The method is truly unusual. In the course of one night, he had to be silenced and bribed. Very high performance. But she didn't know that— Tran Quoc Luong's phone was tapped. Hua Kien Quoc was called to work three days ago. The testing facility is a laboratory belonging to a medical group under Co Dien Chau. Every path she could reach was blocked. She just doesn't know it yet. I looked at my father's calm face. Thinking to myself: If this person was in my previous life, he would have been at least the leading male lead in a commercial war movie. Unfortunately, he is in real life. Real-life trade war has no background music, no slow motion scenes. There are only cold documents. And one by one they suffered

crushed. “Are you scared?” He suddenly asked me.【Scared of what?】“Afraid of your mother.”I thought for a moment. 【Don't be afraid. I'm not close to her either.】 He was stunned. Then laugh. It's the kind of laugh that really feels funny. "That's true." He said, "You've been born just over a month." He put me back in the baby bed, covering me carefully. "Go to sleep. There's a good show to see tomorrow." He's gone. I closed my eyes. Good drama. Tomorrow. Date of DNA sample collection. I have a feeling—tomorrow there will be an earthquake in this family. The epicenter was right under To Uyen Ninh's feet. Indeed. Two o'clock in the morning. I was awakened by a series of footsteps. The sound of footsteps was very light, very urgent. Broadcast from the direction of the main bedroom, through the hallway, downstairs. It's To Uyen Ninh. She is calling. The voice was extremely low, but I could still hear a few fragments: "...Tomorrow you must leave this city..." "...Don't contact me anymore, don't say anything..." "...You've ruined my life, do you know..." Then there was the sound of the phone hanging up. Next, he called another number: "... Kien Quoc, I beg you to help me with something..." "... About the test report... do you know anyone..." "... I will pay no matter how much..." These two phone calls. Every word is recorded.