Chapter 243: Paternity Test Report

Either selling wheelchairs when she grows up, or breaking her legs and having to use a wheelchair.

From any angle, the implication isn’t very good.

Of course, the toddler’s grab is purely superstitious and doesn’t necessarily come true.

But what if it does?

Song Qingwan couldn’t help but worry.

The old man, however, didn’t think so:

"It’s a wheelchair that hides a knife, a new invention. I think this girl might become an inventor in the future!"

Song Qingwan sighed.

She could only comfort herself this way.

The main events of today’s banquet were all over.

She had also observed Zhang Yiming, Qu Qianqian, and Qin Xiyin, and found no ill intentions.

On the contrary, they always thought of Li Li.

They even made sure to save some candies for Li Li, afraid that she might not have any to eat.

This finally put Song Qingwan’s mind at ease.

You can’t blame her for being so tense.

Who wouldn’t be, seeing the little girl looking so na?ve and easily led astray.

Song Qingwan couldn’t rest easy without carefully checking things herself.

Soon, the banquet was nearing its end.

The few kids who slept early had already gone back ahead of time.

Only the little girl was left, sitting on the sofa rubbing her eyes, clearly sleepy as well.

"Li Li, go upstairs and sleep first. There’s no hurry to finish things here—"

Just then, a group of people came in from outside.

They had microphones in their hands, cameras on their shoulders, and journalist badges hanging from their necks.

As if fearless, they immediately pointed the camera at the little girl’s face.

Before the bodyguards at the villa rushed in to grab them, a journalist holding a microphone shouted loudly:

"Young Master Lu, we’ve received a tip that the little girl by your side isn’t your biological daughter at all! You’ve actually been raising someone else’s daughter all along. Is this true? Please, answer me."

He asked unabashedly, not caring at all about what thoughts such words might spark in the little girl’s mind.

Lu Junhan’s face turned completely cold.

The butler shouted loudly upon seeing this:

"How did you get in here? Bodyguards! Bodyguards, capture them quickly!"

But the journalist, as if instructed, ignored everything and struggled even when caught by the bodyguards, loudly saying:

"Young Master Lu, please answer my question!"

He paused, then said loudly, "Your silence—is it proof that this is indeed the case? Have you always known that Miss Lu isn’t your biological daughter?"

Lu Junhan stood up from the sofa with his tall and upright stature, walked a few steps, and stood in front of the journalist pinned to the ground by the bodyguards, then—

He stomped hard, the black hard-soled shoe grinding on the journalist’s hand, the cracking sound almost audible.

The journalist immediately let out a blood-curdling scream.

But Lu Junhan sneered coldly, not stopping at all. Instead, he lowered his eyes, lit a cigarette, and took a puff.

Then, he insultingly blew the choking smoke onto the journalist’s face, who was drenched in cold sweat from his pain:

"Looks like I’ve been too lenient lately, making you all forget what I’m really like."

The journalist’s heart suddenly skipped a beat.

But he still shouted: "Young Master Lu, doesn’t this mean I’ve hit the mark, and that’s why you’re furious, ugh—"

Suddenly, the journalist’s stomach was kicked hard, causing excruciating pain as if his internal organs were twisted.

Even taking a slight breath was so painful it made his scalp tingle, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

Lu Junhan looked down coldly at him, his pale wrist moving slightly, "If you don’t know how to talk like a human, I don’t mind teaching you."

However, the journalist could no longer speak, but the one held back by the bodyguards suddenly shouted:

"Young Master Lu, please answer our question."

Lu Junhan laughed coldly, "Looks like many of you have a death wish."

In the next moment, Song Qingwan, having comforted the little girl, directly said coldly:

"Enough! You want the truth, don’t you? I’ll give you the truth."

Song Qingwan came over directly, her cool eyes showing a hint of coldness as she gestured to the bodyguards: "Release them."

The bodyguards glanced at the man exuding hostility, hesitated for a moment, and didn’t dare to release them.

Song Qingwan said directly to the expressionless Lu Junhan: "Go sit over there and watch over Li Li, leave this to me. Although we don’t know who let these journalists in, if it’s not handled well, it could have a significant negative impact on Li Li."

There were still other guests at the banquet.

The more it’s covered up, the bigger the chaos, the more it will be handled in Lu Junhan’s violent way.

Just like the journalist said, others would only think that Lu Junhan was feeling embarrassed.

After today, even more people would believe that Li Li wasn’t his biological daughter.

Lu Junhan pressed his thin lips together, gave the journalist on the ground an icy look, then raised his eyes to the bodyguards and coldly said: "Release them."

"Yes."

The bodyguards quickly released them.

A few seconds passed.

Song Qingwan reached out and took the paternity test report handed over by the assistant, coldly threw it to the journalist kneeling on the ground.

Her voice was cool without any warmth.

Yet it was firm and clear, speaking not just to the journalists but also to everyone at the banquet:

"Holding this banquet today, I guessed that someone might question Lu Li’s identity. This is the paternity test report, tested a day before yesterday, showing that Lu Junhan and Lu Li have a 99.99% probability of being biological father and daughter. You can see for yourselves. Moreover, I invited Doctor Smir, the most renowned and impartial doctor, to conduct the test, ensuring no falsification. If you do not believe it, you can go to Doctor Smir for verification!"

Smir, a world-famous surgeon, is almost a household name in Hai City.

Known for his stubborn and strict personality, he always acts with integrity and despises bribery, so he absolutely wouldn’t falsify results.

He even swore an oath, saying if he ever told a lie or falsified a test during his medical practice,

he would permanently leave the medical field.

If the paternity test report thrown out by Song Qingwan was not authenticated by Smir,

but by another doctor,

the journalists could still question it.

After all, the Lu Family’s power and status make it easy to pressure a doctor into falsifying results.

But if it’s Smir, then it’s a completely different story!

Smir’s influential roots are in M Country, and even if the Lu Family wanted to threaten him to falsify results, there would be nothing to threaten with.

"How is this possible?"

The journalist kept looking over the paternity test report, cold sweat forming on his forehead.

The person had clearly told him that Lu Li was definitely not Lu Junhan’s daughter, allowing him to boldly reveal this information.

Because they were so confident, he had believed them and fearlessly asked, but now...

And among the crowd at the banquet, Lu Tianhua and Chen Susu’s faces also turned pale.

To embarrass Lu Junhan, they had personally intervened to let the journalists in with the help of the security guards.

If Lu Junhan investigates, he’s bound to find out it was their doing!