Chapter 426: Whether It Is or Isn’t, Let Science Verify

Chapter 426: Whether It's True or Not, Let Science Verify

As soon as he said this, Fu Yanju was embarrassed by him and covered her face, saying, "Stop talking—let’s just go."

Watching the two hurriedly leave, Su He couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

"You’re okay with them being together?" Su He asked only after they had gone far.

"When have I ever disagreed?" Fu Tinghua raised an eyebrow, a little confused.

"You didn’t disagree, but you always scowled at him," Su He said with amusement.

"No. That’s just how I am with people. It doesn’t mean anything—it’s just that when I don’t smile, I might look a little unfriendly."

Fu Tinghua was a bit resigned, as his appearance often led people to misunderstand that he disliked them.

"Oh? You’re always like this with others, so who do you not act this way with?" Su He teased.

Fu Tinghua didn’t answer but fixed his gaze on Su He.

Su He: "..."

Well, she shouldn’t have asked.

But upon reflection, it did seem true—when Dr. Fu faced her, his eyes lit up.

At least so far, Su He had never felt any coldness from him toward her.

Now that it was winter, the shop wasn’t as busy as before.

But whenever customers did come, they bought a lot—loaded down with big and small bags packed full, enough to last them over half a month.

After working in the shop for a while, Su He glanced at the snow outside and guessed Fu Dajun’s group probably wouldn’t make it down these days.

Fortunately, sugar oranges were almost out of season.

We planted late this year, so by next year, sugar oranges should be out of season by this time.

"Something on your mind?" Fu Tinghua asked, noticing Su He staring outside.

Su He shook her head. "Nothing, it just hit me that Dad and the others probably won’t come down these days."

"The snow’s too heavy—the mountain’s too dangerous."

"Yeah, I warned them not to come down if it snows. Safety first."

As she spoke, Su He seemed to remember something and hesitated before asking Fu Tinghua, "Dr. Fu, about Aunt Lan—are you, I mean, you and her... Ugh, never mind."

She gave up, flustered, as this really wasn’t something easy to bring up.

Fu Tinghua looked at her with amusement, choosing his words before replying, "I don’t know how to explain it either. Until I know for sure, I don’t want anything to happen to her."

He lowered his head, and Su He couldn’t see his expression.

"So, do you feel anything for her?" Su He wondered—if they were truly mother and son, maybe there’d be some kind of spiritual connection.

She must have watched too many bad TV dramas to think like this.

"Feelings?" Fu Tinghua thought for a moment before answering, "What stands out to me is that she might disrupt my current peaceful life. And I’m very satisfied with how things are—I don’t want that broken. But later, I realized that was kinda selfish of me."

"That's right, no matter what happens, we should face it bravely instead of running away from it. I think you're trying to avoid Aunt Lan. You never lied to me before, but this time, you actually lied to me about her."

Su He finished speaking and gave Fu Tinghua a look that screamed, "You'd better tell me the truth."

Fu Tinghua found her expression equal parts amused and annoyed. "How did I lie to you?"

"You said you had nothing to do with Aunt Lan." Dr. Fu really wasn’t being honest—still playing dumb about it.

"Indeed, without evidence, we have no connection," Fu Tinghua replied calmly.

Su He hesitated, then finally told him about the day Fu Dajun met Aunt Lan and left looking really upset.

After that, Fu Dajun hadn’t returned to the city.

"Why didn’t you tell me until now?" Fu Tinghua was puzzled.

"Because I felt like I’d made things messy. Besides, I asked both of them what happened, and neither would tell me—how could I tell you?" Su He sighed helplessly.

She had been afraid Fu Tinghua would read too much into it or develop an even worse impression of Aunt Lan. She’d agonized over it for a long time before deciding not to mention it.

Of course, Su He was on her father-in-law’s side, but as a woman, she believed nothing could be more painful than losing one’s child.

Besides, recalling how Niu Niu had said Fu Tinghua and Aunt Lan looked alike, and remembering Fu Dajun’s grim expression that day, Su He felt something fishy was going on.

Sure enough, Dr. Fu already knew damn well what was going on—he just refused to tell her.

"It’s fine, it’s all in the past. Since she’s no longer in Wencheng, let it go," Fu Tinghua said with a sigh.

"What would you do if she came back?" Su He asked.

"I will give her my DNA sample so she can have it tested to see if we are mother and son."

Fu Tinghua suddenly recalled what the dean had said to him at work yesterday.

"Little Fu, you know that Mrs. Gu, right?

The patient you refused to treat last time, she really came for you.

She asked me to get your blood or hair with follicles and give them to her.

I thought, isn't this just for a DNA test? I didn't dare to agree.

She tried to bribe me a lot, but I knew that if you found out about this, you would definitely lose all trust in me, so I didn't agree.

But Little Fu, do you have any conflict or relationship with Mrs. Gu? Otherwise, why would she want your DNA sample?

Be careful, now that Mrs. Gu is no longer in the hospital, you don't need to worry anymore."

Fu Tinghua felt that if it were before, he might not have agreed if Aunt Lan had come to ask for his DNA sample.

But after learning today that a woman was murdered in Wencheng, a wave of fear, unease, and regret overwhelmed him. He suddenly felt that if she was his mother, then so be it; it's just one more mother, what's the big deal?

Once so indifferent to many things, he seemed to have become hesitant and cautious about everything after finding happiness.

So if Aunt Lan appeared again, Fu Tinghua would not hesitate and would speak clearly to her.

Whether or not, let science decide.

However, Aunt Lan did not appear again. But under the police's house-to-house search in Wencheng, another disfigured female corpse was found lying in the snow on Monday of the second week.

Blood—stained the surrounding snow red in an instant.