Is it hard to chase the school beauty?It doesn't matter, she still has roommates

Chapter 709 Paternity Test Report
Seeing the sudden change in the expressions of Zhang Dawei and his wife, he forced himself to add something.

"Excuse me for speaking frankly, Mr. Zhang and Mrs. Zhang, given the current situation, the other side has a complete chain of evidence and Wang Taicheng is in charge... Our chances of winning are probably less than 10%."

"Less than 10%?!"

Zhang Dawei's voice suddenly rose, filled with disbelief and rage.

"What a joke! That courtyard house and company belong to the Zhang family! What does it have to do with Zhang Yiyi, an adopted daughter?! Attorney Huang, I hired you at great expense! You have to find a way for me! Double! I'll give you double the legal fees! No matter what, you must win this case!"

Attorney Huang helplessly shrugged, his face showing an expression of resignation.

“Mr. Zhang, this isn’t about money. Faced with absolute strength and evidence… sometimes, money isn’t everything. The name Wang Taicheng is a deterrent in our industry. When he takes on a case, it’s practically a death sentence.”

He sighed.

"Unless... we can produce irrefutable, groundbreaking evidence that proves Ms. Zhang Yiyi's claims are completely unfounded, then..."

“Revolutionary irrefutable evidence…” Jiang Qingfang murmured, repeating these words over and over, her face turning extremely pale, her eyes flashing intensely as if she were going through a fierce internal struggle.

Her hands, resting on her knees, unconsciously gripped the hem of her skirt tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.

A deathly silence fell over the living room, broken only by Zhang Dawei's heavy breathing and Attorney Huang's helpless gaze.

Jiang Qingfang lowered her head deeply, looking at her carefully maintained but slightly trembling hands. A secret buried deep in her heart for many years, enough to overturn everything and enough to plunge her into hell, awakened again like a venomous snake, frantically gnawing at her nerves.

Say or don't say?

The smell of disinfectant permeated the single-patient room, carrying a cold, clean feeling.

Zhang Yi sat on the hospital bed, her complexion much better than when she was first brought in, but a lingering sense of confusion and unease remained between her brows.

The physical wounds are healing, but the hole in my heart, pierced by the person closest to me, is still gushing out a chill.

Xiaoyu sat on the edge of the bed, peeling an apple gently, but her eyes were filled with worry, and she would glance at Zhang Yiyi's pale profile from time to time.

There was a gentle knock on the ward door, which was then pushed open.

The man who walked in was about 1.6 meters tall, wearing a sharp dark gray suit and a tie of the same color.

He wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and behind the lenses, his eyes were calm and wise. He exuded a refined and scholarly air, and he was none other than Wang Taicheng, the first partner of Taicheng Law Firm.

"Yiyi, are you feeling better?"

Wang Taicheng's voice is gentle, carrying a reassuring power.

He walked to the bedside, nodded to Xiaoyu, and then took out a neatly bound document from his briefcase.

"Uncle Wang, I'm much better now, thank you for coming."

Zhang Yiyi quickly sat up straight, her voice carrying a hint of barely perceptible tension.

"That's good."

Wang Taicheng smiled and handed the documents in his hand to Zhang Yiyi.

"This is the power of attorney. It represents your decision to sue your adoptive parents, Zhang Dawei and Jiang Qingfang, demanding the return of the courtyard house and the division of company shares. We, Taicheng Law Firm, are hereby entrusted to handle this case."

He turned to the first page of the agreement and pointed to the signature section.

"We need your signature here so that we can formally submit the lawsuit documents to the court."

Zhang Yiyi took the heavy agreement, her fingers slightly cold.

She took a deep breath, picked up the pen that Wang Taicheng handed her, and held the pen tip above the signature bar, but hesitated to put it down.

After a few seconds of silence, she raised her head, her face showing obvious embarrassment and difficulty, her voice barely audible.

"Uncle Wang...I...I don't have the money to pay the lawyer's fees right now."

She paused, as if she had made a great decision before making her request.

"Could I... pay you after I get my assets back? I promise! Double! No, triple is fine too!"

Wang Taicheng's smile remained unchanged as he gently shook his head.

“Yiyi, there are rules in the legal profession, and contingency fee arrangements are not done this way. Paying after the fact is not in accordance with the rules.”

His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable professionalism.

Zhang Yiyi's face instantly turned even paler, her knuckles gripping the pen turned white from the force, her lips moved slightly but no sound came out, and her eyes were filled with helplessness and frustration.

A huge sense of disappointment almost overwhelmed her. Could it be that the final step was stuck on this damned lawyer's fee?
"Alright, alright, I'm not teasing you anymore."

Wang Taicheng looked at her face, which fell instantly, and suddenly chuckled, breaking the heavy atmosphere. His eyes behind his glasses held a hint of mischievousness, like an elder looking at a younger person.

"You're still so honest, kid. Turn to the second page."

Zhang Yiyi was taken aback by his sudden turn of events, and subconsciously obeyed, quickly turning to the second page of the power of attorney.

Her eyes swept quickly across the terms and conditions, and when she saw the crystal-clear number in the third line, her pupils dilated suddenly, and she froze as if she had been frozen in place!
"Lawyer's fee. One yuan."

"One yuan?!"

Zhang Yiyi suddenly raised her head, looking at Wang Taicheng in disbelief. Her voice rose in shock, and the last syllable trembled.

Her eyes instantly reddened, quickly filling with hot tears. Gratitude, grievance, disbelief... a complex mix of emotions surged through her heart like a tidal wave.

Wang Taicheng pushed up his glasses, deliberately put on a serious face, and spoke in a solemn tone.

"What? Yiyi, you don't actually want to pay even one yuan, do you? That won't do!"

He emphasized this with great seriousness.

“I, Wang Taicheng, don’t litigate for free. Otherwise, if word gets out, my reputation as an ‘ever-victorious general’ will be ruined! How will I ever be able to survive in the legal profession in Beijing?”

These half-joking, half-serious words were like a key, completely unlocking the floodgates of Zhang Yiyi's emotions.

The tears she had been holding back could no longer be contained and rolled down her cheeks in large drops.

She wasn't feeling wronged; instead, she was deeply moved and warmed, as if a warm current had instantly enveloped her cold heart.

She reached out her slightly trembling hand and tightly grasped Wang Taicheng's hand, her voice choked with emotion and thick with nasal tone.

"Uncle Wang... thank you! Really... thank you! I will definitely work hard! I will definitely not let you down!"

At that moment, she felt that Uncle Wang in front of her was more like a reliable mountain than her so-called biological father. Wang Taicheng gently patted the back of her hand, his eyes gentle yet firm.

"Silly child, it's what you should do. Your mother back then... sigh, let's not talk about it. Now, sign it."

Zhang Yiyi nodded vigorously, tears still clinging to her eyelashes, but without hesitation, she picked up the pen and signed her name on the power of attorney.

The handwriting trembled slightly, yet remained exceptionally clear and firm.

After signing the document, she felt as if she had completed a major ceremony, and let out a long sigh of relief, feeling as if the huge weight on her heart had been lifted.

at this time
"boom!"

The ward door was rudely pushed open from the outside, slamming against the wall with a dull thud.

The warm and touching atmosphere in the ward was instantly shattered, and the air seemed to freeze.

Zhang Yiyi and Xiaoyu both turned to look at the doorway at the same time.

When Zhang Yiyi saw the people standing at the door, the gratitude and relaxed expression on her face vanished instantly, replaced by a cold, intensely resistant disgust.

She abruptly turned her head to the window, as if even looking at it would offend her eyes.

Xiaoyu's temper flared up instantly!
She suddenly stood up, like a mother hen protecting her chicks, blocking Zhang Yiyi's bedside, glaring angrily at Zhang Dawei, Jiang Qingfang, and the shrewd-looking lawyer Huang behind them, who had barged in.

"Who let you in?! Get out! You're not welcome here!"

Xiaoyu's voice was filled with undisguised anger, especially when her gaze swept over Zhang Dawei, it was filled with incomprehensible heartache and contempt.

Jiang Qingfang's harshness is one thing, but how could Zhang Dawei, Zhang Yiyi's biological father, do such things time and time again? Is his heart made of stone?!

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Zhang Dawei's face, but it was quickly replaced by a forced "helplessness."

He coughed lightly, ignoring Xiaoyu's anger, and turned his gaze directly to Zhang Yiyi, who had her back to them. He deliberately softened his voice, even making it sound "earnest".

"Xiaoyu, don't get agitated. Yiyi, we're here for no other reason than to have a good talk with you."

As he spoke, he and Jiang Qingfang ignored Xiaoyu's attempts to stop them and walked straight to the bedside.

Jiang Qingfang followed behind, her face filled with a condescending sarcasm and gloating, her eyes slicing through Zhang Yiyi's frail back like knives.

Zhang Dawei took a thin kraft paper document bag from Attorney Huang and handed it to Zhang Yiyi.

"Yiyi, take a look at this. After you see it, you'll understand."

Zhang Yiyi remained with her back to them, her shoulders tense, motionless, like a cold statue.

"Take it! This is what your dad gave you, aren't you going to take it?"

Jiang Qingfang's sharp voice rang out, filled with impatient urging.

Zhang Yiyi's body trembled almost imperceptibly.

She turned around slowly and very reluctantly.

When her gaze fell upon the file folder in Zhang Dawei's hand, and the four crystal-clear black Song typeface characters on the front of the folder: "Paternity Test Report," her heart felt as if it had been gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and suddenly sank!
A strong sense of foreboding, like a cold, venomous snake, instantly coiled around her neck, almost suffocating her.

Why are you showing me this? Her heart skipped a beat, and a jumble of chaotic thoughts surged through her mind.

Do they want to use their blood relationship to threaten her? Or... prove that she is "unworthy"?
Under Zhang Dawei's gaze, which held a strange "expectation," and amidst Jiang Qingfang's sarcastic sneer, Zhang Yiyi finally reached out and took the file bag that seemed to weigh a ton.

The touch of her fingertips on the cold parchment made her shiver involuntarily.

She opened the file bag somewhat stiffly and pulled out a report that was only a few pages long.

She didn't look at the complex analytical data and charts at the front; her gaze skipped over them and fixed on the cold and cruel conclusion at the very bottom of the last page of the report.

Based on available data and DNA analysis results, Zhang Dawei has been ruled out as Zhang Yiyi's biological father.

Buzz!

Zhang Yiyi felt her mind go completely blank! All the sounds around her instantly faded away, leaving only a sharp ringing in her ears.

Her knuckles turned white from gripping the report so tightly that the paper groaned softly in her hand, as if it were about to collapse under the weight.

“Yiyi,” Zhang Dawei’s voice rang out at the right moment, carrying a deliberately crafted, hypocritical “regret” and “sorrow”.

“I know it’s hard for you to accept right now. That day… after you left, I felt really uneasy. So I went to your room and found a few strands of hair on your pillow… and then I got this paternity test done.”

He sighed and shook his head, as if he were the one who had been deceived.

"As you've seen, there is indeed no biological relationship between us. In other words, Yiyi, you are not of the Zhang family bloodline."

He paused, looking at Zhang Yiyi's face, which had instantly lost all color and turned as white as paper. A glint of triumph flashed across his eyes, but his tone became even more "earnest" and even carried a hint of "charity".

"Since you're not a member of the Zhang family, then... the courtyard house and the company shares naturally have nothing to do with you. Suing is useless; the court won't support you."

As if to demonstrate his "magnanimity" and "sentimentality," he pulled a thick envelope from the inside pocket of his suit and stuffed it into Zhang Yiyi's stiff hand.

“For the sake of you calling me ‘Dad’ for twenty years,” Zhang Dawei’s voice carried a nauseatingly hypocritical kindness.

"Here's 20,000 yuan. Take it and find a place to recover properly. If you ever miss home and have time, you can always come back for a visit. I'd still welcome you."

He emphasized the word "father" with particular force, which was full of sarcasm.

The air in the ward seemed to have frozen into ice.

Zhang Yiyi clutched the cold paternity test report as if she were holding a red-hot iron, so hot that her soul trembled.

She raised her head, her once clear and bright eyes now filled with bewilderment, shock, and a hollowness as if they had been utterly emptied. She stared intently at Zhang Dawei and Jiang Qingfang, as if she were truly getting to know them for the first time.

“No…it’s impossible…” she murmured to herself, her voice as light as a feather, carrying a sense of disbelief and devastation.

"I'm not your daughter? Then...who am I?"

This sudden stripping of her identity left her without a foothold.

Zhang Dawei's face was plastered with feigned helplessness and regret. He let out a long sigh, deliberately making his tone heavy.

"Yiyi, I know this is hard to accept. To be honest, I also wish you were my daughter. How could I not have feelings for you after watching you grow up?"

He paused, then dropped the bombshell.

(End of this chapter)