Chapter 405 - Where Was Her Real Daughter? (1/2)

She spent years wondering whose daughter she was. That puzzle was solved when she found Xiang Caiping.

However, unexpectedly, the question suddenly came back now.

Who was she? Who were her parents?

“Darling,” Huo Jinyao held her hand. She instinctively tried to free herself from his grip but failed. She felt annoyed.

“Let go of me.”

That was not right. Something was definitely wrong.

“Darling.”

Huo Jinyao didn’t let her go, but held her in his arms and said, “What happened to you?”

“Let go of me. I can’t think like this.”

“Don’t think,” Huo Jinyao held her tight, “Don’t think. Look at me. Look in my eyes.”

Huo Jinyao looked at her and said, “What happened? Tell me.”

Su Qingsang looked at his handsome face. His vivid, bright eyes were fixed on her.

She slightly moved her lips but failed to let out a word.

Her eyes were a little red and her face was pale. Huo Jinyao held her tight and said, “Whatever it is, let’s go home first.”

Su Qingsang didn’t say no, but followed him upstairs.

They went in, turned on the light and closed the door. Su Qingsang walked to the couch, sat down, and grabbed a cushion.

Huo Siyao glanced at her, then went into the kitchen, poured a glass of water, and put it in her hand.

“Have some water.”

The water flowed into her throat, dispelling some of the tightness in it.

Huo Jinyao turned on the air conditioning too. As the air temperature rose, Su Qingsang calmed down. She put the glass aside and held the cushion tight.

“Huo Jinyao, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you.”

Her attitude was awful. Huo Jinyao didn’t say anything but held her hands.

“Don’t mention that. What happened? Tell me.”

It was the second time he saw her like that. The last time it happened after that pregnant woman threw herself down the stairs. This time, it seemed to be even worse.

Su Qingsang pressed her lips together and stared at Huo Jinyao.

Huo Jinyao looked back at her, silent as well.

Su Qingsang dropped her head, seemingly to think. Huo Jinyao looked at her, patiently waiting for her to start talking.

The air conditioner worked very well. Su Qingsang felt a little hot. She took off her coat but didn’t let go of the cushion in her arms.

She turned her face away, looking at a random spot.

“Huo Jinyao, have you heard about Mendelian genetic principles?”

“What?”

“Mendelian genetic principles,” Su Qingsang said word by word composedly, without turning her eyes away from that random spot. “It’s about dominant and recessive genes, including the heredity law of blood type. In simple words, the patterns of blood group inheritance.”