With Yan Qiongyu by her side, Wang Luan’s pressure instantly dropped by half.
When Doctor Weier saw them arrive together, his gaze went straight to Yan Qiongyu. The look with which he examined Yan Qiongyu was openly complex; anyone could tell there was a hint of excitement in his emotions.
“Child, you’re Yan Qiongyu, aren’t you? I’m Weier Ting. When you were very young, I even saw you once,” Doctor Weier stepped forward and said, not even waiting for Wang Luan to make introductions.
Yan Qiongyu was also observing him without showing it, and of course did not miss Doctor Weier’s unusual reaction.
Compared to the Li family head, who was also a suspected biological father, Doctor Weier’s attitude could be described as gentle and kind, completely different from the Li family head. Almost the moment Doctor Weier opened his mouth, Yan Qiongyu formed a new conjecture.
He maintained the persona he had upheld over the years—gentle and elegant—and spoke politely with Doctor Weier, not forgetting to display his affection with Wang Luan.
He glanced at Wang Luan with some helplessness, as if there were nothing he could do about her, and said, “I came today accompanying Miss Luan. Sorry to trouble you.”
Doctor Weier followed his gaze to Wang Luan as well, but his eyes quickly returned to Yan Qiongyu. “It’s all right. I was going to go see you in a couple of days anyway; meeting earlier is just as well.”
Yan Qiongyu smiled, looking very harmless. “Is it because of the matter of mental power enhancement? Actually, I know Doctor Weier’s great reputation. One of my doctors once mentioned that Doctor Weier has many remarkable research projects.”
Doctor Weier paused for a moment, then gave a wry smile. “They’re not really remarkable research… I did indeed come for the mental power enhancement project. Perhaps tomorrow I’ll conduct a detailed examination for you, but today, I’d like you to treat me as an ordinary elder, and we’ll just chat casually.”
Yan Qiongyu hadn’t expected Doctor Weier’s attitude toward him to be so tolerant and kind, but this was undoubtedly the best-case scenario among his estimates, and it would make obtaining some information from him easier.
He glanced at Wang Luan, who, after being ignored, had grown even more at ease—she had already quietly gone to sit aside to rest and started scrolling on her smart brain—and gently asked her, “Miss Luan, I have some things I’d like to ask Doctor Weier. May we go speak over there for a bit?”
Wang Luan said, “Go ahead.” At the same time, she discreetly raised a screen, on which was written in the Huaxia language: “Comrade, I’ll cover for you.”
Yan Qiongyu gave Doctor Weier a polite smile and walked over to sit in a resting area separated by a pane of glass.
Doctor Weier’s assistant had already left at his signal. At this moment, only the three of them remained. Yan Qiongyu did not notice the presence of anything like surveillance equipment, while Doctor Weier activated a small shielding device worn on his chest, blocking all eavesdropping and monitoring, before beginning to speak with Yan Qiongyu.
“Child, these past years, have you been living well?”
“Thank you for your concern. I’ve been living very well; the teachers at the Imperial Omega Academy have always cared for me,” Yan Qiongyu replied. His expression looked very sincere, and his hesitation looked equally real.
Seeing his hesitation, Doctor Weier said indulgently, “You seem to have something you want to ask?”
Yan Qiongyu naturally did not disappoint him, and followed his lead to bring up that person.
“I heard people say that Doctor Weier has seen her… Yan Mu, is that right?” Yan Qiongyu’s expression was hesitant, carrying a trace of longing and struggle. “What kind of person was she?”
Doctor Weier seemed to fall into memory. After a moment, he said, “She was a very intelligent person, and also a unique omega. Sometimes she was somewhat cruel to herself and to others.”
As he watched every micro-expression, a secret smile had already surfaced in Yan Qiongyu’s heart.
How interesting. This Doctor Weier, who was said to have once led all kinds of research on Yan Mu, seemed to harbor fascination and affection toward Yan Mu more than hatred or disgust.
Moreover, just from the tone and expression with which he mentioned Yan Mu, Yan Qiongyu was certain that he still had contact with her. So perhaps the reason he had been so easily drawn over this time by a simple set of materials was that there had also been Yan Mu’s instruction behind it.
The doctor came back to his senses. Looking at Yan Qiongyu’s clear eyes and gentle temperament, he gave a somewhat inscrutable sigh. “Although you’re both 3S and share blood ties, you look completely different from her.”
Doctor Weier had also seen the interaction between Yan Qiongyu and Wang Luan just now. This child, under the Empire’s guidance, had become a standard omega, which made him unsure whether to feel relieved or regretful.
But looking at the similar beautiful face he shared with Yan Mu, Doctor Weier couldn’t help but treat him even more gently, and he took the initiative to say, “Do you know about what happened with Yan Mu back then?”
Yan Qiongyu nodded and said softly, “When I was fifteen, my teacher told me about it.”
Those people did not know that he could remember things from such a young age, nor did they know that the teacher responsible for caring for him in his childhood had long since repeated everything into his ears countless times. They all thought he did not know.
Until he was fifteen, when he became highly sought after for his outstanding grades and 3S level and began to draw the attention of several princes and princesses, the teachers of the Imperial Omega Academy finally had a detailed talk with him.
They told him that his mother was a criminal, told him that he was born bearing his mother’s sins, and required him to take this as a warning—do not be proud of his 3S level, and always remember that this was not power he ought to possess.
In order to make him afraid, make him humble, and extinguish any possibility of him “going bad,” they described Yan Mu’s crimes to him in detail. The people she deceived, the people she killed—they even showed him quite a lot of materials from that time, those blood-soaked scenes.
Among them, there were two people whose brains had directly exploded because of Yan Mu’s mental power eruption; the scenes were exceptionally horrifying.
Yan Qiongyu, of course, behaved exactly as they wished—so frightened that his face turned pale and he could not accept it. For a time, he displayed guilt and unease, and very cooperatively fell ill for a long period.
In the past, he underwent various tests every year, and the matter of his origins, the matter of Yan Mu, was the biggest test of all. It was precisely after that test—because he performed so excellently, completely meeting expectations—that they relaxed a little and allowed him to gradually gain some freedom.
Of course, all the guilt and unease were illusions. When he looked at those materials, he was only thinking: so completely mastering 3S mental power could reach this extent—how nice.
Doctor Weier watched the Yan Qiongyu before him sink into silence. Seeing his lowered lashes, he likely mistook it for sorrow, and said to him, “You shouldn’t completely believe what those people at the Omega Academy say. Yan Mu was not the inhumane person they describe. She was just very special, always wanting to pursue freedom. At the beginning, she was the one being persecuted; she merely wanted to resist that persecution…”
From this Doctor Weier’s words, Yan Qiongyu heard a completely different account of Yan Mu. In his telling, all of Yan Mu’s actions were reasonable—she was a smart person who bravely pursued freedom.
Shock and doubt appeared on Yan Qiongyu’s face, but his heart was coldly laughing.
This biological mother of his was really interesting. About her, he had already heard four versions.
At first, the Yan Mu in that teacher’s mouth, who stopped at nothing and used everything; the Yan Mu in the Omega Academy teachers’ mouths, cold, ruthless, heartless, and vicious; the Yan Mu in Doctor Weier’s mouth, compelled to pursue freedom; and the Yan Mu in the mouths of the rebel organization Utopia’s people, dignified, gentle, wise, and decisive.
It was a pity he did not care what kind of person she actually was, nor did he care whether she had killed people or been victimized back then. What he wanted to do had never changed.
After finding his biological father and killing him, he would leave this place and go to Utopia to meet her in person.
Yan Qiongyu listened to Doctor Weier talk about Yan Mu’s past almost with a sense of boredom. From these words, he could almost be certain that Doctor Weier was not his biological father.
Because of Doctor Weier’s attitude, because of his character—everything was clear at a glance.
Having guessed the answer, Yan Qiongyu began to feel bored.
On the surface, he was listening to Doctor Weier speak. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Wang Luan browsing her smart brain.
He guessed she was probably buying some materials again.
Recently, Wang Luan had dismantled a large pile of household items—transport tools, cleaning tools, cooking utensils, and so on. She seemed curious about all of them. In order to understand their structure and principles, she had already taken apart a great many things, tossing aside the mecha she used to be interested in.
Suddenly, as if she had sensed his gaze, the half-reclining Wang Luan looked over.
Separated by a pane of glass, Wang Luan sat up and looked around, then projected a line of Huaxia language with her smart brain: “Chat with him a bit longer.”
Doctor Weier, with his back to her, did not see it. Yan Qiongyu saw it while distracted, but he felt no sense of comradeship. In the pause after Doctor Weier finished a sentence, he suddenly raised a hand to his forehead. Doctor Weier could only stop speaking and asked with concern, “What’s wrong?”
Yan Qiongyu’s tone was low. “I never knew… I thought… sorry, I can’t accept it right now. I think I need to go rest for a while. Perhaps we can talk again another time…”
Doctor Weier nodded in understanding. “That’s fine. I heard your mental power suppressor was removed not long ago. You really should rest more right now.”
A strange glint flashed through Yan Qiongyu’s eyes. So he really did know.
When he stood up, his figure swayed. Doctor Weier reached out and steadied him, receiving a grateful smile from Yan Qiongyu in return.
Wang Luan had still been thinking she could lie low for one more day. Who knew that just after she showed Yan Qiongyu that sentence, he immediately ended the conversation, making Wang Luan suspect that maybe his Huaxia language wasn’t good enough and he had misunderstood it.
Especially after Yan Qiongyu came out of the conversation and walked to her side, caringly reminding her of things—his manner was entirely that of a delicate wife.
Watching Yan Qiongyu’s departing figure, Wang Luan silently sighed, then turned back to face Doctor Weier.
The moment she turned around and saw Doctor Weier’s gaze, Wang Luan felt a wave of awkwardness.
“……” Uncle, could we not look at me with the eyes of a father-in-law appraising his son-in-law? In my understanding, I’m the one who’s supposed to be the delicate wife!
She always felt that Doctor Weier’s examination today was especially meticulous, even more exhausting than yesterday. After Wang Luan finally dealt with it and went back, she saw Yan Qiongyu busy in front of his instruments.
She moved over and stared at Yan Qiongyu’s back, her tone faint. “What are you doing?”
Yan Qiongyu didn’t turn around. “Using the Doctor Weier hair follicle sample collected just now to conduct a blood relationship comparison analysis.”
Then, in a tone of no surprise at all, he said, “Ah, the results are out.”
Wang Luan was startled. “How did you collect the sample?” She had only seen the two of them chatting while keeping their distance the whole time.
Yan Qiongyu turned his head and leaned against the table. “Shouldn’t you be more curious about whether he and I are related by blood?”
Wang Luan fell silent and looked at him warily. “Don’t even think about it. I’m not going to suck up to a father-in-law.”
Yan Qiongyu was speechless. “…There’s no blood relationship.”
