Chapter 3

"This is how it should be, and it’s right there in black and white, so what could possibly be wrong?"

Xiao He smiled happily, as though he were the one who had been tested: "Yuejin, stop overthinking it, because the kid looks just like you, your blood type backs it up, and now you’ve had a test, so what else is there to question?"

"I told you, he’s not my son, and he couldn’t possibly be my son."

My expression was serious as I repeated the facts I knew: "Li Wenli and I met on a blind date and got married just two weeks later."

"A few days before the wedding, she told me herself that she was three months pregnant."

"And what happened afterward proved it, because Liu Xiaobao was born only seven months after we got married."

"I told people he was premature, but he was actually full-term."

Xiao He’s mouth dropped open, and his eyes glazed over.

His head was probably an even bigger mess than mine.

Several minutes passed before he asked hesitantly: "Yuejin, are you sure you… didn’t know her before?"

"You’re trying to say she might have dated me before the blind date and gotten pregnant then, right?"

I glanced at him: "If it were you, would you fail to recognize a woman you’d dated just three months earlier?"

With that, I stood up: "The test must be wrong, and I’m getting another one."

"Wait…"

Xiao He quickly grabbed me: "Yuejin, I’m going to be direct, so please don’t get angry."

"Uh, is it possible the problem isn’t with the test?"

"Think about it, because the kid looks so much like you, he even has the same Rh-negative blood type, and you watched them collect and seal the samples yourself."

"All of that means the chance of a testing error is practically nonexistent."

"And since you’re certain your wife was pregnant before she met you, could it be… ahem, could this child belong to your older or younger brother?"

I understood what he meant.

But that possibility didn’t exist either.

Never mind the scientific fact that an uncle-nephew relationship couldn’t produce a probability as high as 99.99%.

The more important point was that I had no brothers at all.

I glanced at him again and said flatly: "I only have an older sister."

"Oh, no older or younger brothers?"

Xiao He paused, then continued: "Then… what about your father?"

He didn’t dare finish that thought because it was too offensive.

But I’d already guessed what he meant and glared at him: "My father died of an illness eight years ago."

"Sorry, Yuejin, I… I didn’t mean that."

Caught out, Xiao He flushed with embarrassment and hurriedly waved his hands in explanation.

Halfway through, he added: "If that’s the case, then there’s only one possibility left."

"Um, Yuejin, have you heard of the multiverse and parallel dimensions?"

"If you’re certain Liu Xiaobao isn’t yours, could another version of you from a parallel dimension have used some kind of science-fiction technology to cross dimensions and get your wife pregnant…"

Was there something wrong with this guy’s brain?

Or had he just read too many web novels?

I stared at him in disbelief.

Instinctively, I turned to look to my right.

The four diners at another table a few yards away apparently couldn’t stand listening anymore and had already picked up their bowls and chopsticks to move.

Every look they cast our way was the kind you’d give a pair of idiots…