Xiao He didn't take Qiao Ying's words seriously at all: "How do I not know that I have another identity as Feng Ying."
Qiao Ying clenched her fists, wanting to kill this guy: "Xiao He is your twin brother! Feng Ying is your elder brother!"
In Xiao Chengdong's hospital room, Qiao Ying asked questions while giving acupuncture to Yang Yan one time, and Yang Yan told her about her son Xiao He.
That was how Qiao Ying learned that Xiao He was actually a twin.
Yang Yan gave birth to three sons - Feng Ying, Xiao He, and the assassin from the same sect standing in front of her.
Feng Ying was abducted.
But Xiao He's twin brother was taken away and sold by his own biological father Xiao Chengdong when he was just born a few days ago.
When Yang Yan learned about it, she collapsed and wanted to call the police to arrest Xiao Chengdong.
But she was beaten half to death by Xiao Chengdong. If it wasn't for her little son, Yang Yan would have lost her mind and done something foolish long ago.
This son who was sold by her husband became the biggest pain in Yang Yan's heart. She was unwilling to mention him.
Even the real Xiao He didn't know.
An Ying didn't tell the fake Xiao He, so the fake Xiao He naturally had no way of knowing.
After listening, Xiao He fell silent.
After a while, he said coldly: "So what."
His face was so similar to Xiao He that even his parents could hardly tell them apart. How could he not find it strange?
But for someone who grew up in An Ying since childhood, with memories filled only with all kinds of cruel training, being half a step slower than others meant certain death, and was already numb to everything, these unrelated feelings of kinship did not cause any ripples in his heart at all.
He had never been curious about his own life story, never wondered if he was abducted or abandoned, and did not look forward to any feelings of kinship, family, friends or a normal life.
In his eyes there was only An Ying, only training and surviving.
An Ying's orders were like holy writings.
Even if he felt strange and had doubts, he still did as told. Xiao He, Yang Yan, except for being the target persons in his eyes, were nothing else.
Qiao Ying suppressed the killing intent and anger in her heart: "I took your DNA and did paternity tests with Xiao Chengdong and Yang Yan. They are your biological parents."
When the fake Xiao He first appeared, Qiao Ying hacked into An Ying's database and took Feng Ying's DNA and Yang Yan's to do testing.
At that time, she thought that this might all be a scheme by An Ying, so the DNA of Feng Ying in the database could be fake.
So at that time she could not completely confirm that Feng Ying was the Xiao family's child.
Until she heard from Yang Yan that Xiao He was a twin.
Qiao Ying, who was familiar with An Ying's methods, had a series of assumptions and guesses in her mind. So she did paternity tests again for Yang Yan, Xiao Chengdong and the fake Xiao He.
She confirmed that the guy in front of her was the biological son of the Xiao couple.
Xiao He's face was expressionless: "I have no family. To me they are just strangers who happen to be blood related."
"You don't have feelings for Xiao He, then what about the mother you took care of for so long? Is she still just a blood-related stranger?"
Qiao Ying's words made the scenes of that gaunt face with protruding cheekbones, disfigured by illness, flash across the fake Xiao He's mind.
That weak, seriously ill pitiful woman.
Although she had lost her radiance from being tormented, her gaze at him was always gentle and loving, full of guilt and hope.
She must have been very beautiful when she was younger.
She was cowardly, unable to protect her own children, unable to resist Xiao Chengdong. But she was not selfish. More than once, she told him to leave this city, to escape from Xiao Chengdong.
She had already lost two sons, yet she was still willing to endure the pain of separation again.
She only hoped that he could live a little better.
She did not intend to leave with him. Xiao Chengdong would not let them go, he would keep looking for them until he found them.
She wanted to stay in that disgusting home, while hoping in her heart that one day the two sons she lost could come back.
She struggled to speak, tiring for others to listen to.
But when speaking with him, she was always gentle, and would curse Xiao Chengdong in a shrewish loud voice when he bothered him, threatening Xiao Chengdong not to touch him.
She would hold his hand, smile at him, ask him warmly, cry at the wounds on his face and hands.
There was little good food at home, she would save from her own portion to give to him. It wasn't anything good, but she hoped he could eat his fill.
She was tortured by illness every night, unable to sleep, but endured without making a sound for fear of disturbing his rest.
It was difficult for her to even get out of bed, yet she crawled out of bed without hesitation to save him when he fought with Xiao Chengdong.
She lay in bed all day, staring at the mottled ceiling, a day seemed like forever, waiting for him to come home.
For her, grievously hurt by her closest husband, all the goodness she could see seemed to come from her son.
Her son was the only spiritual pillar supporting her to live on.
In order not to drag her son down, she could give up her own life without hesitation.
If those two sons of hers had not been lost, she would surely have loved him as much as she did Xiao He.
But until her death, she never knew that the son she had cherished for over ten years was not actually Xiao He.
She was even more unaware that the one who had harmed her children was the other son she had been waiting for over ten years.
No, she knew. She knew that he was not Xiao He.
As she was dying, she looked at him for a very long time, then said: "My child, you've grown up."
Did she find out?
Xiao He's face gradually tensed up, and his aura also turned gloomy. He covered the broken ribs on his chest and concealed it very well: "Do you think I would believe it?"
He recalled the two little boys in the painting by Cheng Jinyan. That wasn't Feng Ying and Xiao He, but him and Xiao He...
Qiao Ying said: "Are you afraid?"
At that time in Cheng Jinyan's clinic, the experiences and sufferings he recounted were all experienced by Xiao He!
That boy who had never been favored by life, struggled to grow up, had just gone through the college entrance exam, only eighteen years old,
In the oppression and despair of life, after a day's work, as he walked home with an empty stomach, he was killed by his own brother whom he had never met, in this cold world.
One could imagine the emaciated Xiao He, perhaps on a cold winter night, wearing thin clothes, braving the cold wind, numbly walking home, while the prosperity of this city went against him.
He struggled at the bottom of this city for over ten years, never receiving any warmth, and would not have any in the future either.
He struggled to live, yet died on a cold street corner.
No one knew, no one saved him.
The real Xiao He died without ever understanding why he was killed, or who killed him.
That scrawny boy, who was tough at heart, perhaps still held hopes for this rotten life. If only he could have met her earlier... None of that wishful thinking of suffering leading to happiness, there was simply none.
And the evil deeds of the man before him went far beyond this.
Qiao Ying looked at him coldly and stepped forward: "Do you feel guilty and regretful? Your mother's death was also brought about by you."
Qiao Ying's words caused cracks to slowly appear on Xiao He's taut face.
Yang Yan had endured all these years, and later had Qiao Ying's financial aid, as well as Older Ming and Zhang Principal's help.
Everything was moving in a good direction, she hadn't even reunited with her other two sons yet, how could she suddenly want to die?
It was him.
