After I awakened my inner voice, I became the treasure of my family.

Chapter 64 Father Li's blood test, haha, not my child.

Upon hearing the suggestion of a blood test, a hint of guilt flashed in Pan Ranyue's eyes, and her face was full of resistance and reluctance.

At this point, she was very resistant to the blood test, after all, she knew the truth herself, and she would never want her son to have his blood tested.

But at this moment, it seems that the situation has developed to an irreversible point, completely beyond her control and refusal, and is no longer something she can refuse.

Standing to the side, Meng Zigao's eyes flickered, revealing a complex emotion between them.

He kept his head down, making sure everyone could see his expression, but the bulging veins on his hands, clenched tightly in his sleeves, completely betrayed his feigned composure.

At this moment, a servant stepped forward and skillfully scooped water from the basin one by one, poured it into five bowls, and arranged them neatly in order.

Father Li broke the silence first, saying, "To convince you, I'll go first! Tingxue, you come with me and try, so everyone here can see clearly whether we've lied to him or not."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li's father picked up a sharp dagger without hesitation and gently cut a small gash on his index finger.

In an instant, bright red blood dripped rapidly into the two bowls in front of him.

Looking at the scene before her, Li Tingxue frowned slightly in fear of pain, but still picked up the slender silver needle and gently pricked her fingertip.

The needle tip pierced the skin instantly, and with a forceful squeeze, two drops of bright red blood flowed out through the needle hole and slowly dripped into the two bowls.

At that moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the two bowls, holding their breath and waiting to see what would happen next. Time seemed to freeze, passing by unusually slowly.

Finally, to everyone's astonishment, the two drops of blood that were originally separate gradually drew closer and merged together...

Father Li laughed heartily, his face full of pride, and said in a loud voice, "Well, Meng Yuheng, now you should believe that I didn't lie to you, right? If you still don't believe me, then come and try it for yourself!"

As they spoke, the sharp dagger had been wiped clean and someone handed it to Meng Yuheng.

At this moment, Meng Yuheng was filled with doubt and resentment. He was determined to prove that what Li's father said was all a lie. So, without hesitation, he took the dagger, gripped the handle tightly, and gently slashed his finger.

Instantly, a sharp pain shot through him, but he couldn't care less. He watched helplessly as blood flowed from the wound, drop by drop, into the bowl. Father Li then dripped more blood into the bowl.

However, something unexpected happened—when Meng Yuheng's blood dripped into the bowl, it did not mix with the blood of Li's father and Li Tingxue as it had before; instead, it did not mix with Li's father's blood.

Seeing this, Mr. Li laughed so hard he almost fell over, his laughter echoing throughout the room.

"Hahaha... See? I told you you're not my child, you're not my child at all. Now the facts are right in front of you, you have no choice but to believe it!"

Look at this blood, it doesn't lie, otherwise how come yours and mine won't mix?

Meng Yuheng stared in disbelief. He took a step back, saw his mother Pan Ranyue beside him, grabbed her arm, and slashed her hand with a dagger.

Meng Yuheng's eyes widened in disbelief, and he involuntarily took a step back. In his panic, he caught sight of his biological mother, Pan Ranyue, standing to the side, and grasped at her like a lifeline.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed her arm, then raised the dagger in his hand again and mercilessly slashed a deep gash on the back of her hand.

In an instant, Pan Ranyue screamed in agony, crying out in pain. It hurt so much; the wound was so deep, it would definitely leave a scar. She never expected her son to go so crazy.

But Meng Yuheng seemed not to hear, staring intently at the blood dripping into the bowl.

However, what happened next completely stunned him—Pan Ranyue's blood quickly merged with the blood he had just dripped into the bowl without any hindrance.

At that moment, Meng Yuheng felt dizzy and disoriented, as if the whole world had become absurd.

He muttered to himself, "No...it can't be...this isn't real...you're all lying to me...there must be some mistake..."

“I am your son, and I could never be the son of that lowly merchant Meng Zigao! My father is a respectable fourth-rank official, how could he be associated with that money-grubbing merchant!”

Meng Yuheng shook his head frantically while roaring at the top of his lungs, clearly devastated by the reality.

At this moment, Father Li's face was ashen. He glanced coldly at the agitated Meng Yuheng and then subtly gave a wink to the steward beside him.

The steward, understanding immediately, waved his hand and led several servants to rush over, forcibly dragging Meng Zigao, who had been hiding his head and not daring to utter a sound, in front of everyone.

"If you still refuse to believe this undeniable fact, then how about you two recognize each other in public again?"

"It'll be good for everyone to see clearly who the real blood relatives are," Father Li said with a forced smile.

He wanted to prove his innocence to his wife; he couldn't let them continue to smear him.

When Meng Zigao was dragged to the front, he panicked. His face was filled with terror as he waved his hands and shook his head repeatedly, muttering to himself:

"No...no, you can't do this. He...is not...my son at all...Lord Li, you've misunderstood. No, Yuheng is indeed your biological son."

You must believe in Madam Yue Ran's deep affection for you. How could a woman as loyal and devoted to you as she is possibly bear me a child...?

"Hehe! You'll find out soon enough, won't you?"

At this moment, Meng Zigao was extremely anxious. He tried his best to break free from the servants who were holding him down, but unfortunately, they outnumbered him and no matter how hard he struggled, it was to no avail.

At this moment, his usual honest and simple persona completely crumbled, revealing a hideous and monstrous face.

Meng Zigao shouted excitedly, repeatedly saying things like, "Meng Yuheng is not his son at all; he is Li's biological son..."

Sitting to the side, Mr. Li frowned, his face full of impatience. He glared at Meng Zigao, snorted coldly, and angrily rebuked him:

"Shut up! Shut your stinking mouth! Butler, what are you dawdling for? Can't you hurry up? And stop making so much noise, he needs some peace and quiet!"

Upon hearing the master's order, the butler disregarded everything else and made a cut on his wrist, the blood dripping into two bowls.