Chapter 672
Chapter 672: Chapter 38: The Origins of Yu Xi (Monthly Ticket Bonus!)_2 Chapter 672: Chapter 38: The Origins of Yu Xi (Monthly Ticket Bonus!)_2 After finishing the treatment, Lin Xian twisted the remaining bottles and jars closed and put them back into the medical kit.
Yu Xi examined her perfectly bandaged right arm, shook her short, hamster-like ponytail at the back of her head, and looked at Lin Xian with a tilted head:
“You’re quite good at dressing wounds, you did such a great job.”
“I just learned it on the spot.”
Lin Xian put the medical kit back into the trunk and turned around:
“I just paid more attention to detail, that’s all.”
He paused for a moment.
He seemed to choke on his words several times.
Finally…
He still asked the question that had just crossed his mind:
“Yu Xi.”
Lin Xian looked into Yu Xi’s raised eyes:
“Can you tell me…
about your parents?”
“I don’t have parents.”
Yu Xi and Lin Xian looked into each other’s eyes as she spoke softly:
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“I don’t know who my parents are, I have been an orphan since I was young, and no one has ever told me about them.”Lin Xian did not utter a sound.
This was a direct denial.
On the contrary…
it made Lin Xian even more puzzled.
If Yu Xi had simply said “I can’t tell you” or “I’m not able to speak about it,” that would imply there was definitely more to the story.
For a moment, an idea flashed through Lin Xian’s mind—
Could Yu Xi…
be Huang Que’s child?
And if she really was Huang Que’s child.
Then Huang Que would be Zhao Yingjun.
Moreover, during that period with Huang Que, it’s very likely that they were married.
Connecting these clues to everything…
Doesn’t that mean!
[Yu Xi, could she be the daughter of Zhao Yingjun and myself from some timeline?]
This speculation was too far-fetched.
So much so that…
Lin Xian felt like he was reading a fantasy novel.
All fathers are selfish.
Lin Xian could relate to that very well.
He didn’t think he was a saint, especially when it came to treating his daughter…
he wasn’t sure if he would become as indulgent as Chu Shanhe; but according to his current mindset, he would never allow his teenage daughter to be sent back in time for dangerous missions.
Let alone sending her back for a mission.
Even just the initial training and selection phase, Lin Xian’s ruthless hand would have decisively cut it off!
No father could accept his daughter growing up with only training and no life, riding a one-way ticket through time and space, dying in a foreign land, never to return home, could they?
Nor could any mother accept this.
If it were his adult daughter, that would be another matter…
She has her own life, her own choices.
A young girl of Yu Xi’s age should be spoiled and cherished, so how could anyone bear to send her on dangerous missions with no return, risking death at any time?
Probably.
It could only be an orphan, right?
No wonder, Yu Xi said she didn’t know who her parents were and that she was an orphan.
Only a child who is bereft of love could be trained like a special agent.
Lin Xian once again recalled the irresponsible speculation he had just made…
Could Yu Xi possibly be Huang Que’s daughter?
Actually, from the perspective of spatiotemporal logic, many questions remain unclear.
Could Yu Xi be his daughter?
This was even more confusing for Lin Xian.
He would definitely prefer to die in battle than expose his own daughter to danger.
There’s a saying that goes:
Dying in battle with her father is the greatest honor for a child; dying in battle with her child is the ultimate shame for a father.
Lin Xian picked up the bloodied gauze and other debris from the ground, packed it up, and threw it into a trash can by the road.
In fact, he still really wanted to know the answer.
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Whether the answer was correct or not, he wanted to know…
the true relationship between himself and Yu Xi.
Because he thought of Huang Que’s last look before disappearing when she uttered Yu Xi’s name.
Such tenderness,
Such reluctance,
Such yearning,
Such entreaty.
If Yu Xi were truly just an ordinary temporal bodyguard, Huang Que wouldn’t have shown such a complex expression, would she?
“Lin Xian?”
Behind him, Yu Xi, now wearing her jacket again, stood up and looked over:
“What are you lingering by the trash for?
Let’s continue our journey.
We’re only safe if we’re far enough from the Time-Space Assassin.”
Lin Xian turned away from his thoughts, looked at Yu Xi, and nodded:
“I’m coming.”
Forget it.
This kind of thing can’t be figured out just by thinking.
[DNA paternity test.]
That’s the most accurate and direct method.
When the opportunity arises.
Lin Xian intended to take the risk of “unexpected fatherhood”…
to find out the truth about Yu Xi’s origins.
…
The two set off again in the rugged SUV.
Lin Xian was still driving, planning to drive all night to return to Princeton, New Jersey.
He was still worried about Angelica’s situation.
She specifically instructed him not to contact her.
In such a case, he should heed the advice and not reach out to her via phone or text.
Otherwise…
it could easily turn bad.
But how could he just leave it be?
Therefore, Lin Xian planned to return to Angelica’s villa in Princeton to see if there were any signs of her coming home or if she had left any clues for him.
He yawned.
It wasn’t because he was sleepy.
It was out of fatigue…
In the past few days, although he had not been flying daily on a plane as before.
The exhaustion only grew; he and Yu Xi were essentially spending every day driving, driving, driving.
From the East Coast of Mi Country, all the way to the southern border, and now back towards the East Coast again.