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Previously, when his uncle needed surgery and the family was required to do a bone marrow match, his father had said that Zhao Qiang was not suitable. At that time, Zhao Qiang thought it was just his father's concern for him, but now he realized that everything felt strange.
The deeper he thought about it, the more peculiar it seemed. Zhao Qiang began to doubt himself. To clarify things, he went downstairs and looked at his mother in the kitchen, deliberately saying, "Mom, you and Dad are getting older. Why don't you both get a check-up at the hospital? That way I can feel more at ease. By the way, I don't even know what blood type you and Dad are."
After he spoke, he fixed his gaze on her. He noticed his mother's figure paused for a moment, and her expression became unnatural as she waved her hand dismissively. "No, your dad and I are both healthy. As for blood types, we usually don't pay attention to that."
The oddness in Zhao Qiang's heart grew stronger. He continued, "Mom, I want to eat something spicy today. It's strange how I'm the only one in the family who likes spicy food; neither you nor Dad do."
His mother didn't respond. Seeing her silence, Zhao Qiang jokingly said, "I remember when I was little, people used to tease me that I was adopted."
After saying this, he saw his mother let out a heavy sigh. She turned around with a bitter expression and said, "Do you know something?"
Hearing those words felt like a heavy blow to Zhao Qiang's heart. An inner voice told him that the con artist had been right after all. He sat down on the sofa with a serious expression as his mother began to recount his origins.
"When your dad and I couldn't have children and were already in our thirties without any kids around us, we started looking into adoption. After much searching, we found you when you were just two years old; you didn't remember anything at that age, so we decided to raise you."
His mother sighed again and continued, "Initially, your dad and I thought about whether or not to tell you about your origins since we are getting older. But since you've brought it up today, I won't hide it from you anymore."
At that moment, Zhao Qiang's mind was buzzing. He never expected that spending three thousand yuan would lead him to discover he wasn't biologically related to his parents. That con artist—no, that master—had indeed been right!
He immediately asked anxiously, "Mom, do you still remember where I was brought back from? What about my real parents?"
Zhao Qiang returned to the house in a daze, unable to process the blow he had just received. He had thought the other party was a fraud, but it turned out to be a true master!
Thinking of this, Zhao Qiang quickly pulled out his phone and replied to Ruan Fuxi's post: "Master, I was wrong. You were right. Can you help me find out where my real parents are?"
Although his adoptive mother had spoken delicately, Zhao Qiang guessed that he must have been abducted and then bought by her.
His reply caught the attention of his fans.
"What? So your adoptive parents really aren't your biological ones?"
"This is bad; he encountered a real master while trying to debunk a scam."
"Could it be that they are both in on it? How could this happen?"
Zhao Qiang glanced at these comments but had no mood to read further. He anxiously awaited Ruan Fuxi's response, and finally, there was an update.
"I suggest you contact the police if you're in trouble."
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