Transmigrating as the Younger Sister of a Bigshot with Multiple Identities - Chapter 875

Chapter 875: Give This Perfume to Tong Rao

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As Gu Yang and Yan Xi battled fiercely in their respective games, Cao Cuo and Feng Jue engaged in a friendly conversation.

Despite the winter chill, they sparred without targeting obvious areas, so when they returned to the internet cafe, they appeared unscathed.

In Gu Yang’s presence, the two continued their cheerful banter.

Cao Cuo affectionately stroked Big Orange’s fur, but the cat insisted on snuggling into Gu Yang’s arms, prompting her to scoop it up.

Feng Jue asked casually, “So, did you have fun, Sister?”

Gu Yang paused for a moment before replying, “I played all the roles and died more than ten times with my teammates.”

Feng Jue shrugged, “Then it’s not your fault. Your teammates were just too bad.”

Cao Cuo nodded in agreement, his voice calm and clear, “You’ve never lost to us in games before. It’s not your problem—it’s your dumb teammates’ fault.”

Yan Xi, passing by the bar counter, was left speechless.

“So this is how it is, Boss Cao!” she thought to herself.

Gu Yang, too, was taken aback by their double standards.

Feeling a bit self-conscious, she glanced at Yan Xi awkwardly and cleared her throat. “I’m the one who dragged the team down.”

“It’s okay, sis. When we get back to school, I’ll take you out for some fun tonight,” Feng Jue interjected, giving Cao Cuo a sly look.

Cao Cuo casually remarked, “With Gu Jin and her boyfriend, the five of us can team up.”

Gu Yang eagerly agreed, “Sounds great!”

Feng Jue’s smile vanished instantly.

Cao! Cockblocker!

With five people on the team and two couples, he’d be the odd one out. Did he not realize he’d be third-wheeling?!

The winter wind whispered through the snow, bending the branches under the cold night sky.

Temperatures were hovering around five to six degrees below zero, keeping most students indoors, huddled around heaters and reluctant to venture outside.

In a secluded corner of Hua University’s campus, where street lamps cast an orange glow on the snow-covered ground, Tong Jiayin received a message from her brother, Tong Sinian. Bundling up against the cold, she hurried out of her house.

Tong Sinian stood beneath a street lamp, waiting patiently. When he heard footsteps approaching, he turned to greet her.

Tong Jiayin hastened over, her voice filled with urgency. “Brother, did you get Gu Yang’s hair? How did the DNA test go?”

Tong Sinian slipped his hands into his pockets and shook his head.

Distressed, Tong Jiayin pressed further. “Gu Yang isn’t Mom’s abandoned illegitimate daughter?”

Tong Sinian explained, “The results aren’t in yet. DNA tests typically take seven working days. Even in urgent cases, it still takes three days.”

Tong Jiayin felt a sinking disappointment wash over her. “Brother, you don’t understand how much Mom adores Gu Yang. She’s never praised us like that, but she praises Gu Yang so highly.”

“If Gu Yang turns out to be her biological daughter, Mom will surely acknowledge her.”

Tong Sinian gently comforted her, “There are many children with hemophilia who are orphaned worldwide. Gu Yang may not necessarily be Tong Rao’s child.”

He continued, “Besides, Dad mentioned that Tong Rao allegedly discarded the child right after birth. There’s uncertainty about whether she even had hemophilia.”

“Furthermore, despite the Gu family’s efforts to locate Gu Yang’s biological parents, they were unsuccessful. If her biological parents were from an ordinary family, how could they remain untraceable for so long? It’s unlikely that her entire family perished, right?”

Tong Jiayin’s suspicions deepened as she sought any evidence that could support her doubts.

“Let’s wait for the results,” Tong Sinian said calmly.

He hadn’t brought Tong Jiayin out to discuss this matter. Instead, he pulled out a bottle of perfume from his pocket and handed it to her.

Recognizing the logo on the perfume bottle, a brand her mother Tong Rao favored, Tong Jiayin looked at her brother in surprise. Under the glow of the street lamp, Tong Sinian’s face remained mostly obscured in shadow as he spoke softly, “Give this to Tong Rao and ask her to use it.”

Caught off guard, Tong Jiayin nearly dropped the perfume bottle. The cold wind and snow stung her face, making her voice quiver slightly as she asked, “What is this?”