With a loud bang, He Tun's angry fist smashed heavily on the tea table.
The tea in the teacup began to vibrate.
The blue veins on He Tun's resolute face were enough to show how angry he was at this moment.
Just now, He Tun received a call from Xing Twelve to report the results of Feng Tuan Tuan's paternity test.
The results of the paternity test showed that Feng Xinglang was not Feng Tuan Tuan's biological father!
He Tun and Feng Tuan Tuan were not related by blood.
In other words, He Tun's dream was shattered. Feng Tuan Tuan was not his biological granddaughter, nor was she the biological daughter of his son, Ah Lang!
The paternity test was done by three authoritative testing agencies near Pater Castle. The results showed that Feng Tuan Tuan was not the blood of the Xing Family! That was He Tun's territory. There was no doubt about it!
In other words, the paternity test in Shen City was tampered with?
The reason why He Tun was so angry was not only because he had lost his granddaughter, but also because he, an ambitious and ruthless man, had been tricked by someone in the dark!
How could He Tun not be angry?
He tried to catch the eagle all day long, but was pecked in the eye by the eagle!!!
"What kind of testing agency did Xing Twelve find? How dare they play tricks on me? Oh, are they tired of living? "
He Tun hissed in a low voice. The deep anger reverberated in his abdomen and was about to burst out of his chest!
"Godfather, please calm down. I think the most important thing to do now is to find your only grandson. Feng Tuan … has been taken away from Shen City by Lin Xueluo for four days. As for the testing agency, he can't escape from them! "
Xing Eight reminded him kindly.
"Yes, yes, yes, I'm confused! Did you find out where Lin Xueluo took Feng Tuan to? "
He Tun's dream of 'biological granddaughter' was already hopeless. He Tun was especially eager to find his only grandson.
"I found it. Lin Xueluo and her son went to a place called Shimi County with the caring volunteers of the orphanage."
"Shimi County? What kind of place is that? How far is it from Shen City? "
"It's a remote place with half plateau and half mountainous area! It's about 40 hours away. "
"Half plateau and half mountainous area? Why would Xue Luo bring Fifteen to that kind of barren land? "
He Tun became angry again.
"…"
In fact, Xing Ba wanted to say, "It's all because of you!"
"Foster Father, don't worry. I heard that Feng Xinglang left for Shipi County yesterday. He should arrive tomorrow."
"No! Eighth Brother, tell Fifth Brother to prepare the carriage. We're leaving for Shipi County right now. I was the one who made him leave. If Fifteen got hurt, how am I going to explain it to Ah Lang! "
This time, He Tun finally had a rare moment of self-awareness!
"Foster Father, I'll go with Fifth Brother. The road to Shipi County is long and rugged. You, old man, just wait here. "
Xing Ba was reluctant to part with his adoptive father's hard work in the river village. Although he sometimes disagreed with River Tun's actions.
"I can't wait any longer! Quickly ask Old Five to prepare the car. We're leaving now! "
At this moment, He Tun wished he could grow a pair of wings and fly to Shipi County, hug his only grandson, and love him dearly.
Seeing that He Tun was angry, Xing Ba did not dare to ask how to deal with Feng Tuantuan.
He was worried that if his adoptive father was unhappy, he would blurt out, "Settle it on the spot". That would be troublesome!
Although Feng Tuantuan was not Feng Xinglang's biological daughter, she should be Feng Lixin's biological daughter. He Tun only needed to move his lips to give an order, but the consequences would be unimaginable!
Moreover, He Tun was a particularly cruel and heartless person. Feng Tuantuan was no longer his biological granddaughter, and she had been used to humiliate him …
Therefore, Xing Ba did not ask his adoptive father how to deal with Feng Tuantuan, who was only four years old, on behalf of Xing Twelve.
After all, the child was innocent, wasn't it?
However, according to Xing Twelve's nature and temper, he would definitely bring Feng Tuantuan, that little clingy person, back to Shen City to report to his adoptive father.
Xing Twelve had never been an adoptive son who would make decisions on his own!
It was also because of his obedience and loyalty that he could win more of He Tun's favor.
*****
Feng Xinglang's body was covered with old injuries: on his legs, arms, abdomen, and shoulders; he was already riddled with scars.
Although most of the old injuries seemed to have healed on the surface, his vitality was still greatly damaged. After going through a series of bumps and collisions, Feng Xinglang almost fainted.
Perhaps God helped the worthy, or perhaps Feng Xinglang was not fated to die yet, but his off-road vehicle was stuck on a few pine trees halfway up the mountain.
Looking down through the cracked windshield, he could see the turbulent river, and the yellow river water was churning.
If he really fell down, there would only be one outcome — death and destruction!
Feng Xinglang tried to move his limbs, and found that his left arm and left leg were in excruciating pain.
The abrasions on his left arm could still be tolerated, but his left leg … seemed to be broken again.
"Creak." A series of twigs snapping reminded Feng Xinglang that if he did not find a way to leave this off-road vehicle, he would eventually be buried in this muddy brown river together with this off-road vehicle!
Feng Xinglang exhaled carefully, and when he looked around, he found the phone that had fallen by the door on the right side.
"Click." Feng Xinglang unbuckled his seatbelt first, and reached out to pick up the phone …
"Crack." The pine tree made another warning snapping sound, and the front of the vehicle dropped more than half a meter due to Feng Xinglang's change of center of gravity.
Feng Xinglang clearly realized that he could not waste any more time. These pine trees could not support the off-road vehicle at all.
Fortunately, the door on the left side opened without much effort. "Crack …"
When the pine tree issued its third warning, Feng Xinglang ignored the bone-piercing pain in his left leg and crawled out of the off-road vehicle. He swung over and hugged another branch of the pine tree, then climbed up to the roots of the pine tree in one go.
Feng Xinglang did not even have time to catch his breath before he heard the off-road vehicle fall into the muddy waves.
Finally, his life was saved for the time being!
However, Feng Xinglang did not feel the joy of being reborn. When he raised his head and looked at the mountain road that was about seventy to eighty meters above his head, his whole person became gloomy again.
The pain in his left leg came one after another, and Feng Xinglang clenched his teeth in pain.
'It should be broken!'
Feng Xinglang broke two branches and used his tie and belt to temporarily fix his broken leg.
He raised his head again and looked at the mountain road that was more than seventy meters above his head. Feng Xinglang gave up the idea of climbing up with his broken leg.
Even if he really climbed up, his broken leg would have long been useless!
Feng Xinglang did not want to spend the rest of his life between a wheelchair and crutches!
Dawn had already appeared in the east, and fortunately, the sky was slowly becoming brighter. Feng Xinglang adjusted his breathing to recover his strength, and he listened carefully to the movements above him.
For a long time, he did not hear any sound of people or vehicles passing by.
The only thing that could relax Feng Xinglang's mind was the beautiful scenery halfway up the mountain.
A crimson cloud, slowly widening its range and intensifying its brightness, crossed the beautiful landscape.
At this moment, Feng Xinglang, who was enduring the pain, could not help but feel a little lonely.
If he had fallen into the canyon with that off-road vehicle, then his life would have stopped in an instant.
Would there be any regrets?
Yes, and no!
There was a wife who loved him deeply, but had no confidence in him as a husband; a son who yelled at him and called him a "bastard"; a good brother who regarded him as his own life; and a mother who endured humiliation and became another man's mistress for the sake of her own life …
He was only in his thirties, and it was the age for a man to be high-spirited. If he died at such a young age, it would be really miserable!
Feng Xinglang tried to shout a few times toward the mountain road, but most of his voice was swallowed up by the angry waves. There were very few sounds that could reach the mountain road.
The small stones that were thrown up only hit a distance of fifty meters or so.
It was not until around ten in the afternoon that Feng Xinglang faintly heard the sound of a farm vehicle driving over on the mountain road.
Feng Xinglang immediately mustered all his strength and shouted for help toward the mountain road.
However, even though Feng Xinglang's throat was about to emit smoke, the farm vehicle did not stop. In the end, it still drove away with a 'tutututu' sound.
The turbid waves of the river roared, and the precipitous cliff was seventy to eighty meters away. It would be difficult for the people above to hear and discover him if he shouted for help.
While fumbling, Feng Xinglang took out a lighter from his trouser pocket.
There's hope!
Feng Xinglang pulled out a pile of withered grass from around the pine tree. After lighting a lighter to determine the direction of the wind, he chose a place downwind that wouldn't affect the pine tree he was sitting on. He lit the pile of withered grass and piled the green pine branches on top of it, creating thick smoke.
As time passed, Feng Xinglang felt that his broken leg was gradually losing feeling.
Although the bleeding had been stopped and fixed, if he continued to drag on like this, his leg would probably be crippled by the time someone came to rescue him.
Hunger and fatigue assaulted him at the same time. Feng Xinglang felt his breathing become more labored.
Was he really going to die here unjustly?
After waiting for another two or three hours, Feng Xinglang couldn't hold on anymore and fell asleep in a daze.
"Clatter, clatter, clatter …"
Feng Xinglang was woken up by a stone falling from the mountain road.
Then, there was an ear-piercing braking sound. It should be an excellent off-road vehicle.
Feng Xinglang opened his mouth and wanted to shout, but his voice was so muffled that he almost couldn't hear himself.
Hunger and blood loss had almost drained all of Feng Xinglang's strength. His whole body was limp.
If he continued to waste time, he would really die in this canyon where he couldn't call for help.
Feng Xinglang lit up the lighter and let the flame burn his palm so that he could regain his senses in an instant.
The method was cruel, but effective!
"There are living people in the canyon … Is there anyone … Help me!"
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