Chapter 210: You’re Not Song Qingtian

Song Qingtian was willing to go all out for the shoes.

But she had no idea how to do the “rabbit dance,” let alone that the original female supporting character even knew such a move.

So she just said, “Fine, I’ll dance for you—but what’s so interesting about a rabbit? I can dance the ‘brother of the white rabbit’ for you instead.”

Ling Hanyu was taken aback by this: “The ‘brother of the white rabbit’?”

“Yeah, the ‘rabbit dance’ you’re talking about is the ‘little white rabbit sister,’ but this one’s the ‘brother of the white rabbit.’”

Ling Hanyu stood there in silence, waiting.

Song Qingtian felt frustrated—clearly, if she didn’t dance, there was no way she’d get her shoes back.

So she struck a pose and started dancing for Ling Hanyu.

As soon as Song Qingtian finished, Ling Hanyu’s expression kept changing.

The Mongolian White Horse Dance is a vigorous, spirited dance that’s more suited to men. It has an imposing, majestic quality, like galloping across the grasslands.

Very few women can really let loose when they dance it, and even fewer manage to capture the wild, bold energy of the white horse.

Yet Song Qingtian could.

Ling Hanyu kept his hands behind his back, watching Song Qingtian. When she finished, he said, “Now can you give them back to me?”

“This is the first time I’ve ever heard that the ‘brother of the white rabbit’ is actually a white horse.”

“…Well, isn’t that still white?”

Song Qingtian stepped closer, trying to grab her shoes. She wrapped both arms around him, yanking for them—but suddenly two things flew past her eyes. Ling Hanyu tossed something, and the shoes were gone.

When Song Qingtian looked again, the shoes had already fallen into the sea.

“Ling Hanyu…”

Song Qingtian was furious. She let out a roar and ran toward the water.

There, she frantically searched for the shoes—only to find they were completely soaked.

Song Qingtian was heartbroken and fuming.

Turning around, she saw Ling Hanyu standing motionless where he was, and her heart sank.

No!

Ling Hanyu turned and walked toward the car. Song Qingtian didn’t dare bring up the shoes again. She went back to the car, still hoping the shoes might be okay—but when she looked at them, she was filled with frustration.

Such a nice pair of shoes, ruined like this.

Song Qingtian returned to the car and looked at Ling Hanyu.

Ling Hanyu leaned against the car and glanced at Song Qingtian: “Get in.”

Seeing how grim Ling Hanyu looked, Song Qingtian went around to the side and got in.

Ling Hanyu started the car and headed straight for the hospital.

After getting out of the car, Song Qingtian put on her shoes and asked curiously, “Are you feeling unwell?”

Ling Hanyu didn’t answer: “Follow me.”

With that, Ling Hanyu went inside the hospital. Song Qingtian was fed up—her biggest thought as she followed him was to kick him right in the face.

The two arrived at the hospital. Ling Hanyu called someone over, and they first went to draw blood before waiting outside.

Song Qingtian didn’t understand why they needed to draw blood, but she did it anyway and waited outside the laboratory.

It was clear that Ling Hanyu knew the people doing the tests, so they didn’t have to wait long. The doctor quickly handed Ling Hanyu a document.

Song Qingtian went over to take a look—it was a set of DNA data.

Even though Song Qingtian wasn’t a medical professional, she could tell what it meant.

Ling Hanyu was suspicious of her identity, which was why he’d done this.

Song Qingtian sat down and waited for Ling Hanyu to finish reviewing the results.

Her body matched that of the original female supporting character—just on that basis alone, there was no doubt she was the original female supporting character.

Ling Hanyu couldn’t deny her status as the original female supporting character.

After Ling Hanyu put away the document, he called out to Song Qingtian: “Let’s go.”

Song Qingtian stood up and followed Ling Hanyu out.

Once they were in the car, Ling Hanyu tossed the document onto Song Qingtian’s lap. Song Qingtian leaned against the seat but didn’t say a word.

“Now tell me—you’ve got one chance.”

The car drove to a quiet, deserted spot, and Song Qingtian began to worry.

What if they tried to silence her?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Even if you want to deny me, you don’t have to question my identity. Even if my parents are gone, what makes you think I’m not their daughter? Don’t forget—I still have Nuonuo.”

The implication was that her daughter could prove her identity.

Ling Hanyu looked at Song Qingtian: “Song Qingtian comes from a prestigious, aristocratic family. Although she can be arrogant and bossy, she’s been carefully nurtured since childhood. Even if she’s headstrong and unreasonable, she still knows shame and doesn’t get hung up on trivial matters. All her dances are social or modern dances, while yours are ethnic/folk dances—way too unrefined. Don’t tell me you’ve changed your style and forgotten about the other kinds of dance.”

“That’s it?”

Song Qingtian realized that dancing had gotten her into trouble.

“Not enough?”

Ling Hanyu chuckled, and Song Qingtian sneered.

“I am who I am—Song Qingtian. If you don’t have any scientific evidence, then stop denying me here. It’s completely meaningless.”

Ling Hanyu leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

“You’re not Song Qingtian!”

Ling Hanyu said this with a light laugh.

Song Qingtian felt goosebumps from the laughter, but Ling Hanyu just leaned back and fell asleep.

Song Qingtian didn’t want to make a fool of herself either. She looked around in the car, unsure where they were, and the car just sat there.

What if Ling Hanyu hurt her?

Better to keep quiet!

End of Chapter 210: You’re Not Song Qingtian