Zombie Bodyguard-Chapter 898 - 895: So You’re Not Yun Tian After All?

The woman by the window and Mrs. Xiao are both young, beautiful women, equally charming but different. Mrs. Xiao is elegant, while the other woman is serene.

The serene woman just looked at Lin Tian, and her previously calm eyes began to show emotion, a mix of joy and sorrow, as if someone she’d searched for a long time had finally appeared before her.

"Can I call you Xiao Tian?" The woman spoke, her voice carrying a hint of expectation.

"Of course, if I’m not mistaken, you are the mistress of the Yun Family, Lady Yun?" Lin Tian nodded, guessing.

The complicated expression in the woman’s eyes vanished, returning to serenity. She smiled slightly and said, "You are quite clever. I am indeed Lady Yun, but I don’t like being called that. The Yun Family is the Yun Family, I am myself; my name is Wang Wanxi, you can call me Aunt Wang."

"A beauty with a clear, graceful name like ’Wanxi,’ it’s truly poetic." Lin Tian smiled slightly, and then his heart skipped again: Yun Xiaotian’s bodyguard is surnamed Wang, and so is Lady Yun—is there a familial connection?

Wang Wanxi paid no mind to Lin Tian’s praise, merely gazing at him with her beautiful eyes, somewhat curious, "Xiao Tian, you seem to have some questions. Would you like to share them?"

Talking with her made Lin Tian feel relaxed; Wang Wanxi had no aura of superiority, instead possessing an ethereal grace, like a woman from the Ancient Martial world.

Hence, Lin Tian didn’t hesitate a bit and directly said, "The elder bodyguard of Xiao Tian is surnamed Wang, so are you. Could you be related?"

"Xiao Tian, you are quite straightforward, but I can tell you that Mr. Wang is indeed from the Wang Family. Do you have any other questions?" Wang Wanxi smiled, as if answering Lin Tian’s question was something very joyful.

This statement was quite revealing—in modern society, ordinary people do not refer to themselves as "Wang Family," "Li Family," or the like, because only major families use such titles.

For instance, a family of three with the surname "Liu" wouldn’t say, "I am from the Liu Family," during a conversation. Clearly not; only members of prominent families would speak this way. For example, members of the South’s foremost Li Family would call themselves "Li Family," same with the Yun Family.

Moreover, Mr. Wang is a master of Ancient Martial arts; a family with such a master cannot be simple. Yet Lin Tian, having mingled among circles of family offspring, had never heard of a major "Wang Family."

"Xiao Tian, it seems you have quite a lot of questions?" Wang Wanxi teased.

Lin Tian shook his head with a wry smile, wondering what he was doing—was he checking household records? Asking such specifics, for what reason?

"I definitely have many questions, but some matters should naturally be known when the time comes. For those unknown at present, forcing won’t help," Lin Tian said with nonchalance.

"You are indeed carefree. Don’t you want to know why I asked you to meet?" Wang Wanxi looked at Lin Tian with interest, smiling.

"Forgive me for bringing up a painful topic, Aunt Wang. If I’m not mistaken, you sought me for a matter concerning the Yun Family’s eldest son, Yun Tian," Lin Tian directly replied.

Conversing with someone like Wang Wanxi required no beating around the bush. Such a woman was more straightforward than most men. Upon mentioning Yun Tian, a look of sorrow flashed in Wang Wanxi’s eyes, just like when she first saw Lin Tian.

Such sorrow on a serene woman’s face elicited a tender feeling; she ought to be an ethereal beauty, untouched by the world’s sadness.

"Xiao Tian, are you Xiao Tian?" Wang Wanxi intently stared at Lin Tian, uttering words awkward yet sobering.

"Aunt Wang, I am Lin Tian—’Lin’ as in two woods, ’Tian’ as in earth and sky," Lin Tian said, not as an introduction, for with the Yun Family’s prowess, his background had undoubtedly been checked. Simply reminding Wang Wanxi, I am not the Yun Family’s Yun Tian—I am Lin Tian!

"You truly are not Yun Tian." Wang Wanxi shook her head.

"Hmm?" Lin Tian was puzzled; they just met and barely exchanged words, yet there was already a conclusion?

Wang Wanxi continued to watch Lin Tian, saying, "Actually, from the moment you entered, my intuition told me you weren’t my Xiao Tian."

"You must find this strange, but I cannot provide any scientific explanation. The power of bloodline is mysterious; Yun Tian carries half of my bloodline, and in you I found no trace of that subtle familial sense." Wang Wanxi said with disappointment and reluctance.

Bloodline? Lin Tian was confused; Yun Xiaotian had used bloodline intuition to conclude he was his brother, yet Wang Wanxi reached a contrary verdict. Clearly, talk of bloodline was entirely unreliable.

Moreover, being a zombie, Lin Tian might likely have Nu Ba’s zombie blood coursing through him. Was Lin Tian still the original Lin Tian? He felt somewhat bewildered.

"Aunt Wang, if a person’s bloodline changes, wouldn’t your intuition become unreliable?" Lin Tian asked.

Not that he was determined to be the Yun Family’s eldest son, but deep inside, he truly wanted to find his birth parents. Missing out due to a baseless intuition would be an astronomical regret.

"Bloodline change? Only if modern technology reaches the level of genetic reconstruction could this be possible. However, there’s no absolute certainty—what technology cannot accomplish doesn’t mean other means can’t. But such possibilities are one in a billion—how would Yun Tian chance upon it?" Wang Wanxi vacillated between denial and affirmation, seeming confused.

One in a billion? Impossible? Yet I encountered it, standing before you as a living example, Lin Tian silently muttered.

Wang Wanxi meticulously examined Lin Tian, sparing no corner of his features, seemingly searching for a familiar presence from her memories.

Lin Tian stood still, letting her scrutinize, thinking she’d keep observing until time immemorial. Suddenly, she blurted out something that nearly made Lin Tian laugh.

"Xiao Tian, take off your clothes." Wang Wanxi said with utmost naturalness.

"Uh, well..." Lin Tian hesitated, not out of shyness or reluctance to disrobe before a woman, but fearing to implicate Wang Wanxi.

Two people alone in a study, a young man undressing before the mistress of the Yun Family—if this got out, what a scandal it would cause; the Yun Family would surely become the laughingstock overnight, its reputation plummeting, possibly taken advantage of by the Li Family.

"Xiao Tian, you seem a carefree person, how could you be so apprehensive?" Wang Wanxi spoke naturally again.

Whoa, this was the first woman more carefree than him; Wang Wanxi truly exuded a heroic aura, Lin Tian couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

Lin Tian ceased to be coy; further hesitation would make him appear disgraceful. So he deftly unbuttoned his shirt, shrugging it off.