"Abnormal?" Lin Zhaojiang's eyes narrowed slightly. "What aspect are you referring to?"

"It's just... just a feeling of mine," Huo Jingnan said in a low voice. "Have you been working with the He family recently? If so, I suggest you slow it down."

Lin Zhaojiang looked at him. Special forces soldiers usually have a very accurate intuition. If Huo Jingnan could say that there was a problem, then this person must have a serious problem.

“Yes.” He said in a deep voice, “I have two collaborations with the He family, but I haven’t signed any agreements, and I’m secretly investigating the He family.”

Huo Jingnan was taken aback. "Uncle Lin, you also suspect..."

"I suspect there's something wrong with He's company's cash flow, but I haven't suspected He Yining. Why do you think something's off about her?"

Huo Jingnan sorted out his thoughts and briefly recounted his previous encounter with He Yining, including seeing her with Song Wan's mother.

"How could a rich young lady like her be with Song Wan's mother, and even appear at the entrance of the drug rehabilitation center at the same time? Isn't that too strange!" Huo Jingnan said bluntly. "That day, I happened to be visiting my comrade-in-arms, and later I asked him who those two women were visiting. My comrade-in-arms said... the name they registered for the visit was Song Huai!"

"He Yining went to visit Song Huai?" Lin Zhaojiang also found it unbelievable.

"Yes, that's what I can't understand either. What's the connection between them?"

Lin Zhaojiang remained silent, his expression even more somber than before.

He patted Huo Jingnan on the shoulder, thanked him for bringing the news, and told him to go upstairs first.

Then he stood downstairs smoking.

My mind is filled with fragmented images of what happened after I met Song Wan.

She was penniless, yet she was willing to sell herself to him for the sake of her family. She was willing to give everything for her family, but how did her family treat her?

Chen Li treated her like a cash cow, never showing her any care or concern from childhood to adulthood. Song Huai was even worse, indulging in all sorts of vices—drinking, gambling, whoring, and prostitution—and caused her miscarriage for money, pushing her into the abyss.

Only Song Xi was somewhat kind to her, but that kindness was tinged with cowardice. Song Xi couldn't even protect himself, how could he protect her?

Song Wan grew up in this environment, yet she remained resilient and optimistic, and even when pushed into the mire, she could climb out time and time again with unyielding spirit.

So, is she really part of their family?

Even she herself has said, "Sometimes I really wonder if I'm really my mother's biological daughter!"

Lin Zhaojiang's heart tightened; he burned his finger with the cigarette. He snapped back to reality and quickly stubbed out the cigarette.

After everyone left, Lin Zhaojiang went upstairs alone. Song Wan was tidying up in the kitchen. When she saw him, she was initially worried, but then she was amused and exasperated.

"Where have you been!" she yelled at him. "Look for yourself, how many times have I called you!"

Lin Zhaojiang then took out his phone. He had silenced it, and during the time he was standing downstairs smoking, Song Wan had called him more than a dozen times without him answering.

"Lin Zhaojiang!" Song Wan pinched his cheek. "Did you go all the way to the Southern Hemisphere to buy snacks?"

And what about the snacks? This man came back empty-handed!

Lin Zhaojiang looked apologetic and chuckled as he embraced her.

Song Wan had already made up a bed for him in the small study. Fatty Tiger seemed a little confused when he saw him spending the night there, and kept whimpering. However, after a while, it got used to it and refused to sleep in its own little bed, insisting on sleeping on its father's lap instead.

Song Wan, holding several books, turned around to close the door for him.

Lin Zhaojiang asked, "It's so late, are you still going to watch?"

"I want to write my new book as soon as possible, so I'm looking at more things to find inspiration," she said with a smile. "Also, I need to take a look at the sketches that Junyang just sent over."

Since Lin Zhaojiang couldn't sleep anyway, he simply left Pang Hu and her to watch everything in the living room.

What do you think of the artwork?

"Hmm..." Song Wan finished looking at them all, pointed to one of them and said, "Only this one is the most fitting!"

This is a famous scene from the book, where the female protagonist is mentally unstable but still loves the man.

"Although the female protagonist is not in her right mind, she has love in her heart. This painting depicts her gaze with such tenderness, I love it! This is exactly how it should be."

Lin Zhaojiang was taken aback. Although he didn't know anything about painting, he could tell that this painting was clearly the work of two different people, unlike the others.

If I'm not mistaken, all the others were painted by Huo Junyang, but this one is a painting by He Nianhui.

He didn't know how to express the complex feelings he was experiencing.

However, seeing Song Wan so calmly facing this painful past, and hearing her say that she still has love in her heart, his eyes still welled up with tears.

"Zhaojiang, what's wrong?" Song Wan turned to look at him.

Afraid of showing her his vulnerable side, he forced a smile. "It's okay, they're all drawn very well."

"Yes, Young Master Huo is a big name in this industry, so I trust him to paint!"

"By the way, Wanwan," he hesitated for a moment before asking, "have you... been home recently?"

Song Wan was slightly taken aback. The word "home" always gave her a pang of pain.

“I don’t have a home anymore.” She gave a bitter smile. “Ever since my brother went to rehab, my mother has treated me like an enemy. She never considers how much I’ve suffered, she only cares about her son… I don’t want to go back to that home anymore. Besides, I’m capable of giving myself a home now, and I can live a good life!”

"Have you gone to see Song Huai?"

Song Wan paused for a moment, then gently shook her head.

After a long silence, she said softly, "Your daughter died because of him, would you be so kind as to visit him in the rehab center?"

Lin Zhaojiang held her hand, his thumb stroking the back of her hand.

Why are you suddenly asking me these questions?

"Oh..." He hesitated for a moment, then made up an excuse, "Well, I received a call from the drug rehabilitation center a couple of days ago, saying that Song Huai needed some medication."

Song Wan followed his lead and asked, "Has his old illness relapsed?"

“It should be.” Lin Zhaojiang looked at her. “What illness did he have before…?”

Song Wan initially got together with him mainly to pay for her brother's medical treatment. At that time, Lin Zhaojiang would give Chen Li a sum of money for treatment every month and also had his subordinates arrange the best hospitals and doctors.

But as for what exactly Song Huai's illness was, he never asked and was not interested.

Now, he thinks this might be a breakthrough.

“It’s diabetes,” Song Wan said softly. “My mom and my sister have it too; they both need to take insulin. It’s just that my brother’s diabetes is more severe; it’s type 1 diabetes…”

"He's already in this state, and he still dares to do drugs?" Lin Zhaojiang's eyes widened. "Isn't that just asking for death?!"

Song Wan gave a bitter smile. The mentality of gamblers and drug addicts is perhaps simply "live for today," without considering life or death.

"Since your family members all have this disease, do you have it too?"

“I’m lucky.” She looked up at him. “I’m the only healthy person in my family.”