Qiao Wanwan composed herself and said, "Lixuan, you are a director, experienced and good at judging people, so you naturally know what I'm worried about."

“Zaozao probably just said it casually,” Wen Lixuan said. “She wouldn’t normally speak so sarcastically about others.”

"In her view, Xu Lai was only after money and could turn a blind eye to the wrongdoings He Songling had done."

"There's some truth to what she said, after all, Xu Lai did turn a blind eye to it, but whether it was for money or not, we don't know."

“I don’t think so,” Qiao Wanwan said. “Xu Lai was kidnapped by Jing Ting for a period of time, and she didn’t know who kidnapped her, so she was in a state of extreme panic and fear during that time, worried that she would be killed at any time. People’s mentality often changes under such circumstances.”

"That's true. If I had come back from the brink of death, I might not have been so insistent on some things. Besides, He Songling has been her only companion and spiritual support all these years."

“He Songling is certainly not a good person, but Xu Lai didn’t do anything to harm anyone. Besides, she risked her life to see Lin Feng that day. If I hadn’t been prepared, she would have died there. She did all this just to get He Songling a chance at freedom, and that really touched me.” Qiao Wanwan propped her head up with her hand. “I knew all this long ago, but she still thought the worst of Xu Lai, which I didn’t expect…”

"You raised Zaozao single-handedly, so of course you hope she has a pure heart and thinks only of the good things. But Qiaoqiao, she's in the chaotic entertainment industry, and being too pure isn't a good thing."

“Your mind is so pure, how is that a bad thing?” Qiao Wanwan disagreed. “I think that no matter how complicated the environment is, it’s not wrong to have a pure mind. Besides, she has you protecting her in the entertainment industry, and I’ve also secretly had Jing Ting do some work. She won’t be corrupted by this big dye vat.”

“I understand what you mean,” Wen Lixuan said. “But Qiaoqiao, Zaozao is not your biological child, and there are some things you can’t force.”

Qiao Wanwan turned to look at him, "What do you mean?"

"Let me put it this way, I don't know your brother Huo Shiqian very well, but from our conversations, I've found that your values ​​are very similar. Although he's in charge of the Huo Group, his kind heart is just like yours," Wen Lixuan said as he drove. "Many things aren't determined by blood ties, but some things are based on blood ties."

"You mean, even though I grew up with Zaozao and consider her my own sister, her values ​​might be different from mine, right?"

"Don't be angry if I'm telling you the truth." Wen Lixuan turned to look at her. "You know what kind of people Zaozao's biological parents are. As the saying goes, dragons beget dragons and phoenixes beget phoenixes, and a rat's son will know how to dig a hole. What I mean is, if Zaozao inherited some of her parents' genes, it's not something you can control."

"Can't a long-term environment really change a person completely?" Qiao Wanwan became even more worried. "We grew up with my master since we were little, and we watched him save people with compassion. Can't that change us?"

“Genes are something ingrained in our bones; they can’t be changed so easily,” Wen Lixuan said. “But we can’t speculate about Zaozao like that either. After all, she just said a few words casually. If we were to say that, wouldn’t we be just as overly sensitive as Zaozao?”

“That’s true.” Qiao Wanwan smiled. “I always say that she’s sensitive, but now I’m even more sensitive than her. No matter what, I believe in my sister.”

"Yes, I believe that too, but I believe you."

Before the car even entered Wutong Bay, Zheng Ma called, "Madam, we have guests at home."

"I'm almost there."

Upon hearing that there were guests, Wen Lixuan did not go in to sit down and went straight home.

Qiao Wanwan entered the house and saw Zhan Xiuwen and Zhan Yin sitting on the sofa in the living room.

"Why are you here?" Qiao Wanwan asked as she stepped forward.

"Wanwan, I've come to thank you." Zhan Xiuwen stood up and said, "I've sent back the bodyguards you sent to protect me. Thank you for your hard work in protecting me these past few days."

"Sit down," Qiao Wanwan gestured for him to sit. "I heard you caused trouble at the Lin family's funeral?"

“He killed Xin Yi, and I wish I could kill him with my own hands, but unfortunately, you beat me to it.”

Qiao Wanwan took a sip of the hot tea that Zheng Ma brought over. "I promised you before that if we caught the mastermind, I would let you kill him yourself. But things happened so suddenly that day that I didn't tell you. But he's dead now, and Meng Xinyi's spirit can rest in peace."

"Even though he's dead, I wanted to make sure he couldn't even rest in peace in his death, so of course I had to cause trouble!" Zhan Xiuwen's eyes flashed with hatred. "Not only did I cause trouble that day, but I also secretly sent people to dig up his ashes. Crushing his bones and scattering them was the least of my worries; I mixed his ashes with dog urine and feces and then dumped them into the septic tank..."

"Hmm..."

Qiao Wanwan felt nauseous and hurriedly got up and rushed to the bathroom.

Zhan Yin frowned and looked at Zhan Xiuwen with displeasure. "Honestly, why are you saying such disgusting things? Let alone Wanwan, I feel like throwing up just listening to it!"

"I just wanted to share it."

"Who wants to hear your sharing of this?" Zhan Yin rolled his eyes. "You're supposed to be surnamed Zhan, can't you do things a little less disgusting? Lin Feng deserves to die, even being torn to pieces wouldn't be enough to satisfy our hatred, but disposing of his ashes like this is also very low."

Zhan Xiuwen: "..."

"Fine, fine, I'm low, I'm not worthy to sit with Young Master Yin, okay?" Zhan Xiuwen got up and left. "Please tell Wanwan that I'm leaving first."

"No need to see me out."

Qiao Wanwan leaned over the washbasin and dry heaved for a while, but nothing came out.

She sensed something was wrong, thought carefully for a moment, and suddenly remembered something. She hurriedly went upstairs...

......

In the evening, Zhan Jingting left work on time and returned home.

Zheng's mother stepped forward and took the coat he had taken off.

Zhan Jingting glanced at the living room and asked, "Has Madam not returned yet?"

"I got back a while ago and I'm resting upstairs."

"Um."

Zhan Jingting went upstairs and saw Qiao Wanwan lying on the bed. He immediately went over and asked, "What's wrong, Wanwan? Are you feeling unwell?"

She usually spends this time with her children who have just come home from school, and rarely lies in bed.

Qiao Wanwan looked at him pitifully, "Um..."

Zhan Jingting quickly sat down and reached out to touch her forehead. Fortunately, she didn't have a fever.

"Where do you feel unwell? I'll go and call the old man."

“I have already had my master check it.”

Did the old man say anything?

"Yes." Qiao Wanwan took his hand and placed it on her stomach. "Master said to congratulate you on becoming a father again."