Chapter 453 Robbery x Beautiful Lady (33)

That group of people are not easy to deal with.

Not to mention that they only drove one car, even if they had someone to protect them, they couldn't get away easily!

"You didn't even discuss this with me?"

Zhong Jiang pointed at Qiu Chengan, his anger evident.

Qiu Chengan didn't care, "Will you let me do it if I discuss it with you?"

Without waiting for Zhong Jiang to answer, he continued, "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. The way you looked at that woman at the funeral was far from innocent!"

He has been around women for so many years that he knows too well what that look means.

A man's love for a woman.

It's affection now, but it may upgrade to admiration later.

No matter what, that woman was brought home by his father! He can't let outsiders get away with it!

Zhong Jiang's face flushed red. Qiu Cheng'an's words were like a sharp sword, piercing his evil and dirty mind.

His motives towards this fake lady were impure, and this was also a betrayal and disrespect to Mr. Qiu.

So he didn't dare to say anything or express anything, but he didn't expect to be discovered by the eldest young master.

Qiu Chengan glanced at him and chuckled, "Put your thoughts aside. I can sleep with any woman I want. Don't ruin our plans."

Zhong Jiang was breathing heavily, knowing full well that he shouldn't have said so much to him.

He turned and left, the sound of the door slamming echoing throughout the office.

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As the very old door was pushed open, Chen Yuan smelled a damp smell.

The room was not as shabby as the living room on the first floor, and there were few signs of mold, but there was a layer of dust everywhere within sight.

It's obvious that no one has lived there for several years.

The original owner went to university in Jingjiang. After graduation, he did not return to his hometown, but directly moved into the house bought by Qiu Huaxun.

It has been seven years since anyone has lived here.

That’s how old houses are. It’s fine when people live in them. If there are problems like wall peeling, they can be repaired and they don’t look deserted and dilapidated.

If no one lives there, the plants will grow wildly and will soon be covered by green, and the place will be forgotten when people leave.

There were a few photos on the bedside table. Chen Yuan picked one up and took a look. It was a family photo of a loving couple holding a little girl.

This girl is the original owner. The woman’s eyebrows and eyes are very similar to hers. She is the original owner’s biological mother.

It looks like this is a very happy family.

The Barbie doll beside the bed has turned yellow, and the lipstick on the dressing table has long expired.

There were scribblings on the small table, and a grimace was drawn on the homework that was obviously not done seriously.

Chen Yuan couldn't help but curl her lips and smile. She walked over and flipped through a few pages. The homework book had become a little girl's diary.

At an age when I can’t even remember dates, I already remember what my deskmate likes to eat and what games he likes to play.

Chen Yuan laughed, closed the diary and put it in the small box.

There are also ties, bracelets, and some old photos left by the original owner's parents.

Some of the photos were severely damp and had become worn. Chen Yuan was thinking of taking them back to Jingjiang to find someone to repair them, and then find a construction team to refurbish them.

She did not forget the purpose of her visit. After sorting out the old items, she searched the bedroom to see if she could find anything useful.

The relationship between Qiu Huaxun and the original owner was not simple. Outsiders thought she was an adopted daughter or a mistress.

But have you ever seen a wealthy man give his lover or adopted daughter fixed assets worth hundreds of millions of dollars and even shares?

The most important thing is, have you ever seen a rich man supporting a mistress for several years without ever touching her?

Others may not know, but Chen Yuan knows how innocent the relationship between them is.

But why did Qiu Huaxun choose to adopt the original owner? There must be a reason.

The more Chen Yuan thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong. However, after searching the entire bedroom, she could not find any possibility of connection with Qiu Huaxun.

For some unknown reason, she opened the wardrobe, and the old-fashioned door creaked loudly at the slightest touch.

What caught my eye were women's dresses and men's coats, neatly placed together, exuding a cool atmosphere.

There was a storage box placed in the middle partition. Chen Yuan reached out and lifted it. It was very heavy.

It took a lot of effort to move the box down. There was a loud bang and dust flew everywhere.

Chen Yuan frowned, coughed twice due to being choked, and barely brushed off the thin layer of dust on the surface.

When I opened it, I saw the box was full of books. No wonder it was so heavy.

These books are old textbooks, naturally not the original owner's books, and another woman's name is written on the cover.

Chen Yuan raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.

I didn’t expect that the original owner’s mother was actually a highly educated person. You know how valuable college students were in that era.

After finally getting into university and making it through, why would you be willing to live in such a backward place like Yayang?

With all kinds of questions in mind, Shen Yuan opened the books.

The notes in the book are immature but beautiful, and the records are very detailed, enough to give us a glimpse of how hard work was done back then.

Click.

A shadow flashed by in her peripheral vision. It turned out that a photo that was sandwiched between the books had fallen off and landed right at her feet.

She reached out to pick it up and was about to put it back.

Suddenly, she seemed to see something, her whole body stiffened, and she suddenly turned the photo to the front.

At the magnificent and beautiful university gate, the boy put his arm around the girl's shoulders and smiled at the camera.

This man...is actually Qiu Huaxun when he was young!

Chen Yuan couldn't stop his hands from shaking, as if he was struck by lightning. The huge shock weighed down on him, and his ears were roaring.

Those chaotic and disordered speculations are now like a winding river, flowing, converging, and finally flowing into the vast ocean.

Unravel the mystery and gain complete clarity.

No wonder, no wonder Qiu Huaxun wanted to adopt the original owner the first time he saw her.

It's not because of her beauty, but because she is the son of an old friend.

No wonder Qiu Huaxun always looked at her with complicated and nostalgic eyes.

It turned out that seeing the object reminded him of someone. Her face was almost exactly the same as the original owner's mother.

Shen Yuan pressed the photo hard, with such force that he wanted to press a hole in it.

A terrible guess even emerged in her mind.

Could the original owner be... Qiu Huaxun's illegitimate daughter?

Then her relationship with Fu Huaisi...

Shen Yuan didn't dare to think about it anymore.

"Wangzai, Wangzai."

She sat down on the edge of the bed, propped up by her arms, her face a little pale.

Fortunately, Wangzai responded to her quickly.

【Host, I am here. 】

Chen Yuan closed his eyes, even his breathing was cold, and large, difficult mouthfuls of air came out of his throat.

"Look at this photo."

Wangzai turned his head to take a look, and then a sharp explosion sounded.

[Who is this guy?! Why does he look so much like that old Qiu Huaxun?!]

How come this woman looks so much like its lovely host?

Wangzai didn't say the latter part of this sentence because he soon discovered that the woman in the photo was not Chen Yuan.

She was young and reserved, while her host had already become a seasoned expert.

Chen Yuan was helpless, "This is him. Didn't you know that the original owner's mother and Qiu Huaxun were lovers in college?"

Wangzai didn't even mention such an important matter, causing her to go around in circles.