When Yan Mojiu knew that Meng Mingxuan had gone to the hospital, he immediately had the urge to catch Meng Mingxuan back.

Even though all the people were present, he still hadn't made any announcement yet, so he just sat by the door smoking one cigarette after another.

Between him and Meng Mingxuan, the choice was never in his hands.

No matter how cruel and ruthless he was to others, he would never use such cruelty on Meng Mingxuan.

He owed the Meng family too much, and in the Meng family, only Meng Mingxuan was left.

Therefore, the 'lock him up' and 'break his legs' that I had thought of countless times were ultimately just thoughts.

He couldn't bear to really do this to her.

It was not until dinner time that he finally took out his cell phone, stood among a pile of cigarette butts, and called Xu Li.

He calmly asked Xu Li whether he had picked up Meng Mingxuan and whether he would return to the villa for dinner.

As a result, Xu Li said that he was on his way back after receiving the call.

His heartstrings, which had been tense for hours, relaxed with pleasure.

His little rose is still willing to go home.

At this moment, Little Rose was in his arms, hugging him tightly, calling him "Ninth Brother" in a broken voice.

"Yeah." He slowly tightened his arms, hugging her tightly with a force that almost penetrated her bones and blood, "Where's my brother?"

Meng Mingxuan said nothing more.

What are you saying?

She was reborn.

Her ninth brother was not reborn.

Even if she asked Brother Nine, he wouldn't know the truth about his previous life.

No matter who invited Lu Hui, no matter how Yin Ting treated her after marriage, there must be some hidden story.

Brother Jiu couldn't answer her.

Then, Meng Mingxuan gradually calmed down and said softly: "Brother Jiu, when I saw Yin Ting, I couldn't help but expose his purpose of approaching me, but he said..."

Meng Mingxuan paused for a moment, then spoke again, her voice a little hoarse.

"He said he was Uncle Yan's son."

Yan Mojiu was really stunned this time.

"He said that Uncle Yan didn't want them because of Aunt Yan, me, and my ninth brother. While we were enjoying Uncle Yan's love, he and his mother were being pushed to the ground and humiliated in the mental hospital."

Meng Mingxuan couldn't imagine that kind of experience. Although her parents died when she was very young, she was protected by the Yan family and had never been bullied.

The worst hurt she had ever suffered in her previous life was from Yin Ting's cold violence.

And there was the fatal car accident that ended his previous life.

"It's fake." Yan Mojiu responded to her quickly.

"Ah?" Meng Mingxuan crawled out of his arms and looked up at him in surprise.

Yan Mojiu loosened one hand and used his fingers to push aside her bangs that were messed up by her rubbing against his arms.

Then, his voice was cold and deep: "If he is really my father's son, then he should be the same age as me."

"He was born in a mental hospital and has no birth certificate. Will his age be changed when he was picked up by his father-in-law?" Meng Mingxuan hypothesized.

"What's the need to change it?" Yan Mojiu asked back.

Also.

Meng Mingxuan couldn't figure out Yin Ting's father's reason for changing Yin Ting's age to three years younger.

"I'll check this matter out, you don't have to worry about it."

Yan Mojiu said this and squatted down.

He held her ankles, lifted them up, and put on her slippers.

This time, Meng Mingxuan did not retract her feet subconsciously.

…

When Nie Ziyang and Feng Yilin walked into the office, they saw Yan Mojiu's tall figure standing in front of the French window.

Not moving.

As if the hustle and bustle of traffic below is so attractive.

Last night at midnight, Mr. Tang had a heart attack and was admitted to the hospital.

Therefore, Tang Jun went back to Kyoto first.

"Ninth Brother."

"Ninth Brother."

Nie Ziyang closed the door, and Feng Yilin followed behind him.

Yan Mojiu didn't turn around. The two looked at each other and had to walk to the floor-to-ceiling window to accompany Yan Mojiu to watch the scenery below.

"I'll give you three days to find out Yin Ting's true background."

Yan Mojiu held the cigarette between his fingers but did not light it.

"Ninth brother, why don't you give me a hundred lashes of scarlet." Nie Ziyang said with a bitter face.

Three days?

They investigated for three days but could not find anything wrong with Yin Ting's background.

His father died of illness early, and his widowed mother also passed away when Yin Ting took the college entrance examination. Yin Ting was left as an orphan who relied on government relief for a long time.

Neighbors can all attest to this.

Feng Yilin was more perceptive than Nie Ziyang and guessed something: "Brother Jiu, do you have any new clues?"

Yan Mojiu turned around and leaned his back casually against the floor-to-ceiling window.

He twirled the cigarette in his slender fingers.

"Yin Ting told Mingxuan that he was my father's unwanted son."

“…”

Nie Ziyang and Feng Yilin both knew that Yan Mojiu would never recognize that scumbag father in Kyoto.

So the father Yan Mojiu was referring to was Yan Shicheng.

Yin Ting, the son of Yan Shicheng?

Was she abandoned by Yan Shicheng?

"This is why Yin Ting deliberately tried to get close to Miss Wang. Not only does he hate Brother Jiu, he also hates Miss Wang." Feng Yilin's tone was cold.

The one who abandoned Yin Ting was of course Yan Shicheng.

But brother nine, Miss 놌꺶, is a vested interest.

The fatherly love that Yin Ting didn't get, Ninth Brother and Miss got it.

"Is this true? So ridiculous?" Nie Ziyang was somewhat surprised. "If this is true, what are you going to do, Brother Nine?"

The ninth brother was raised by Yan Shicheng.

Although they had never met Yan Shicheng, they knew very well that the power and wealth that the Ninth Brother had now were all cultivated by Yan Shicheng.

Ninth brother doesn't know what to do with Yan Shicheng's son.

But what if Yin Ting insists on going against Brother Jiu and Miss 꺶?

"Really?" Yan Mojiu put the cigarettes back into the box.

Nie Ziyang saw that there was not a single cigarette missing from the box.

He suddenly had an idea--Will Brother Jiu quit smoking?

Not really.

Brother Jiu built a chimney.

Almost becoming the spokesperson for cigarettes.

"Mingxuan said that Yin Ting's mother was in a mental hospital, and Yin Ting was also born in a mental hospital." Yan Mojiu looked at Feng Yilin.

A dark light flashed across Feng Yilin's eyes.

With these two clues, three days is enough.

"Okay, Brother Jiu, I'll check it out right away."

After Nie Ziyang and Feng Yilin left, Yan Mojiu took out his phone and glanced at them.

Someone’s WeChat profile picture is quiet.

Didn’t you see the note he left?

Yan Mojiu recalled the girl's rosy face as she slept soundly in the morning, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

As if they had telepathic connection, 'Inputting' appeared on the dialog box.

Yan Mojiu just stared at the line of words, like a petrified man.

After a while, new information came into view.

[Brother Jiu, I have a nightmare. 】

Yan Mojiu suddenly wanted to go home.

I want to hug the girl who has a nightmare.