Chapter 486 She Wants to Prove She’s Not Crazy
She looked at the name and photo on the document, and the glaring red seal, and suddenly felt an inexplicable sadness in her heart, and her eyes felt a little hot.
But the next second, she shook her head and threw the document back to Xuanyuan Pavilion.
"This must be fake. You two must have colluded and fabricated it to deceive me."
"President Xuanyuan, I'm really tired. I need to take care of my own business. Please stop bothering me."
There was a hint of fatigue and a barely perceptible panic in her tone.
In fact, when she saw the paternity test, her heart was shaken for a moment, as if a voice was telling her that this was true.
But the false memories implanted in my mind immediately came to the fore, completely suppressing that slight hesitation.
Now she only wants to find "evidence" to prove that Shen Hanxing is a thief. She doesn't want to care about other things, nor does she dare to care.
Xuanyuan Ge looked at the paternity test thrown on the ground, and his heart went cold.
He knew that it was useless to say anything now. Her memory had been tampered with so thoroughly that it was impossible to wake her up with just a few photos and an identification report.
He bent down to pick up the appraisal report and put it away carefully, his eyes full of helplessness and heartache.
"Ling Cui, I didn't lie to you. Everything I said is true. If you don't want to see me, I can leave you alone, but you must be careful of my mother. She is... Jiang Shutong. She has been using you."
Han Lingcui ignored him, turned around and sat back at the desk, turned on the computer, and continued to search for "evidence" that did not exist at all.
Her back looked particularly thin, yet she carried an unquestionable determination.
Xuanyuan Ge stood there, looking at her for a long time, and finally sighed softly, turned around and walked out of the apartment.
He didn't walk far, but sat in the car downstairs, looking at the window on the 12th floor of the apartment building, his eyes full of worry.
He knew that he couldn't push her too hard now, and could only guide her slowly and wait for the day when she would recover her memory.
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Han Lingcui in the apartment no longer had the heart to look for documents after Xuanyuan Ge left.
She leaned back in her chair, covered her face with her hands, and tears flowed silently.
She didn't know why she was crying, why her heart ached when she saw the paternity test, and why she felt so familiar when she heard the name "Xunxun".
There seemed to be two voices fighting in her mind. One voice told her that Shen Hanxing was her enemy and she had to find evidence to bring Shen Hanxing to ruin.
Another voice said, what Xuanyuan Ge said is true, you have a son, and you have forgotten a very important person.
The two voices collided violently in her mind, giving her a splitting headache.
She shook her head vigorously, trying to dispel the chaotic thoughts.
She told herself that it must be Xuanyuan Pavilion's words that influenced her, it must be like this.
She couldn't be distracted, she had to focus on finding evidence.
She turned on her computer again and started looking for older files, even logging into her cloud drive.
But no matter how hard she looked, she couldn’t find any evidence to prove that Shen Hanxing had stolen the design draft.
She became more and more anxious and uneasy, and an inexplicable fear spread in her heart.
If no evidence is found, does it mean that the "memories" in her mind are really false?
Just then, her cell phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number.
She hesitated for a moment, but still pressed the answer button, and a childish voice came from the receiver.
"Auntie? When will you come home? I miss you so much."
It’s Xunxun.
The moment Han Lingcui heard this voice, her heart seemed to be hit hard, and tears instantly blurred her vision.
She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but her throat seemed to be blocked and no sound came out.
She didn't know who this child was, but when she heard his voice, her heart was filled with inexplicable heartache and guilt.
"Why aren't you talking? Are you feeling unwell?"
Xunxun's voice was a little nervous.
"Dad said you were sick, that's why he didn't come to see me. You have to get better soon. I drew a picture for you and will show it to you when you get home."
Han Lingcui held the phone tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning white from the force.
She closed her eyes, tears slid down her cheeks, dripping onto the keyboard, leaving a small stain.
She wanted to hang up the phone and tell the child that she was not his mother, but the words were on the tip of her tongue and she couldn't say them.
There was a busy tone on the other end of the phone and Xunxun hung up.
Han Lingcui held the phone in her hand, stunned for a long time, tears still streaming.
She didn't know why she reacted so strongly to the voice of a strange child.
I don't know why my heart hurts so much.
She stood up, walked to the window, looked at the hustle and bustle of traffic downstairs, and her heart was even more confused.
She remembered Xuanyuan Ge's words, the paternity test, and Xunxun's voice. These things were like thin threads, entangled in her heart, making her unable to breathe.
Perhaps, what Xuanyuan Pavilion said is true?
Maybe she really has a son?
Perhaps, the memories in her mind are really false?
Once this idea came into her mind, it grew wildly in her heart like weeds.
She shook her head, trying to dispel the thought, but the more she tried to dispel it, the clearer it became.
She felt like she was about to break down. She didn't know who to trust or what to do.
Just then, her cell phone rang again. This time it was Jiang Shutong calling.
She hesitated for a moment, pressed the answer button, and Jiang Shutong's gentle voice came from the receiver.
"Lingcui, have you found the evidence? Do you want me to send someone to help you?"
Hearing Jiang Shutong's voice, Han Lingcui seemed to have found his backbone, and the confusion in his heart instantly dissipated a little.
She took a deep breath and said firmly, "Not yet, but I will keep looking. Mr. Jiang, don't worry, I will definitely find evidence that Shen Hanxing stole my design draft and will not let her get away with it."
"Okay, I believe you."
Jiang Shutong's voice was filled with satisfaction. "But you have to be careful too. Qi Moxun and Shen Hanxing won't just sit there and wait for death. They might send someone to stop you. If you run into any trouble, call me immediately and I'll help you."
"Well, thank you, Mr. Jiang."
Han Lingcui hung up the phone, and his fighting spirit was rekindled.
She told herself that Jiang Shutong was the only one who believed in her and helped her, and she couldn't let Jiang Shutong down.
She must find evidence to prove that she is right.
She sat back down at her desk and continued rummaging through the documents.
But this time, there was a hint of hesitation and uncertainty in her eyes.
She didn't know why she was so persistent in looking for "evidence".
Is it to bring disgrace to Shen Hanxing, or to prove that the memories in his mind are real and that he is not crazy?
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