It turns out that Dad hasn't forgotten me all these years.
I remember his love and care for me, and it's not just a memory.
I remember he would make paper kites and take me kite flying together. He would also bring me toys as little surprises every time he came home from get off work.
I remember the sense of security I felt when I was a child, leaning against his back, and the smell of cigarettes on his hands.
"He still married the woman who broke up his marriage with my mother..." Thinking of this, I felt a little disappointed. "He probably doesn't know that it was his current wife who deliberately abandoned me."
Fu Yanshen took a tissue and wiped the soup from the corner of my mouth. "I heard he's going through divorce proceedings, and Old Master Ye is intervening."
divorce?
He is now a vice-state-level official, and his current wife's family is the Li family, whose influence in the political arena is no less than that of the Ye family. Can he get a divorce?
"Minister Ye must have been very confident in making this decision. As far as I know, he never fights a battle he's not sure he can win."
Fu Yanshen seemed to know me inside and out; before I could even utter a sound, he had already answered my doubts.
I looked up and met his deep, handsome face. He fed me the spoon again, his eyes full of tenderness, and my heart softened as well.
She couldn't help but take the spoon and, under his slightly surprised gaze, feed him instead.
Fu Yanshen's eyes were thick and sticky, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he opened his mouth to eat.
"I'm full, you eat more, you've lost weight again."
He finished all the remaining wontons.
...
"Qiaoqiao, is it really you?" Ouyang's excited voice came through the receiver.
Hearing her voice, and remembering how we hit it off immediately but were complete strangers, my nose tingled and tears rolled down my cheeks silently.
“It’s me. Mom, it’s still Alice.” My voice choked up.
It turns out that when she fell off the cliff, my rush to her aid was an instinct born of the bond between mother and daughter.
The call fell silent for a moment, then, only a sob could be heard from her on the other end…
I comforted her for a long time before she calmed down a little. She told me that two years ago, before I had the car accident, she secretly did a DNA test behind my back, and the result was a mismatch.
After I told her about my childhood experiences, she concluded that my grandfather had also tampered with the DNA results from two years ago.
She was filled with grief and indignation on the other end of the line. I didn't even dare to tell her that ten days ago, my grandfather had sent people to hunt me down. I only remembered them because of this "misfortune".
...
Fu Yanshen decided to take me back to China. I didn't know my background before, which is why I was threatened and manipulated by Elder Ye. Now, my parents know that I am still alive, and they will protect me.
In the bathroom, Fu Yanshen was wrapped in a white sheet. He sat on a chair, and in the mirror opposite him, I saw the image of him dyeing his hair.
He was not yet thirty years old, but his hair was already completely white.
Each and every strand of white hair is because of me.
"Once things settle down, I'll definitely regrow Brother Fu's black hair!" I swallowed hard, forced a smile, and vowed.
Fu Yanshen glanced at me affectionately through the mirror, "Just don't make me worry so much."
I nodded emphatically.
...
In the dead of night, all was quiet.
The hospital corridor was eerily quiet. Doctors in white coats and masks pushed medicine carts, their black leather shoes making no sound as they stepped on the marble floor.
He pushed open the door to ward V9, peered through the crack at the woman lying on the bed and the man sleeping beside her, and after confirming that they were the people his employer wanted to kill, he quietly went inside.
He pulled a black pistol from his pocket, walked behind the man, and fired a dull shot into the back of his head.
He took out his phone and took pictures of the woman and the man.
"Mr. Ye, news has come from London that what you asked us to do has been resolved."
"This is a photo."
Ye Hanlin took two photos from his secretary. One was of his granddaughter in disguise, lying quietly. The other was of Fu Yanshen, with a bullet piercing his forehead from the back of his head, blood dripping from the hole.
His expression was slightly solemn. He sighed sadly and then threw the two photos into the brazier.
Sheng Qiaoqiao is unconscious, Fu Yanshen is dead, and now no one knows she is still alive.
Ye Hanlin walked to the base of the wall, looked up at the photos pasted in old glass frames.
Among them was a photo of his three-year-old eldest granddaughter.
She sat in his lap, looking very obedient and cute, shaking the rattle he had given her.
Unfortunately, when the Ye family fell on hard times, he had no choice but to use her to permanently separate her parents.
In the end, he couldn't bear to let the assassin kill her as well, after all, she was a descendant of the Ye family.
*
There's a saying in Beijing, "The east is rich and the west is noble." The Ye family's old residence is located in the Xishan villa area. It's a large, detached Chinese-style courtyard house with front and back gardens covering two acres.
Several black Hongqi luxury cars, which are expensive but unavailable, are parked in the parking lot outside the courtyard wall.
Inside the hall, the Ye family father and son maintained a facade of harmony.
"Qizheng, it has not been easy for you to get to where you are today. Do not let your personal feelings cause you to lose the empire you have worked so hard to build."
Ye Hanlin was truly disgusted by Ye Qizheng's desire for a divorce. He privately believed that after more than twenty years, Ye Qizheng still couldn't let go of his past relationship.
Such a man is truly petty and narrow-minded!
Ye Qizheng flicked his cigarette ash and looked at his elderly father, who was sitting in the armchair in the center of the hall. "Old man, do you think I divorced him because of personal feelings between our children?"
Ye Hanlin's sharp eyes lit up. "Oh?"
"Because of you." Ye Qizheng smiled and forcefully stubbed out his cigarette as he spoke.
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