Faced with the middle-aged man's wrinkled skin, Wen Ying forced herself to dance closely with him, and soon the two of them left the bar drunk and went into a hotel.
Across the street from the hotel entrance, a young man wearing a black windbreaker, a baseball cap, and a black mask stood under a streetlamp, his deep black eyes fixed on Wen Ying's back, a cold sneer in them.
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Let's go back to 5 PM today.
After a long night of fussing, Shen Xiaomin woke up early this morning, packed her documents, and went to Jingzhou University to register. After handling everything, the counselor organized a class meeting, and by the time everything was over, it was already five o'clock.
He took out his phone and sent a message to Yuan Jiang: Baby, I'm getting ready to go home now.
The next second, a black Bugatti stopped in front of Shen Xiaomin, and two strong men in black suits got out and strode to block his way.
Shen Xiaomin put away her phone, lifted her eyelids, and swept her gaze across the crowd with a cold and indifferent look.
"Shen Xiaomin, please get in the car. Our master has something important to discuss with you." One of the men in a suit spoke respectfully, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Shen Xiaomin frowned deeply: "Who is your master?"
"Our husband's surname is Huo, you'll know when you meet him," the man in the suit said with a polite smile.
"I'm busy." Shen Xiaomin didn't want to get into a conflict with people at the entrance of Jingzhou University, so she deliberately bypassed them and headed towards the bus stop.
The man in the suit's smile froze, and he spoke again: "Shen Xiaomin, don't you want to know who your biological parents are?"
Shen Xiaomin stopped in his tracks, his dark eyes suddenly darkening.
"You'll need to come to our office in person to find out the specifics. I can't say too much. Don't worry, we live in a society governed by the rule of law. We are all honest citizens and will not harm you. Please come with us."
The two men in suits gestured for Shen Xiaomin to proceed.
Shen Xiaomin's lips were pressed into a straight line. When he heard the words "biological parents," his mind went blank for a moment, and his thoughts were in turmoil. He stiffly got into the car, staring blankly at the scenery rushing past the window.
If we say that Niu Tou Village's parents weren't his parents, then perhaps everything makes sense.
Because he wasn't their biological child, they didn't love him. That's why the mother longed so much for the second child. But what about the maternal grandmother? Did she know he wasn't the mother's child?
Who are his biological parents? Was he abducted or abandoned?
Perhaps the answer will be revealed when we meet.
Shen Xiaomin pressed the tip of his tongue against his back teeth and cursed under his breath.
After driving for an hour, the vehicle stopped at the entrance of a manor in a top-tier community.
The white exterior walls stand out brightly against the backdrop of lush green trees, and a nearly 20-meter-high black wrought iron gate leads to a path paved with stone bricks that connects to the luxurious three-story villa.
Two men in suits pushed open the door.
Shen Xiaomin keenly noticed that this place was even more luxurious than the Yuan family's buildings. It was built with money, and every inch of the land was filled with the aura of money.
Shen Xiaomin lifted her leg and walked inside.
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