"Xia Misheng, 38 years old, currently works as a bartender at a bar. She was divorced once in her early years..."
The interrogation room was quiet, with only the sound of the police officers reading the documents aloud.
Xia Misheng was pressed into a chair, obediently lowering her head, but her gaze kept drifting outside, causing the police officer to frown slightly.
"Focus! Stop looking out!"
"Oh, I understand, officer."
Outside in the corridor, Wen Mo held Xia Lian's hand and leaned against the wall, holding a still-connected phone to his ear.
"Okay, after you take Xiao Nan home, you should go home too, it's getting too late."
"Okay, I'm on my way back now."
"Sorry, I asked you two to skip evening self-study to help me catch a stalker, and this is what we caught..."
Upon hearing this, Qin Zhou on the other end of the phone immediately became displeased. "Apologize to me my ass! We're brothers! Skipping evening self-study is no big deal. I'm hanging up now, the car is on its way."
"OK."
Putting down his phone, Wen Mo leaned against the wall and sighed deeply. He turned to look at the interrogation room, from which he could see Xia Misheng sitting in a chair.
They do look quite alike.
Especially the eyes, they are almost identical.
But when Lianbao smiles, she looks more like Aunt Zhou.
"Xiao Lian, how old is Aunt Zhou this year?" Wen Mo asked casually.
Xia Lian answered almost instantly, "I'm 36 years old."
Wen Mo nodded, lost in thought.
At 36 years old, Lianbao had just turned 16 this year, which means that Aunt Zhou was only 20 years old when she gave birth to Lianbao.
Although it wasn't unusual for a 20-year-old to have a child in the past in rural areas, it still seemed somewhat tragic from Wenmo's perspective.
Xia Misheng, who is two years older than Aunt Zhou, has not yet realized where her responsibility lies.
Xia Lian had no feelings for the man inside. In fact, before she went to the police station, she didn't even think she had a father, not even a biological one.
She had only heard the word "father" from other people, and in Xia Lian's perspective, the person who came closest to the definition of "father" was not Xia Misheng in the story, but her uncle Wen Yiquan.
He gave me the same love as my father, and with his large, gentle hands, he brought me home.
Compared to his uncle, what is Xia Misheng in comparison?
As Xia Lian was deep in thought, footsteps came from the other side of the corridor. Looking up, she saw Wen Yiquan, dressed in a suit and tie, walking towards her with a sullen face. The "click-clack" of his leather shoes echoed in the quiet corridor.
"Father," Wen Mo called out, pulling Xia Lian closer to Wen Yiquan.
Wen Yiquan didn't know how to react. He had just been dealing with other things at the company, and now he received another call, this time from the police station.
Without even asking, he knew who the protagonist was. He hung up the phone and immediately drove over.
Are either of you injured?
Wen Yiquan looked the two little brats up and down for a while, and was relieved to see that they had no obvious wounds.
"We didn't fight with anyone, so how could we get hurt?"
"Wasn't the job to catch stalkers?"
"...The situation is a bit special. Let's sit over there and talk about it slowly." Wen Mo gestured for a while, not quite understanding how to explain the current situation, so he pulled Wen Yiquan to another chair and explained slowly.
Wen Yiquan was already extremely anxious when he arrived on the way.
There was nothing else to it, but when I heard that my beloved was being followed, I was both anxious and angry, and my anger suddenly rose to my chest.
He knew Xia Lian was very beautiful, and it was normal for people to covet her beauty, but he never expected that there would actually be such a creature as a stalker.
Fortunately, Wen Mo did a good job and prevented Xia Lian from getting into any trouble.
But then the story took a turn, and the whole situation changed.
"You said Xiaolian's biological father is here? Where is he? I don't see him." Wen Yiquan looked around for a while but didn't see any men his age.
Wen Mo remained silent for a moment, then gave an awkward laugh twice before pointing to the interrogation room inside.
"...What do you mean?"
"He's getting scolded inside. Anyway, things are pretty strange. Let me explain."
At this moment, Wen Yiquan finally understood. It turned out that the guy was too embarrassed to even meet his own daughter openly, so he followed behind her hoping to meet her secretly.
It is indeed something to feel embarrassed about, after all, the daughter lost her father at birth, and even Wen Yiquan thinks that the person inside is a scoundrel.
“I’d heard people over there mention Xiao Lian’s father before, but I never thought I’d actually see him.” Wen Yiquan clenched his fists, but then slowly relaxed them.
Not to mention the neighbors, even Xia Lian herself had never had the slightest impression of her biological father.
In her memory, her mother never mentioned this name on her own initiative, nor did she ever mention the word "father."
Looking back at Xia Lian, the girl hadn't said much from beginning to end, probably a bit bewildered by the current situation.
"Then what is his purpose? Is it just to see if his child has grown up yet?" Wen Mo asked doubtfully. If that's the case, then it's more normal.
"I hope he just wanted to see his daughter."
Wen Yiquan took out his phone, hesitating whether to call his wife and tell her about the current situation.
"Tell your mom, otherwise she'll worry if you go home so late tonight."
"……Too."
Su Juan answered the phone almost instantly, her words full of concern. However, upon hearing Xia Lian's voice and hearing Wen Yiquan's description, Su Juan remained silent for a moment before leaving only a few words.
"I'll be right there. You can stay over there with the child for a while."
"Hey, what are you doing here..."
Beep beep beep...
Before Wen Yiquan could finish speaking, Su Juan hung up the phone, probably already on her way.
"I really don't know what to say about your mother's personality," Wen Yiquan said with a shake of his head and a smile, putting his phone away in his pocket.
Turning to look at the interrogation room, Wen Yiquan's expression suddenly became much more serious. "The biggest problem now is that we still don't know what the person inside wants to do."
He had considered many possibilities.
For example, he might be short of money and want to rely on his daughter to make some money, or he might genuinely want to bring Xia Lian back.
Neither possibility is particularly good.
Xia Lian lowered her head, her feelings indescribable. If she could, she would even wish she had never had this father.
"If he came here to take Xiaolian away...?" Wen Mo pinched his chin, his tightly furrowed brows slightly.
Upon hearing this, Wen Yiquan sneered, "You want to take my child away? You'll see if I agree!"
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