The current situation is somewhat similar to a mediation program I watched before, although the two male guests are meeting for the first time today.
Wen Yiquan sat on the other side of the table, his gaze intentionally or unintentionally sizing up the man in front of him.
He has handsome features and is well-maintained even though he is nearly forty. He has a frivolous air about him, and it's no wonder that so many women would be willing to mess around with him.
After observing for a while, Wen Yiquan did not take the initiative to speak, but instead exuded the aura of someone sitting in an office, which even made the police officer standing next to him feel a little pressured.
Xia Misheng placed her hands on the table, fidgeting with two fingers, and tentatively asked, "Hello...? Are you that boy's father?"
"Um."
Wen Yiquan replied casually, his eyes fixed on him until he felt a little uneasy and couldn't help but look away.
What is your relationship with my ex-wife?
“My distant cousin, I went to see her when she passed away and was buried.”
Wen Yiquan answered almost instantly, especially emphasizing the words "deceased and buried".
It was as if he was deliberately provoking the guy in front of him.
"You probably already knew, didn't you? The news of Zhou Yu's passing." Wen Yiquan showed no sign of tension, acting as if he were home, asking the police officer to pour him a glass of water. After taking a sip, he continued, "So what exactly are you trying to do?"
After speaking, he looked at Xia Misheng with an almost scrutinizing gaze, his eyes slightly narrowed, and his words were crisp and decisive without hesitation.
Xia Misheng swallowed lightly, without replying.
He was much more nervous than Wen Yiquan in front of him.
After a long while, Xia Misheng lowered her head and murmured, "So her name is Xia Lian..."
These words immediately made Wen Yiquan laugh in anger.
So, after all these years, you don't care about this mother and daughter at all?
My daughter is already sixteen years old, and I only just found out her name?
Suppressing his anger, Wen Yiquan, though furious, tried his best to respond in a calm tone, after all, they were in the police station, and he had to give others some face.
"So what if you know her name?"
"...I just want to know if she's doing well."
"Whether she's doing well or not is none of your business... What's it to you?!"
Wen Yiquan's tone was very strong, and even the people sitting on the chairs outside the door could hear him clearly.
Su Juan glanced inside and sighed softly.
"He's really angry this time."
Having lived together for so many years, she had long since figured out her husband's temper, knowing exactly when he was joking and when he was truly angry.
This time, Wen Yiquan was on the verge of exploding, but due to the venue and the people around him, he couldn't be too reckless no matter how angry he was.
Wen Yiquan picked up the paper cup, downed the remaining water in one gulp, took a breath, and then stared intently at Xia Misheng. "Listen, she has absolutely nothing to do with you anymore, understand?"
"...I understand."
"Do you understand why you came back? To deliberately upset your own daughter?"
Wen Yiquan mocked mercilessly, saying there was no need to save face for this man who had absolutely no liking for him. If they weren't in the police station, he probably would have already cursed him out.
Xia Misheng kept her head down the whole time, her beautiful peach blossom eyes filled with turbidity.
He only learned of Zhou Yu's death much later.
He was terrified when he actually saw the black and white photo on the tombstone.
Yes, it's not regret, it's fear.
She was afraid that Zhou Yu would haunt her even as a ghost, and she was afraid that there really was such a thing as reincarnation.
Regret... perhaps there is a slight regret, but compared to the current cause and effect, the word regret is not even worth a damn.
If I had known I would regret it, what was I doing back then?
"I... I just wanted to see her..."
Xia Misheng explained in a low voice, lacking confidence. Even though he had worked in bars for many years, he couldn't help but be overwhelmed by the tone of the person across the table.
Wen Yiquan chuckled, tapped the table casually, and said, "You want to care about her?"
"...I guess so."
"You think you're qualified to care?"
The words were completely undisguised, containing only aggression.
Seeing that Xia Misheng remained silent, Wen Yiquan continued in a serious tone, "You didn't care that they suffered for so long, you didn't care that Zhou Yu was hospitalized, and you didn't care that Xia Lian was bullied at school all by herself."
"So now that her life is better, you're coming over to check on her?"
"What were you doing before?!"
Wen Yiquan became more and more excited as he spoke, and slammed his hand on the table, causing the table to shake violently, even startling the police officer standing to the side.
Once he had calmed down a bit, Wen Yiquan clicked his tongue, waved his hand outside, and said with a gentle smile, "Young comrade, please call my son and daughter in."
The police officer didn't understand why his expression changed so quickly, but he still responded and shouted outside.
Two slightly younger figures slowly walked in from outside the door.
Before Xia Misheng could react, Wen Mo took out his phone from his pocket, flipped through it a couple of times, and then laid it flat on the table.
Xia Misheng was already stunned by Wen Yiquan's tone just now, and looked timidly at the phone on the table, "This is...?"
"My son's cell phone."
Wen Yiquan tapped the screen, and the photo album inside immediately showed one photo after another.
In a collection named "Lianbao," there are countless photos.
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