Chapter 23: Going Crazy Day 23 Nangong Lie is not the eldest young master, you...
Three days later, Nangong Xiong returned home.
After receiving the notice, Tan Mo set out from her rental house accompanied by Lu Xingjian.
The Nangong family's old house was even more luxurious than Nangong Lie's villa. Its sheer size alone made Tan Mo want to call the Housing and Urban-Rural Development Bureau and ask, "Is it true that the Nangong family hasn't engaged in corruption or bribery? Hurry and arrest them!"
Tan Mo got out of the luxury car and stopped by the fountain, marveling at it.
Isn't this the plot of the idol drama "Princess Little Sister"? She loved watching it at home when she was a child. She imagined herself as the heroine, and suddenly one day she became the daughter of a wealthy family.
I never expected that my childhood fantasies would become real.
"Tan Mo!" someone called her.
Tan Mo looked over in the direction of the sound and saw Jiang Qingya, dressed gorgeously, standing at the gate. She trotted over.
"Congratulations, Miss Nangong."
Tan Mo, who had never dealt with such a situation before, smiled and said, "Congratulations to you too."
Jiang Qingya suddenly leaned close to her ear and said, "I knew you did it on purpose last time. You haven't forgotten our agreement."
"I've helped you so much, it's time you repay me."
What?
Before Tan Mo could figure out what was going on, Lu Xingjian reminded her, "Nangong Lie is here too."
Tan Mo had no choice but to stop asking questions and glance over. Unlike her casual and comfortable attire, Nangong Lie was dressed more formally and business-like than usual. It seemed as if he had come to the old house not to dine with his family but to negotiate.
As the saying goes, clothes make the man, and saddles make the horse. Nangong Liejin looks so noble and proud in this attire, and you can't tell at all that he was a rag doll played with by Tan Mo three days ago.
I just wish Nangong Lie’s legs didn’t go so weak that he almost fell down when he got off the car.
The documents in his hands were scattered all over the floor.
"Young Master." Qin Ming, who got off the car earlier than Nangong Lie, immediately caught him and helped him pick up his things.
"I can walk on my own." Nangong Lie pushed his hand away, his face pale. He squatted down to pick up the documents, then forced himself to stand up and walk independently. But his legs were like soft noodles, trembling in the wind.
Tan Mo giggled, it seemed that her breakdance shoes were still powerful.
The place where she was standing was the only way to the gate, and Nangong Lie walked towards Tan Mo with difficulty.
Tan Mo was a little excited: Here it comes, as usual, he is going to say something harsh again.
But this time, Nangong Lie ignored Tan Mo, didn't even look at her, and walked straight past her.
Tan Mo raised her eyebrows and looked at Lu Xingjian. Both of them were a little surprised.
"Did this child suddenly change his personality or was he really hit hard by us?" Tan Mo muttered softly.
"Master, Miss, you are all here. Come in quickly, the master is waiting for you in the dining room." Uncle Song shouted at the door.
The room in the old house was brightly lit, like a dimly glowing candle in the dark night, but Tan Mo did not feel hope or joy at all. Instead, she felt a creepy panic. The Yingying door was like a tiger's mouth, waiting for a lamb to enter.
"Let's go." Tan Mo said, raising her leg.
Whether it is a human or a ghost, let's go in and take a look first.
Under the guidance of the staff, Tan Mo came to the dining room and finally met the rumored Nangong Xiong.
His bald, hairless head shone brighter than the lights in the house.
Nangong Xiong sat at the head of the large round table, his eyes gently sweeping towards them. Nangong Lie shouted, "Grandpa."
"Yeah." Nangong Lie responded, but his eyes still stayed on Tan Mo.
It was a pity that the person involved didn't notice. Tan Mo, who was very unpromising, was only looking at the luxurious and exquisite decorations in the room. Until Lu Xingjian pushed her and said, "Call for help."
Tan Mo was confused: "Who to call? How to call? You need to tell me."
"Don't blame her." Nangong Xiong coughed. "Life was so bad before that no one taught me. I can teach her slowly in the future. Child, come here and let grandpa take a good look at her."
Tan Mo walked closer as she was told.
Nangong Xiong looked at Tan Mo, his eyes carefully tracing her, tears welling up in his eyes. He didn't know who he was looking at through her, "Like, so much like your father."
Uncle Song thoughtfully took out a handkerchief and handed it to him. "I felt the same way when I first saw Miss Tan. I thought that if you saw the real person, you would definitely be moved to tears. Fortunately, you finally found Master Yi's orphan. I believe he would be relieved in his grave."
Tan Mo was unfamiliar with this name.
"She doesn't even know who Nangong Yi is, poor child." Nangong Xiong felt a little sad when he saw Tan Mo's reaction. "That's your father."
In fact, she knew this name. It appeared several times in the book "The Priceless Little Wife", but they were all in the form of flashbacks. Because Nangong Yi and his wife died when Nangong Lie was still an infant, they rarely appeared. In a long article with millions of words, it was equivalent to a passerby.
"Your father and your mother were both poor people. They were in a car accident when you were one month old and both died." When he said this, Nangong Xiong's eyes were blurred with tears.
Come to think of it, their first child was just one month old, so Nangong Yi and his wife must have been very young. Death so early must have been a big blow to Nangong Xiong, so much so that even now he still feels sad when he thinks of Nangong Yi.
Even though Nangong Yi's death was very much in line with the routine of old romance novels, Tan Mo could still empathize with Nangong Xiong because her parents also died in a car accident a few years ago.
Tan Mo patted the old man's head... the slightly cold bald head... uh... it seemed too rude... She paused, then patted Nangong Xiong's shoulder, "My condolences, don't be too sad."
"You're right. I'm glad you're back. Your father will be as happy as I am." Nangong Xiong held Tan Mo's hand.
Amidst the sadness, Lu Xingjian asked the most crucial question, "When did Tan Mo and Nangong Lie make this mistake? Was it intentional or accidental? And how did you know?"
Nangong Lie, who had been excluded from this heartwarming family-recognition drama for a long time and was suddenly called into it, felt a tightness in his heart.
"It was at the beginning of last year when someone came to tip off the master, saying he had helped swap the babies and had felt guilty for years. That's when the master learned about the mistake," Uncle Song said. "That person discovered last year that he had a terminal illness and was dying. He wanted to speak out before he died to atone for his sins."
"Everything was done by Young Master Nangong's biological mother. His mother happened to be a nurse at the hospital where Mrs. Yi gave birth. She gave birth three days earlier than Mrs. Yi. Her husband lost all the family money gambling, and the creditors came to the hospital to collect the debts, making her and her child uneasy. As a new mother, she wanted to pray for a bright future for her child. Shortly after Mrs. Yi gave birth, she colluded with the informant and secretly swapped the children. A few months later, she abandoned the real Miss Nangong and left her at the door of the orphanage."
"After the master found out about this, he was so angry that he stayed in the hospital for three days. I'm sure Young Master Lie also knows about this."
Uncle Song's simple words drew everyone's attention to Nangong Lie. Nangong Lie lowered his head with an unfathomable look in his eyes. He subconsciously clenched the documents in his hand.
He did know about it, but he didn't know why his grandfather was in the hospital.
It turned out that they knew at that time that he was not their biological son.
Before coming to the old house, he had always doubted whether he was his biological son. Now it seems that the answer is no.
Uncle Song continued, "Thankfully, God was merciful. Knowing that Master had lost his beloved granddaughter for so many years, he didn't encounter too much difficulty in finding her. Luckily, she's still around. I never imagined Assistant Tan would be Master's biological granddaughter. No wonder Master felt so close to her when he met her. This is truly a cause for celebration."
Nangong Lie lowered his head and gave a sarcastic smile. No wonder his grandfather treated Assistant Tan so differently before and regarded him as more important than him.
After hearing the story, Tan Mo was very silent. She didn't know how to express her feelings.
After all, she came from a book, and before she came from a book, she had parents who loved her like a treasure.
She had never gotten along with Nangong Xiong, and was like a stranger to the deceased Nangong Yi and her mother.
And according to her understanding of the original owner, a child who grew up in an orphanage was very indifferent and numb to the concepts of parents and family.
In her eyes, family is no different from the radishes and eggplants in the vegetable garden. Of course, it's better to have them, but it's nothing if you don't have them. Maybe family is not as important as radishes and eggplants.
Jiang Qingya's applause suddenly rang out in the huge dining room. "Congratulations! The Nangong family has welcomed back its true master. But some people's status is no longer secure."
Nangong Lie's heart was filled with bitterness, but it was also overwhelmed by overwhelming shame. He had never thought that he was not the Nangong family's biological child, and then he was filled with endless fear.
He struggled with whether to tell his discovery, and fear pushed him forward two steps.
Everyone noticed his actions, and Nangong Lie simply took out the documents in his hand and put them in front of everyone.
"Grandpa, I know you're desperate to find your son, but it's not too late for you to read this document before making a final decision." Nangong Lie straightened up and said, "Tan Mo may not be your real granddaughter. I'm afraid someone is behind this."
Under the dazzling light, the words "Gene Testing Bag" on the document were clearly visible.
"This is the result of my DNA test on Tan Mo."
Jiang Qingya frowned: "Where did you get her DNA? How can you be sure it's hers?"
"Miss Jiang is so anxious, could she be one of those trying to defraud my grandfather?" Nangong Lie said in a resounding voice, "Of course we're following the law and complying with the regulations. We took the saliva from her wine glass and verified it."
"And I witnessed her drinking that glass of wine with my own eyes. I want to know more than anyone else whether she is the real daughter of the Nangong family."
Tan Mo raised her eyebrows in sudden realization. No wonder this guy kept asking her to drink before. It turned out that he was waiting for her here.
Tan Mo: "It would be a shame if you didn't use this little bit of your heart to fight in the palace."
In the past, Nangong Lie would have definitely quarreled with Tan Mo, but since he was not a biological child of the Nangong family, Nangong Lie was much more restrained. "I just wanted to ensure that the rights of the Nangong family were not violated."
Lu Xingjian: "Isn't your existence the greatest infringement of the Nangong family's rights and interests?"
Whether Tan Mo is the eldest daughter of the Nangong family is another matter, but you are definitely not the young master of the Nangong family.
Jiang Qingya: "That's right."
"Okay, stop arguing." Nangong Xiong interrupted them and nodded his chin at Uncle Song, "Bring the documents here for me to see."
He dared to take it out so openly and say such words, which meant that the test results inside showed that Tan Mo was not Nangong Xiong's biological granddaughter.
Things are a little tricky.
Could it be that the original owner had tampered with the situation and deliberately deceived Nangong Xiong?
Or are you really going to join forces with Jiang Qingya?
This problem is a bit serious. What if Nangong Xiong finds out that I am fake, will he feed me to the crocodiles in anger?
No, no, after all, we live in a society ruled by law now, the most we can do is call the police and arrest her. But this is an old-fashioned romance world that doesn't adhere to socialism!
Oh my god!
Seeing Uncle Song taking the documents from Nangong Lie, Tan Mo also became nervous unconsciously.
Lu Xingjian, who was standing next to him, frowned with a serious expression.
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