Chapter 92 The Joyful Mother Who Lost Her Child
"Come on, let's go find Dean Zhang." Having made up her mind, Zhang Mo stood up and, without saying another word, pulled Sunny upstairs.
Dean Zhang's room is on the third floor.
Several children, their faces filled with worry, had gathered outside, their eyes and noses red, clearly having just cried.
Seeing this, Zhang Mo gently comforted her, "It's okay, your older sisters will handle it. You can go and have some fun."
After coaxing the children to their seats, Sunny went up and knocked on the door: "Dean Zhang, we've made some discoveries we need to discuss with you. Could you come out for a moment? Things might not be as you think..."
Zhang Mo pulled Sunny away, her tone firm and resolute: "I now have reason to suspect that Dong Lang was killed by his father, and I need Dean Zhang to provide some assistance."
The door was flung open with a swish the next second, and Dean Zhang looked at the two of them in shock: "What did you say?!"
Sunny was dumbfounded and couldn't help but admire Zhang Mo in her heart. Zhang Mo's methods were truly superior!
After I carefully explained all the doubts to Dean Zhang, Dean Zhang's already furrowed brows deepened. He said worriedly, "If this is true... if the husband killed his own son, how heartbroken would President Dong be?"
Zhang Mo and Sunny exchanged a glance.
Rather than absolving himself of responsibility, Dean Zhang's first reaction was to worry about Dong Shuchen.
Kindness is a virtue of good people, but it is also their weakness.
“So now I need to contact Ms. Dong Shuchen to find out what role she played in all of this,” Zhang Mo said.
Is he a complete victim, or an accomplice?
Dean Zhang understood, took out his phone and started scrolling through his contacts. He quickly found Dong Shuchen's number and showed it to the two of them, but there was still some hesitation in his voice: "It's been 6 years, could she have changed her number?"
Zhang Mo: "If, to this day, she has not yet recovered from her son's death, then it is highly unlikely that she will."
After experiencing immense grief, familiar surroundings can provide a sense of psychological security. The unchanging things around her act as an emotional haven; even though her child is gone, these familiar scenes allow her to find moments of solace in her memories.
In this situation, she probably wouldn't deliberately change her phone number.
However, Zhang Mo was only speculating; he would try it out first.
So Zhang Mo used her own phone to call Dong Shuchen.
The phone was still working and I could still make calls, but it took a long time to get through.
Sunny: "Did you set up a whitelist? Are you just ignoring unknown numbers?"
Zhang Mo: "Possibly."
The two of them looked at Dean Zhang at the same time.
Dean Zhang was so nervous that his hands were shaking, but he still bravely said, "I'll do it."
As soon as they pressed the call button, all three of them stared at Dean Zhang's bright red, old-fashioned, feature-rich smartphone.
A few seconds later, the call was connected, and a woman's energetic and cheerful voice came from the other end: "Oh my, it's Dean Zhang! It's been so long since we last talked. I'm so sorry."
Dong Shuchen, as one of the most well-known female entrepreneurs in China, used to frequently appear on television, in interviews, events, and even variety shows, and everyone was very familiar with her voice.
So even though they hadn't heard of her for a long time, the three of them instantly realized that the person opposite them was indeed Dong Shuchen!
but--
Pleasure?
This seems so inconsistent with the established characters who are "heartbroken," "obsessed," and "unable to manage the company while recovering from illness"!
Even Zhang Mo and Sunny were completely bewildered, exchanging bewildered glances. Dean Zhang, needless to say, looked at them with utter confusion, then made a perfunctory greeting: "Yes, yes, it's been a long time since we last contacted each other. I suddenly remembered some things from the past today. How has President Dong been feeling lately?"
Dong Shuchen's voice was full of laughter: "I'm doing great! I wasn't feeling well before, but recently I've taken to jogging in the mornings, and I feel great all day afterward. How are you? My dear older sister, you're about my age, you should exercise more too."
Dean Zhang: "Haha, I also have to plant vegetables and water the plants for the children every day, so I get a lot of exercise. Don't worry about me."
Dong Shuchen: "Wow, you guys even grow your own vegetables! That's great! Homegrown vegetables are much healthier than store-bought ones! Next month I'll bring... cough, next month I'll come see you and the kids, so you'd better bring me lots of fresh vegetables!"
Zhang Mo quickly took out her phone and typed: "I said the orphanage is going to be taken over by your company!"
"Um..." Director Zhang stammered, unsure how to begin. "This... might be a bit difficult. We've received notice that this land is being reclaimed for something else. I wonder if the orphanage will still be there next month?"
Dong Shuchen was visibly taken aback: "Take it back? Who took it back? How come I didn't know about this..."
Before he could finish speaking, a loud cry rang out from the other end: "Mom! I'm bleeding!"
Dong Shuchen: "Oh dear! You silly child! Dean Zhang, let's contact each other again next time, I'm a bit busy right now!" Then she quickly hung up the phone.
mom? ? ? ? ? ?
The three of them heard it very clearly; it was the voice of a boy who sounded like he was in his teens.
If 11-year-old Dong Lang hadn't died, he would be this age six years later...
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