Chapter 551 No One Recognizes
"No one admits it?" Ji Wan sneered, "Okay."
She turned to Wang Ma, her tone suddenly sharp. "Investigate! Pull up all the surveillance footage from the past few days and show it to me frame by frame! If anyone can't explain it today, call the police! I want to see who's so stubborn!"
"Yes, ma'am!"
Mother Wang immediately took people to the monitoring room.
The atmosphere in the living room became increasingly depressing, and the maids' faces had turned as pale as paper.
An hour later, Mother Wang came back with a serious expression.
"Madam," she said, bowing, "I've checked everything. These past few days, the young lady has been confined to the bedroom and playroom, and there's no blind spot in the surveillance. Everyone who enters is accompanied by other servants, so no one has the opportunity to act alone. I just had the family doctor check it out, and that bruise... looks more like the child accidentally bumping against the corner of a table, not someone twisting it."
Did you knock it yourself?
Ji Wan was stunned.
Her mind was in a mess. Instead of finding an outlet for her anger, she was instead trapped in a larger mystery.
If it wasn't abuse by the servants, then where did the injury come from?
Is she such a negligent mother that she doesn't even know when her child was injured?
A deeper sense of powerlessness and self-blame gripped her.
But at this moment, a detail that she had deliberately ignored suddenly split the fog like a bolt of lightning.
That tricky angle, that seemingly unintentional shot, that coincidence that made the bruises from the bumps look like irrefutable evidence of abuse.
Apart from secretly taking photos, what else could be possible?
Who would go to such lengths to take a picture of an injured child?
A name, with false tenderness and viciousness, emerged in Ji Wan's mind.
Zhao Xiyue.
It's her.
Yesterday's seemingly caring phone call now sounded like a poisoned needle.
"Then you have to take good care of Nian Nian..."
She is not caring, she is reminding and showing off!
A chill ran from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, and Ji Wan's blood ran cold. She finally realized that what she was facing was not an accident at all, but a long-planned and extremely vicious trap!
Behind the trap is a bone-chilling cold.
Ji Wan stood there, like a frozen sculpture, his bare feet no longer able to feel the warmth of the marble.
The servants downstairs were still standing there trembling, not daring to make a sound.
Mother Wang looked at Ji Wan's pale face, feeling distressed and worried, but she didn't dare to step forward.
At this moment, the door of the villa was pushed open, and a calm fir fragrance mixed with the slightly cool air outside rushed in.
Chi Wenyan is back.
He immediately saw the strange confrontation in the living room, and Ji Wan standing at the stairs in a daze.
The man's brows furrowed instantly, and he paused in taking off his suit jacket. He took a few steps with his long legs and was beside her.
"Why aren't you wearing shoes?" His voice was low and firm, and he bent down and picked her up sideways.
Ji Wan's body stiffened for a moment, then seemed to have found its backbone. He leaned on his warm chest, and the coldness in his body seemed to begin to slowly melt away.
Chi Wenyan held her in his arms, his eyes sweeping over the servants who were like quails below him, his voice turning cold: "Auntie Wang, everyone, go away. No one is allowed to mention what happened today again."
"Yes, sir." Aunt Wang felt as if she had been pardoned, and quickly and quietly retreated with her people.
Chi Wenyan carried Ji Wan back to the bedroom, gently placed her on the soft big bed, and wrapped her cold feet with a quilt. He didn't ask what happened, but just poured a cup of hot water and put it in her hand.
"Nuannuan."
Ji Wan held the water cup, and the trembling in her fingertips finally subsided. She raised her head, her eyes red, and her voice was hoarse: "Chi Wenyan, it's her."
"who?"
"Zhao Xiyue." When Ji Wan said this name, her heart felt like it was being gripped by an invisible hand, the pain so severe that she could hardly breathe. "She designed the photo of Nian Nian. With that angle and that timing, I can't think of anyone else except her."
As soon as he said this, the overwhelming hatred and anger seemed to be stuck by something.
Ji Wan's eyes suddenly became confused, and she subconsciously shook her head, as if to deny her previous conclusion.
"No, it shouldn't be her..." She muttered to herself, as if trying to convince herself, "She treats Nian Nian so well. She's obviously my biological mother. How could she use Nian Nian to harm me? No, I must be mistaken..."
The friendship she once cherished had now become the most confusing shackle in her mind. She would rather believe that she was being suspicious than accept the fact that the person she trusted the most had stabbed her in the back.
Chi Wenyan listened quietly, his dark eyes as deep as the sea. He reached out and gently stroked her hair, his movements gentle, but his eyes were as sharp as a knife.
"Wanwan, have you forgotten?" He said slowly, "Who told you that I was in the 'Golden Splendor' club? And who 'kindly' reminded you that Nian Nian's illness required Su Jiujiu's bone marrow?"
Every question was like a heavy hammer hitting Ji Wan's heart.
The details she had been deliberately avoiding were ruthlessly dissected by Chi Wenyan and laid out in front of her in a bloody manner.
Yes, the source of everything points to Zhao Xiyue. Those seemingly perfect "coincidences" connected together form a web tailor-made for her, filled with poison.
Ji Wan's last glimmer of hope was completely shattered. She leaned into Chi Wenyan's arms, tears finally flowing. It wasn't sadness, but the overwhelming hatred and regret after being deceived and betrayed.
Chi Wenyan didn't say anything more, just hugged her tightly, letting her tears soak his shirt.
After a long time, he picked up his phone and called his assistant.
The call was answered almost instantly.
"Mr. Chi."
"Go check on Zhao Xiyue." Chi Wenyan's voice was calm, yet it carried a sense of impending doom. "I want all of her movements over the past three months, who she's met, what she's done. Not a single hair can be left out. Also, check all of her connections to Su Jiujiu. Hurry up, I need results as soon as possible."
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a second, and then a respectful and clear voice came: "Yes, Mr. Chi."
After hanging up the phone, Chi Wenyan looked down at the woman in his arms who had gradually calmed down, his voice gentle but firm.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here."
No matter who is stirring up trouble behind the scenes, anyone who wants to touch him must first ask Chi Wenyan whether he agrees.
Chi Wenyan's efficiency is astonishingly fast.
But overnight.
When Ji Wan opened his eyes again, the sky outside the window was already bright.
She stayed awake all night, her eyes bloodshot, but the fragile feeling of collapse disappeared, replaced by a dead coldness.
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