After working overtime to investigate, Lu Zhiyao compiled a set of data.
With the passage of time, Qin Ziming has become increasingly calm and gentle. In his hand are Lu Zhiyao's investigation results. For the sake of the rigor of the matter, he looks up at Lu Zhiyao.
“Exclude W City and expand the investigation to several surrounding cities.”
Lu Zhiyao had a question in his mind, but hesitated to speak it.
"Just say what you have to say."
Lu Zhiyao pursed his lips slightly and said, "The young mistress said that the child in the dream is 12 or 13 years old. Why don't we start by investigating the young mistress before she turned 20? Perhaps we can find the answer faster."
After being reminded, Qin Ziming suddenly realized.
"You're right, let's do it that way."
In a villa in W City, Ji Hua and Ji Han'er returned from school in a neighboring city during their holiday.
In a study, a man in a wheelchair, his face perpetually pale and sickly, listened quietly to his subordinates' report, his brows furrowing involuntarily.
"President……"
He was distracted, but was brought back to reality by the voice of his subordinate.
"It's possible to find out who is conducting the investigation."
"Lu Zhiyao, special assistant to Qin Ziming, the current CEO of the Su Group."
Upon hearing this, the man's face darkened considerably.
"Him?" He didn't understand why he was investigating the two children, or what his intentions were.
Do you know what it is?
"According to our technicians' investigation, it seems to be because of two pictures. I printed out a copy for you to see."
Over the past two years, Ji Chen's illness has worsened, and his life has been completely hanging by a thread.
He was stunned when he took the two copies from his subordinate.
"Aren't these Hua'er and Han'er?" He valued the protection of his children very much, and they never appeared in the media or at high-society banquets.
It could even be said that outsiders were unaware of the existence of the Ji family's young master and young lady.
His main motivation was to protect his child. Recalling that night many years ago, his heart ached. He took advantage of the girl's vulnerability and let the cold machine take away what was most important to her.
Ten months later, his son and daughter were born. Seeing the adorable babies in their swaddling clothes, his heart softened.
He arranged the best for their food, clothing, and daily necessities, but at the same time, he still neglected his two children, leaving them without a mother from a young age and never receiving maternal love.
His thoughts drifted away once more, and he closed his eyes in anguish.
His subordinates knew he was in pain, so they just stood quietly by and waited.
In the living room, Ji Han'er took out a portrait of her mother from her schoolbag and stared at it intently.
A young man walked in through the entrance hall.
"Hua'er, Han'er, are you on summer vacation?"
Ji Hua, who was usually quiet, looked up when he heard his uncle's words and spoke softly.
"Um."
The boy was already used to his coldness.
He walked straight to the sofa and sat down. Seeing that his niece kept her head down, he went over to take a look, puzzled.
"Han'er, when did you start drawing again?"
I don't know when it started, but my niece has developed a love for drawing.
The boy glanced at it a few times and suddenly felt a sense of familiarity; the person in the painting seemed to be someone he had met before.
As he was lost in his thoughts, a deep male voice pulled him back to reality.
What are you doing?
Ji Shuyu sat up abruptly, speaking in a concise and to-the-point tone.
"Brother, I'm looking at Han'er's drawings, but they look familiar."
Ji Chen listened with a puzzled look, "It looks familiar. What do you think your niece drew that you recognize?"
When Ji Han'er saw her father arrive, she raised her head and looked at him with her clear, cold eyes.
"Dad, have you finished taking care of things?"
Ji Chen pressed the wheelchair and drove towards his daughter.
"Are you unhappy?" He sensed that his daughter was upset.
Ji Hua, standing to the side, sighed helplessly.
"Dad, my sister saw a little girl talking on the phone with her mom today, so..."
Everyone understood what she meant, and the atmosphere immediately became even more somber.
After hearing his daughter's words, Ji Chen felt a dull ache in his heart. He clutched his chest and braced himself on the coffee table.
Everyone who witnessed this scene was quite frightened.
"dad."
"Big brother."
Ji Chen didn't notice the anxiety in his daughter's eyes and looked straight at the person in the painting.
Upon seeing this scene, Ji Shuyu had a flash of inspiration.
"I know who he looks like, our psychology professor."
Suddenly, he remembered the way Han'er looked at the person in the painting, and his heart skipped a beat.
For over a decade, all he knew was that one day, his elder brother brought home a son and a daughter, and his mother was overjoyed. But he never knew who his nephew and niece's biological mother was, and his elder brother had never mentioned anything about the children's mother.
But now, he seemed to understand something, and he looked up at his respected elder brother.
"Big brother..."
The other four people were all unsettled after hearing his words.
Ji Han'er stood up abruptly and turned to look at her uncle.
"Uncle, is what you just said true? Mom isn't dead, she's still alive."
Upon hearing the word "Mom," Ji Shuyu nearly lost his balance. He looked up at his silent older brother and couldn't help but ask a question.
"Big brother, have Han'er and the others met their mother?"
Ji Chen didn't know how to start the conversation, he just wanted to ask the answer that was in his heart.
"What are your psychology professors called?"
Ji Shuyu pursed his lips and said, "Chen Shiyi."
Upon hearing this, Ji Chen looked up at him in shock.
"What did you say? Say it again."
“Chen Shiyi, the poem is poetic and picturesque, and the memory is recollection.”
Ji Chen's subordinates kept looking at him, while Ji Chen himself suddenly smiled.
"She's still alive, that's wonderful."
After listening for a while, Ji Han'er finally understood and immediately cheered with joy.
"That's great, Dad, Mom isn't dead." Her mother wasn't dead; she was still a child with a mother.
Ji Hua didn't like to express it openly, but he was very happy when his father confirmed it.
On her way to pick up her daughter Niannian, Shen Shiyi saw a flower shop. She asked the driver to stop the car and got out to walk into the flower shop.
When the florist saw her ethereal beauty, he became exceptionally warm and welcoming.
"Hello, ma'am, would you like to buy some flowers?"
Shen Shiyi looked around and nodded politely to her.
"Thank you, I'll take a look first."
"Okay, feel free to let me know if you need anything."
Faced with a comfortable and principled boss, Shen Shiyi strolled around leisurely.
When she finally left, she returned to her car with six bouquets of flowers in her hands.
"Let's drive."
Gu Niannian looked at her mother with surprise and delight.
"Mom, why did you buy so many flowers?"
Looking at the young mistress through the rearview mirror, Lu Qinzhou was also puzzled.
Chen Shiyi looked up and affectionately patted her little head.
"You take one, Mom takes one, and the grandmas take one. Later, you can help Mom deliver them to the two grandmas, as well as Grandma Qu and Grandma Li, okay?"
Gu Niansi nodded excitedly, "No problem, Your Majesty, please rest assured, I will definitely do my best."
Upon hearing her words, Shen Shiyi laughed so hard she almost died.
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