This corridor runs across the Jiang family villa from east to west. On the walls are hung photos from black and white to color prints, showing the long history of the Jiang family.
Bu Tiange walked while observing the photos calmly.
Near the end of the aisle, an old-looking color photo caught her attention.
There are five people in the photo: an energetic elderly couple, a newlywed young couple, and a baby.
There is a date in the lower right corner of the photo, and it was taken nineteen years ago.
Bu Tiange's eyes narrowed slightly, and her fingertips stroked across the glass frame one by one, finally stopping on her young husband's face.
He looks very young and handsome in the photo, and his facial features are somewhat similar to Jiang Yunyan. He must be Jiang Yunyan's father, the only son of Mr. Jiang.
System: "Master, just a few days after this photo was taken, the Jiang couple passed away in an accident. Mrs. Jiang fell seriously ill and passed away not long after."
"oh."
Bu Tiange put his hands back into his pockets, looked around, and said, "It's too deserted here. Such a big house, there must be servants cleaning it all the time, right?"
System: "Mr. Jiang doesn't trust outsiders and only lets two old servants clean once a week."
Zhong Huaifeng's voice sounded from behind, "What are you doing here?"
Bu Tiange turned around and said with a faint smile, "I didn't do anything, just walking around. Have you calmed down Miss Jiang?"
"I'm just doing my job as a doctor." Zhong Huaifeng walked over to her and noticed the photo in front of her. "Are you interested in the history of the Jiang family?"
Bu Tiange said: "I heard that the old man had to send his son off when he was young. It's really pitiful."
Looking at the photos on the wall, Zhong Huaifeng said, "That day, Mr. Jiang had a sudden heart attack and was admitted to the hospital. His son and daughter-in-law drove to see him. It was raining and the road was slippery, so the car broke through the guardrail and crashed into a tree on the side of the road."
Bu Tiange asked: "Miss Jiang told you all this, right?"
Zhong Huaifeng smiled and said nothing.
He went on to say, "Mr. Jiang always felt that he was the one who killed his son and daughter-in-law. Although he never said it, his heartache grew worse day by day."
Bu Tiange understood immediately.
Mr. Jiang's mobility issues were probably caused by that heart attack.
It would be difficult for anyone to accept that an illness destroys both the body and the family.
only……
Bu Tiange frowned. "Jiang Yunyan doesn't know how to read people's expressions. It seems even she doesn't know this. Old Master Jiang doesn't trust outsiders. How did you know that?"
Zhong Huaifeng said: "Just know that I won't lie to you."
Bu Tiange curled his lips coldly and said, "You'd better not lie to me, otherwise I will never forgive you."
"I even gave you my life. How can you bear to treat me like this?" Zhong Huaifeng looked at her with a smile, his eyes gentle.
Bu Tiange took a step to the side and stood on the other side of the aisle.
She jokingly said, "It's better for us to keep our distance, otherwise Miss Jiang will give me a hard time. I'm counting on the Jiang family to make some pocket money."
"Speaking of Miss Jiang," Zhong Huaifeng asked, "what do you think of her health?"
"Congenital deficiencies can be corrected, but the trouble lies in the unclean things acquired later in life." Bu Tiange snorted coldly, "Don't tell me you didn't see that."
Compared to this, she was more interested in another commission from Mr. Jiang.
The old man felt that he had killed his son and daughter-in-law, so could the people he was talking about who were taking his life be them?
No, it's not that simple.
Bu Tiange suddenly realized that her conversation with Zhong Huaifeng was not casual. He was trying to guide her to go further and find the truth that they both wanted to see.
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