In other words, this Shi Jingpei is the person that Grandpa Zhao entrusted to him to pick up his granddaughter from the countryside.
Ke Meiyu is now quite certain that she is the real granddaughter of the Zhao family, because the old man did not entrust the child to just anyone, but to his former subordinate Ke Xianhong.
The old man and woman of the Ke family are not liars, nor do they have any reason to tell this lie.
From the perspective of their backgrounds, it's impossible for anyone else.
Furthermore, Ke Meiyu has a hidden birthmark on her shoulder, the location and shape of which match the description given by Grandpa Zhao. In addition, she looks very much like Grandpa Zhao's youngest daughter.
All signs indicate that she is the granddaughter of the Zhao family; otherwise, how could there be so many coincidences in the world?
Since she is the real one, then the Zhao Fanghua currently in the Zhao family is an imposter.
The counterfeit was delivered to the old man through Shi Jingpei. Was this a misunderstanding or intentional?
Shi Jingpei's wife is the daughter of the Ling family across the street. The Ling family's granddaughter, whom they haven't acknowledged, also has a birthmark on her shoulder, which is a bit strange.
“I think Grandpa Zhao should be able to follow the clues and find out the truth,” Ke Meiyu said. She wasn’t too worried about it, but she was still a little curious about having another grandfather.
“Yes, the Ling family is indeed a bit too troublesome,” Ying Yan nodded with a frown.
Every time he goes out, he runs into the Ling family women, each one of them striking seductive poses. Do they think he's a scumbag who turns bad when he gets rich, or do they think his wife isn't pretty enough, or do they question his unwavering commitment to his wife for all eternity?
In the apocalypse, he could force them to become self-reliant in no time, making them understand that relying on themselves is worse than relying on anyone else.
He had been busy with work and hadn't had time to deal with these people, but now that his work had come to an end, it was time to settle accounts.
"Old Master Ling has passed away. As the eldest son of the Ling family, he is not actually qualified to live in one of the four courtyards. It is only because of the favors given to Old Master Ling that the higher-ups turn a blind eye to their family."
Ke Meiyu nodded repeatedly, "They care a lot about their reputation. If they can't live in the compound, it's worse than skinning them alive."
In fact, since the founding of Xia Hua, there have been many changes in talent, which has led to the younger generation enjoying the family's legacy and being unwilling to face reality.
The Ling family is not the first, and will definitely not be the second. The men and women in the family know this well, so they prefer to go up and down the social ladder, trying their best to find a partner among the four major families.
Use marriage to achieve a leap in life and continue living a stable and respectable life.
If these people could live peacefully and steadily, they wouldn't care too much about appearances. But this group of people longed to return to their former respectable and affluent lives, and they used countless methods, both overt and covert, to achieve this.
This is the reason why everyone hates and despises them.
However, because everyone cherishes their reputation and is unwilling to bother with maggots, it gave others an opportunity to take advantage of the situation. Some people actually managed to turn the tables, setting a successful precedent for that group, who then used every means to achieve this goal.
Ying Yan chuckled and said, "The organization should really clean up the unit welfare housing system. We can't let things get out of control and let meritorious people make way for mediocre ones."
Ke Meiyu looked at him and said, "This measure is too difficult to implement."
This is no less difficult than when homeowners faced holdouts after the organization returned the properties.
“Only when it’s challenging can it be profitable,” Ying Yan pinched her cheek. “As far as I know, the higher-ups are planning a census, and there are so many things that can be done along the way.”
Ke Meiyu smiled and nodded.
It is said that Shi Jingpei, with his face covered by a briefcase and wearing a plaster on his head, sneaked home as if he were doing underground work, afraid of running into acquaintances.
But when he went upstairs, he still came face to face with the most gossipy old lady.
"Hey, Director Shi, where have you been? Did someone beat you up?"
This old lady's gossip-loving fire was practically bursting out of her eyes.
At this moment, Shi Jingpei could no longer hide the hideous plaster on his forehead, black in the middle and white around the edges, and forced a nonchalant smile, saying, "Oh, I just bumped into it accidentally. Are you going to pick up your child, ma'am?"
"How did you bump into it? I see a huge bump on your body. What were you thinking while you were walking?" The old lady wasn't satisfied and wanted to dig deeper.
"Of course I'm thinking about work," Shi Jingpei said casually, continuing to walk home.
The old lady hurried downstairs and whispered among herself when she saw her old friends.
"See that? Shi Chu in our building, he's got a plaster on his face. It's so big, and from the side it looks like a dark purple. Who could slam themselves so hard?"
"Tell me, what hatred could anyone possibly have against him to do such a thing? Director Shi has always been a nice guy, never offending anyone, so there's no hatred involved, only emotional entanglements..."
The older woman listened with shining eyes, nodding repeatedly as she sketched the scene more clearly in her mind. She then turned and whispered to her sister-in-law upstairs.
"Director Shi and a young woman from his workplace... were confronted and beaten... The bump on his head is evidence..."
Rumors have wings and fly high and far.
Shi Jingpei returned home with a gloomy face, waiting for his wife to come back and give him an explanation.
He was truly innocent. He had wanted to handle the matter himself, but his mother had broken her leg. How could he be such a scoundrel to abandon his mother and go looking for a young girl?
His wife volunteered to take on this task, so she shouldn't make any mistakes.
So many years have passed, and now this has been brought up again, and the blame is being placed entirely on him!
Why should I?
Old Zhao doesn't even consider that when he entrusted such a young child to someone, he dared to do so. Didn't he ever think about all sorts of unexpected events?
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