Chapter 719 Suwen Investigates the Ying Family [2 Updates]
The upheaval that occurred in the Lenger family twenty years ago was widely discussed at the time.
But after so many years, few people talk about it anymore.
Not all residents of the world's cities knew the reason for Suwen's coma.
The manager noticed that the girl and the woman had very similar features, so he said that.
If she weren't the eldest daughter of the Lyinger family, who else would Suwen personally bring here to have clothes made?
This sentence strikes right to the heart and soul.
It was as if a giant bronze bell was ringing in his ears, and even Su Wen was shaken so badly that his body swayed.
She froze on the spot, and tears suddenly streamed down her face.
Ying Zijing's eyes flickered.
The manager was even more startled: "The First Madam?"
Did he say something wrong?
“Sir, Auntie is not my mother.” Ying Zijin helped Suwen up and explained, “The eldest young lady passed away many years ago. It’s understandable that Auntie would be very sad to hear such words.”
The manager's expression changed, and he suddenly knelt down, his voice panicked: "Madam, I misspoke, please punish me!"
Suwen's daughter died at birth many years ago, yet he uttered such rebellious words.
That's absolutely damnable!
"What kind of thing is this? Why should you be punished?" Suwen wiped away her tears, bent down to help him up, and smiled. "Don't even mention you. When I saw Yaoyao, I also thought she looked a bit like me."
"I feel like we're destined to be together. Let's not talk about anything else, let's take her to get her clothes made first."
The manager wiped his brow and said, "Thank you, Madam."
He also frequently interacted with many nobles and royalty, and knew all too well how difficult it was to please these people at the top of the social circles.
Once, a shop assistant accidentally spilled red wine on a wealthy lady's handbag, and was dragged out by bodyguards.
If this had happened to another powerful or influential person, they probably wouldn't have survived.
But Suwen is not.
She frequently visits residents and has even established a special fund for donations.
No wonder Suwen was respected by so many residents back then.
"Miss Ying, this way please." The manager said respectfully, "This is our chief fashion designer. Please feel free to tell her what you need."
This was Suwen's kind offer, and Ying Zijin never refused it. She nodded slightly: "Thank you for your trouble."
She followed the fashion designer to the scanner inside, which could scan all the sizes, making it very convenient.
After the fashion designer noted down the girl's measurements, he asked her to choose the fabric.
The world's most technologically advanced cities have seen AI and robots replace many human jobs.
But this clothing design store has retained its original design.
Some patterns and techniques designed by humans can never be matched by machines.
The manager stepped forward again: "Madam, I misspoke. This is an SVIP card specially made for Miss Ying. From now on, Miss Ying can spend unlimited amounts here, and it will be free."
"No need for it to be free, just put the bill in my name," Suwen said. "You're a small business, it's not easy for you, but you don't need to tell her about this."
The manager understood: "Madam, I understand."
Thirty minutes later, Ying Zijin came out.
Suwen was sitting on the sofa drinking tea when she heard the sound. She looked up, smiled, and asked, "How is it?"
"I've chosen one formal dress and three casual outfits." Ying Zijing took out a card. "Auntie, I'd like to—"
Her hand was held down.
Suwen said, half amused and half annoyed, "Yaoyao, you saved me. Even all my assets can't compensate for a few clothes. And you're still being polite with me."
Ying Zijing paused for a moment, then put her hand back down.
She and Suwen really hit it off; they could talk about many things together.
Even when faced with occasional experimental difficulties, Suwen could inadvertently enlighten her.
"Yaoyao, didn't you say you have an adoptive father and a younger brother?" Suwen asked with concern. "Should we bring them here as well? I can help arrange it."
“Not for now, they’re not used to it either.” Ying Zijin slowly shook her head. “Auntie, some things are more difficult than you think.”
"You mean the Sage?" Suwen paused for a moment. "I also suspect that Ayuan's disappearance is related to the Sage's Academy. Otherwise, who would dare to lay a hand on him?"
But there are three problems.
First, their mortal bodies are simply no match for the sages who are hailed as "gods".
Secondly, there are no traces or evidence, and it is unknown which sages did it.
Thirdly, the sages held such a high position in the world city that all the residents had great faith in them.
“I’m investigating this matter.” Ying Zijin’s eyes narrowed, and she smiled slightly. “Auntie, you still need to rest more. I’ll take you home.”
**
Five o'clock in the afternoon.
graduate School.
On the engineering side.
After reviewing the experimental data prepared for Ying Zijing, Dean Norman prepared to go home to check on his dog and cat.
The director of the Gene Institute barged in at that moment.
His face was cold as he cut to the chase: "Norman, did you do something to my student?"
"Mervin is a prodigy handpicked by the Magician. If anything happens to him, your entire engineering department will be in trouble. Hand him over now!"
"What did you say?" Dean Norman pushed up his glasses and sneered, "You inserted the genes of a silly roe deer into your DNA while you were working on biological genetics?"
The director of the Gene Institute was taken aback, then quickly realized: "You're calling me stupid?"
"Oh, wrong, wrong." Dean Norman closed his laptop. "That silly roe deer is much cuter than you; it should be a paramecium."
"Norman!" The director of the Gene Institute was furious. "I'm not going to argue with you. Hand over Mervin right now."
"Ridiculous! I haven't even held a grudge against your Institute of Genetics for attacking my Engineering students," Dean Norman said coldly. "And now you're questioning me? Do you think I'm as despicable and shameless as your Institute of Genetics?"
The director of the genetics institute was even angrier: "Norman, you—"
Before he could finish speaking, Dean Norman suddenly raised the laser cannon on the table and aimed it directly at him.
This laser cannon was only recently developed and hasn't been officially sold on W website yet.
The director of the Gene Institute doesn't need to think to know how powerful it will be.
He panicked, turned and left, throwing down a threat that sounded fierce but was actually quite weak: "Norman, you just wait!"
"Hmph, I'll be waiting." Dean Norman put the laser cannon into a folded bag, glanced at the time, and went to find Ying Zijing.
He set up a secret laboratory specifically for Ying Zijin.
"Disciple, your master has brought you something." Dean Norman was beaming with pride. "Your progress is faster than I expected. You can start working on S-level experiments right away."
Ying Zijing took it, flipped through it, and said, "Okay."
This S-class experiment has little to do with aviation; it's about weapons.
After reading it, she picked up a piece of candy from the table and handed it over: "Master, here you go."
"Want some candy, Master?" Dean Norman tore open the candy wrapper and gulped it down.
Crunchy and strawberry flavor.
It tastes pretty good.
Dean Norman took two steps, then turned back as if he had thought of something: "You'll be selected to go to the Sage's Academy in September, will you go?"
Ying Zijing narrowed her eyes slightly and replied, "Let's go have some fun."
“Playing?” Dean Norman said seriously, “My disciple, you need to take it easy. Don’t be like your senior sister, who almost blew up the Sage’s Academy back then.”
Ying Zijin: "..."
She doesn't enjoy frying things.
**
late at night.
Suwen went to the cemetery alone and came to the small stone tablet once again.
She knelt down, her forehead pressed against the cold stone tablet, and murmured softly, "Tan Tan, it's gotten colder today. I wonder if you're cold. Your mother sewed a lot of clothes for you."
As she spoke, Suwen opened the box next to her, which contained clothes of various sizes.
From newborn babies to 19-year-old girls, nothing is missing.
Suwen hasn't slept much these past few days, spending half her time sewing clothes.
Suwen lowered her head and wiped her eyes: "Tan Tan, today someone mistook that little girl I told you about last time for you, she..."
As if struck by lightning, the words the manager had said that afternoon in the clothing design store echoed in her ears once again.
"The eldest young lady and the first wife are so alike, like sisters."
The manager's words were unintentional, but Suwen's heart could no longer find peace.
She stood silently in the dark cemetery, looking at the tombstones.
She buried her sandalwood tree herself; she shouldn't have had any illusions.
All her maternal love died along with this tombstone twenty years ago.
But if...
Once an incredible thought arises, Suwen cannot stop thinking about it.
She turned and left the cemetery, entering the hall, and said directly, "Butler."
The butler rushed over and knelt on one knee: "Madam, please give your orders."
"Complete the formalities, leave the city now, and investigate a family for me." Su Wen said, enunciating each word clearly, "China, Shanghai, the Ying family!"
Today was truly a heartbreaking day TvT
(End of this chapter)
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