Chapter 158 Father Wen Also Has an Identical Identity [3 Updates]
Sixteen years have passed; in such a long time, many traces have long since disappeared.
Whether it was intentional or not, it's very difficult to investigate.
Especially since technology wasn't as advanced back then, there were hardly any surveillance cameras on the streets.
The Ying family mansion only has security cameras at the main gate. After all, given the Ying family's status in Shanghai, not many people would dare to steal from the old mansion.
A series of reasons led them to investigate for a long time before they finally found a clue.
According to people from the surrounding area of Qingshui County, they found an abandoned baby by the river sometime in February 2003.
Although the people of Qingshui County are very poor, it doesn't mean they can't see that the abandoned baby is wearing luxurious and expensive clothes.
He was clearly from a wealthy family, but he didn't have any designer brands or other items that could identify him.
The abandoned baby was not even a year old; he could only crawl and couldn't stand up yet.
No one knows how she got here. When she was found, there were marks on her wrists from being pinched.
Even the most dull-witted people in Qingshui County keenly sensed that something was amiss.
Not wanting to get involved in this unknown dispute, they all avoided the baby and pretended not to see it.
Moreover, the abandoned baby was a girl, and in Qingshui County, where the culture was backward and the idea of valuing sons over daughters was still prevalent, no one would want her.
Wen Fengmian only took the baby back when he passed by the river on his way home from work.
That's when his wife took all the money and ran away with their eldest daughter.
The family also has a newborn baby, and their poverty is unimaginable.
He had no connection with a baby girl abandoned by a large family. Wen Fengmian could have ignored the baby like everyone else in Qingshui County, especially since he was already struggling to make ends meet.
But he didn't.
He took the baby girl home and took on several more temporary jobs to support his two children.
Sixteen years passed in the blink of an eye.
Over the years, the heavy workload has caused even greater damage to Wen Fengmian's already poor health.
However, he still did not consider abandoning the baby girl.
Even when the Ying family came knocking on his door later, his decision to send Ying Zijing back wasn't because he had finally gotten rid of a burden, or because he could get compensation from the Ying family.
Rather, he knew that he couldn't provide her with a better environment to develop and for her to have a bright future.
But things didn't turn out the way Wen Fengmian thought, and he hadn't expected that the Ying family only wanted a living blood bank.
“The brothers and I sent people to investigate the hundreds of kilometers of road from the Ying family to Qingshui County, checking every household.” The young man took out a stack of documents. “Hard work pays off, and we actually found them.”
Fu Yunshen took it, his eyes cold and fierce.
“There was a group of people with a baby who stopped at a small inn along the way to rest,” the young man continued. “Young master, as you know, back then you didn’t need any documents to stay at an inn, so it was easy to cover it up.”
"That hotel went out of business ten years ago. We found the former owner. At first, no matter what we asked, she wouldn't say anything. In the end, the brothers paid her a million to talk."
Although a long time has passed, the proprietress still has a deep impression of this incident.
The group consisted of one man and two women, who arrived at the hotel in the middle of the night with a baby.
The proprietress is a married woman, and it's obvious that she has never had a child and clearly doesn't know how to hold a baby.
Moreover, the baby's clothes were in a completely different league from those of the three people.
Most importantly, when the landlady got up to use the bathroom in the early hours of the morning, she overheard the conversation between the three people.
It is said that a powerful family gave them a large sum of money, instructing them to send the baby far away and leave her to fend for herself, her life or death entirely up to them.
They're either dead, or they'll never appear in Shanghai again.
The proprietress was afraid of causing trouble, so she didn't tell anyone.
Eventually, the hotel's income didn't improve, and the landlady closed it down.
She remembered this incident all these years because she couldn't get over it and even had nightmares about it for a while.
The reason the proprietress refused to talk about it when they went there was the same thing.
In the landlady's view, the baby at that time had died long ago, and speaking out was a relief.
Fu Yunshen didn't speak, he kept looking, his gaze growing deeper.
"These men dumped Miss Zijing by the river in Qingshui County and even covered her with river grass. After they finished, they fled abroad and are now under our control."
“We used some tricks, and they told us everything.” The young man sneered. “They probably didn’t expect Miss Zijing to return to Shanghai alive.”
No one would have expected that.
"Hmm." Fu Yunshen had also finished reviewing the materials. He said calmly, "Prepare them, and we'll post them all online later."
"Then?" The young man was taken aback. "We have plenty of evidence now. Young master, just give the order, and we can arrest them directly."
"Wait a little longer," Fu Yunshen said casually. "Wait until the kids have had enough fun."
young people:"……"
He felt that their young master, though not old, already had the heart of an old father.
“Now—” Fu Yun Shen slowly raised his eyelashes, his voice gentle, but his words were chillingly ruthless, “As long as you don’t kill him.”
The young man's expression hardened.
If you can't kill them, that's worse than death.
He hesitated for a moment: "If I hadn't found out the truth, I really wouldn't have guessed that she did it."
After being forced to reveal the truth from the man and two women, his entire worldview was shattered.
But the evidence is right in front of us, so we have to believe it whether we want to or not.
Fu Yunshen wasn't surprised and remained noncommittal: "Not surprising."
He always knew that the dark side of wealthy families was beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
Sibling feuds and mistresses taking over are both quite common occurrences.
Families like the Nie and Mu families are too few and far between.
“Young Master, there’s one more thing.” The young man suddenly remembered, “While investigating this matter, we also took the opportunity to investigate Mr. Wen Fengmian’s wife.”
Fu Yunshen narrowed his peach blossom eyes slightly: "Send it to me later."
**
night.
Grandpa Zhong went to the Wen family's house alone.
When he saw Wen Fengmian again, he still felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, but he just couldn't remember where he was.
Grandpa Zhong felt a little heartbroken.
This person is old and their memory is failing.
He needs to see a doctor to prevent Alzheimer's disease.
Dinner was prepared by Wen Tinglan.
Four dishes and a soup, not a large portion, just right for four people.
Grandpa Zhong picked up his chopsticks, thought for a while, and finally couldn't hold back any longer, asking, "Fengmian, have you been to the capital before?"
One sentence made all three of them pause.
Wen Fengmian raised his head, his expression unchanged: "Why do you ask that, old man?"
“Sigh, I just thought you looked familiar.” Old Master Zhong didn’t hide anything. “You’ve never been to Shanghai, and I’ve only spent a long time in the capital, so I was wondering if we had met in the capital.”
“The old man may be mistaken.” Wen Fengmian smiled. “I’m from Qingshui County. I’ve never been to any big cities in my life, let alone the capital.”
"But—" Old Master Zhong had only uttered two words when Ying Zijing poured him a glass of water.
"Grandpa, have some water."
Wen Tinglan glanced at Wen Fengmian, then at Ying Zijin, and then placed a cola chicken wing on Grandpa Zhong's plate.
He doesn't like to talk, but his meaning is clear.
Grandpa Zhong: "..."
very good.
They truly are siblings.
While eating chicken wings and drinking water, he praised, "Xiao Lan, your cooking skills are really good. You should teach your grandpa sometime."
"No," Wen Tinglan finally spoke, "You're stupid."
Ying Zijin: "..."
Grandpa Zhong: "..."
Wen Fengmian was very troubled, but there was nothing he could do, and he was also a little sad.
Children with autism have difficulty communicating, and often sit alone for an entire day.
It's already a big improvement that Wen Tinglan can talk to people other than him and Yao Yao.
Grandpa Zhong was naturally aware of this, and he smiled and said, "Xiao Lan, your sister is going to perform on stage tomorrow. Would you like to come with your grandpa?"
Perhaps he was overthinking it. With so many people in the capital, it's not surprising that there are people who look like Wen Fengmian.
Wen Tinglan remained silent for a long time before nodding.
"Zijin, go choose your dress tomorrow afternoon." Grandpa Zhong turned his head again, "And you need to do a styling too."
"Grandpa, no need." Ying Zijin picked up a piece of braised pork and said slowly, "I'm going to put on a burlap sack."
"..."
**
It's nighttime in Shanghai, but afternoon in Florence.
The sunlight was intense, flowing slowly across the ground like flames.
With the rapid development of technology, Florence, a city with two ancient cities, is no exception.
Skyscrapers stand side by side.
Bright lights and bustling traffic.
Except for one manor, it still retains its 17th-century appearance.
Laurent Castle stands within this estate, covering a vast area.
The custom of sending and receiving letters is still maintained here.
Today, the castle's steward received a letter from the postman.
There were a dozen or so letters, far fewer than yesterday, and one of them caught the butler's attention.
There was nothing special on the envelope, and no recipient was written on it.
The only special thing is that this letter came from China.
The butler thought for a moment, but couldn't think of anyone in China who knew the family members.
He sighed, picked up the letters, stood up, and, as usual, began to throw them into the stove one by one, as instructed.
Don't panic.
I'll finish writing this tomorrow, even if I'm proven wrong~
I've been having so much insomnia lately that I can only sleep five hours a day. Besides writing, this is probably another reason for my excessive hair loss. [Lying down...]
(End of this chapter)
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