He didn't believe it; as long as Tang Li said the child wasn't hers, Lu Jianshen would believe it.
For the past five years, it doesn't matter what reason she left or whether she had amnesia.
But Tang Li didn't even deny it.
Her eyes were filled with weariness and resistance.
"Yes, that's right, just like you think. Can we go now?"
There's no point in them continuing like this, just torturing each other.
Lu Jianshen sneered, feeling that all his previous infatuation was as absurd as a joke.
He chuckled softly, his eyes slightly reddening, and asked in return, "You didn't suffer from amnesia at all that day in the cemetery, did you?"
The man took a deep breath and calmed himself down.
"You're just trying to avoid me. You don't like me at all. You're pretending to have amnesia just to avoid me and have nothing to do with me?"
Tang Li nodded.
"Um."
Saying goodbye here is the best choice for them.
One day, Lu Jianshen will find out who killed his mother, and when that time comes, they will become irreconcilable enemies.
Rather than parting ways and harboring resentment towards each other then, it's better to part ways now and go our separate ways peacefully!
"I understand."
Lu Jianshen nodded and left the hospital with a numb expression.
He and Tang Li were over, and he would never have any expectations of this heartless woman again.
Lu Chengyi squatted at the hospital entrance like a lackey, and when he saw Lu Jianshen walk out of the hospital with a dejected look on his face, he was overjoyed.
"Uncle, I'll take you back to the company. Please take care of yourself."
Lu Jianshen brushed him aside, "I'll go back by myself. Don't worry about me, just focus on your own business!"
He's always thinking about his inheritance, but he's still alive and well, he won't die anytime soon!
Lu Chengyi was displeased, but he kept agreeing, knowing that his uncle must have already believed him and that Tang Li had no chance.
Next, all that's left is for my uncle to fall seriously ill, then I can reap the benefits!
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At the same time, Tang Nanquan had just learned that his son had been taken to the police station, and not only that, he had committed a crime.
Depending on the circumstances, he should be imprisoned for at least five years!
Song Lan's face was covered in tears as she tightly gripped her son's hand. "Wen Shuo, Mom will definitely find you the best lawyer. I'll help you figure something out right now!"
Tang Nanquan felt a surge of irritation. He never expected that his son would turn around and send him to prison. What a scoundrel!
But no matter what, he is still her only biological son.
As Song Lan watched her son being taken away, she cursed and swore, repeatedly using the most vicious language to wish Tang Li dead.
"If Tang Li were alive, my son would be dead sooner or later! Tang Nanquan, it's already annoying enough that you inexplicably kept two old geezers in your house, and now your daughter is targeting my son at every turn!"
As Song Lan spoke, she began to sob.
"What sins have I committed? There are so many good families in the world, yet I had to end up in your Tang family!"
Tang Nanquan frowned, unsure of what to say, and could only sigh heavily.
Song Lan wiped her eyes.
"I'm not counting on you. I called Wen Shuo's girlfriend. Miss Jia is his girlfriend; she can't just abandon him!"
Before her husband could say anything, Song Lan dialed Jia Mingya's number while speaking.
The person who answered the phone was an elderly woman who was probably in her sixties.
"What? You're looking for my Aya? Her boyfriend's in the police station?"
The old woman spoke in a thick, rustic country dialect that Song Lan could hardly understand.
"What are you talking about?" Song Lan gradually lost her patience. "You're a maid in Miss Jia's household, right? This is Jia Mingya's phone. Give the phone to your young lady!"
The woman scoffed at these words.
"What servant? We're a country family, where would we get servants? I'm her mother!"
Song Lan stood there, stunned, certain that she hadn't dialed the wrong number.
She began to wonder what Jia Mingya's true identity was, and whether she and her son had really been tricked.
Her wealthy daughter-in-law was actually a country bumpkin.
"Where's Jia Mingya? Tell her to come and answer the phone!" Song Lan's voice became excited.
She even gave out a dowry of ten million, isn't that a joke?
The woman shouted loudly, and Jia Mingya impatiently came over.
"Didn't I tell you, Mom? Don't answer my calls, sometimes they're very important..."
As Jia Mingya finished speaking, she belatedly glanced at the number flashing on her phone screen, and her head started spinning.
Song Lan's angry voice came through the phone, "Mingya, it's me. What's going on? Why does the person who answered the phone say it's your mother?"
Song Lan's mind was also in turmoil.
She had just seen her son taken to the police station and was frantically searching for someone to rescue him. She hoped nothing else would go wrong.
But Jia Mingya frowned.
"Auntie, you've misunderstood. That was our maid. She was speaking in her hometown dialect. You might have misheard her!"
Upon hearing this, Song Lan finally felt relieved.
Saving her precious son is the most important thing right now; she can't care about anything else. As long as Jia Mingya has a solution, she doesn't care who she is.
"Mingya, I knew you would have a way!"
After Song Lan explained the whole story in a few words, Jia Mingya's smile froze on her face.
"Aunt Song, what do you mean by that? Wen Shuo is... in jail?"
Song Lan pursed her lips, feeling annoyed, but still tried her best to remain patient.
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