Chapter 211 Calling the Master to Investigate the Murder
Leukemia? Umbilical cord blood?
Murong Ting stood there, completely stunned.
An incredible possibility slowly surfaced in my mind.
Five years ago, Yan Yan married him under the identity of Kong Wange. He did not know her true identity and thought she was after the power of the Murong family, so he said many harsh words to her.
But she...
After that night, she disappeared.
What did she say to herself that night?
Oh, right, she said she wanted a child.
In an instant, Murong Ting felt an indescribable bitterness spread from his stomach to the tip of his tongue.
It matches up, it matches up perfectly.
He once thought she was greedy and insatiable.
Now he understands that she came to him and gave birth to Chi Bao and Chen Bao, actually to save their other child!
Murong Ting suddenly found it difficult to breathe.
It turns out that she had endured so much all by herself, without his knowledge...
His hands trembled slightly, and his voice was hoarse as he said, "Lin Cheng, do you think Wanwan will forgive me?"
Just now, he had considered that Wanwan's willingness to give birth to their first child proved that she might still have feelings for him, and that they could reconcile.
But right now, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
If it was just a one-night stand, he might still be able to make amends for what happened back then. But Wanwan suffered so much pain that she shouldn't have had to bear alone, all while he was completely unaware of it.
He thought of her panic when she found out she was pregnant and he wasn't there for her.
She thought of the despair and helplessness she felt when her child was diagnosed.
Thinking of the hardships she endured, wiping away her tears, forcing herself to be strong, marrying him, and raising Xiao Chi and Xiao Chen alone.
Thinking of the five years she spent being chased and forced to hide alone abroad...
The more he thought about it, the more difficult it became for him to breathe.
Having lived for nearly thirty years, this was the first time he truly understood what it meant to be heartbroken.
He clenched his fists tightly, his eyes reddening, feeling as if every breath was carrying ice shards, piercing his lungs and causing unbearable pain.
She has gone through so much, even if he were to go through hell and high water now, he would still be to blame!
Lin Cheng felt sad when he thought about what Kong Wange had gone through alone: "Sigh, Young Master Ting, the young mistress has really had a tough time these past years."
After Lin Cheng finished speaking, he saw that Murong Ting's expression was filled with unconcealed pain after the initial shock, and he couldn't help but comfort him: "Young Master Ting... don't be too sad. After all, there was a misunderstanding between you and the young mistress. I don't think you can be entirely blamed for many things. Back then, you were so eager to find the young mistress that you wanted to turn the whole Jin Town upside down. In the end, you had no choice but to accept her death."
"Over the years, you've always thought about the young mistress. But who would have thought that she had two names? If you ask me, the real culprit is the person who hijacked the letter. That person is utterly disgusting. If it weren't for him, would you and the young mistress have misunderstood each other for so many years? If it weren't for these misunderstandings, you and the young mistress would have been living happily ever after."
The more he listened, the more sense it made, and he couldn't help but curse out loud: "That person who stole the letter is simply inhuman! Doing such a heinous thing, doesn't he fear retribution?"
Murong Ting remained silent for a while, then spoke in a low voice: "Speaking of the letter, how's your investigation going?"
Lin Cheng replied, "Young Master Ting, I've had Chu Ning and his men thoroughly investigate the entry and exit records of Jinzhen from six years ago, and they actually found some anomalies."
"What's wrong?"
“A person from Kyoto has been to Jinzhen.”
Murong Ting looked up: "People from the capital?"
"Yes, Jinzhen is just a small rural place. Apart from the locals, the flow of people is pitifully small. After we checked back and forth, we finally only had this one left as a suspect!"
Murong Ting's eyes flashed sharply: "Have you found the name?"
"It's a woman named Zhang Fengyao."
Murong Ting frowned: "What's their background?"
"Young Master Ting, this is where the strangeness lies. After we found this person, we immediately investigated her background, and guess what? Her identity is fake. Zhang Fengyao has been dead for several years!"
Murong Ting walked back to the table without saying a word.
Lin Cheng started rambling on and on, analyzing the situation: "Tell me, why would this person use a fake identity? If you ask me, it's obviously because they have a guilty conscience. This person is definitely the one who drugged you and stole the letter back then!"
Murong Ting closed his eyes briefly, then opened them again, and got up to leave.
Lin Cheng was taken aback: "Young Master Ting, what are you doing?"
"I'm going to find Wanwan."
Lin Cheng exclaimed, "Ah! What do you want to say to the young mistress?"
Murong Ting's eyes darkened slightly: "I need to go and clarify what happened back then."
"Explain yourself?" Lin Cheng was a little confused. "But we haven't found the person who stole the letter yet. Didn't you say before that you would talk to the young mistress after finding evidence, otherwise you were afraid she wouldn't believe you?"
“I was too naive before. Now we can’t wait any longer,” Murong Ting said directly. “The clues have almost run dry here. If we continue to investigate along the fake identity, I don’t know how long it will take. Wanwan and I can’t afford to wait any longer.”
After saying that, he left the study without looking back.
Lin Cheng watched his retreating figure and muttered to himself, "If it weren't for the fact that Young Master Ting is capable of getting things done, he would just have to believe whatever he says."
Inside the bedroom.
Kong Wange got into bed, but tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
My mind was filled with thoughts: if it wasn't the Kong family, then who was the murderer who killed my mother?
After thinking it over, she decided to ask her master about the situation.
After all, apart from the Kong family, the person who understood her mother best was her master.
She pulled out her contacts and called Yan Heli.
After a few pleasantries, Yan Heli noticed Kong Wange's hesitation and said bluntly, "Little Ge'er, just say what you want to say, don't dawdle."
Kong Wange thought for a moment, then said without further hesitation, "Master... I do have something I want to ask you, it's about my mother?"
"Your mother?" Yan Heli paused.
“Yes, Master, do you know that my mother is actually a member of the Wen family?”
After Kong Wange finished speaking, Yan Heli fell silent.
After a long pause, he sighed and said, "You know everything? Was it Kong Zhizhao who told you?"
Kong Wange took a deep breath: "Well, Master, my mother is from the Wen family, and Kong Zhizhao is not my biological father. Why have you never mentioned these things to me?"
The Wen family is a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners with a century-long tradition. Even though she grew up in the countryside, she had heard of this family.
Kyoto has four major families: the An family, the Qin family, the Tang family, and the Su family.
These four powerful families control the finances of the entire capital.
Compared to these four great families, the Kong family was nothing more than a tiny shrimp in the ocean, not even worth a glance.
The Wen family is a special case; it exists outside the four major families, yet it enjoys great respect from them.
It is solely due to its astonishing medical skills passed down through generations.
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