Chapter 636 Biological Father
Seeing Kong Wange in a daze, Murong Ting squeezed her hand under the table and answered for her with a smile: "Actually, we have a place to stay, but it would be better to come back here occasionally to see the children. We'll move out after the New Year."
Kong Wange came to her senses and realized that Anya had completely accepted her. She smiled and nodded, saying, "The eighth day of the first lunar month is fine. The old almanac says it's auspicious to move."
Anya nodded, about to speak, when a servant walked over from a short distance away and whispered a few words in her ear.
She picked up a tissue from the side and wiped her mouth: "You guys eat first, I'll be right back."
After saying that, she got up and followed the maid.
After Anya left her seat, Anzhi smiled and said to Kong Wange, "Wange, your fourth aunt and I have wanted to meet you for a long time, but we never had the chance. Now that we've met you, you are indeed as Jingjing said, very likable and endearing. From now on, treat this place as your own home. If you need anything, just tell Aunt Zhao directly. Don't be shy."
Kong Wange smiled and said, "Don't worry, Second Aunt, I know."
As she responded, Anzhen had already taken her hand and whispered, "Wange, your medical skills are superb. Later, you can take your uncle's pulse. He's been feeling weak lately..."
"Hey, Xiao Zhen, what are you saying?" Fourth Uncle pulled An Zhen aside.
Anzhen slapped his hand away: "Go away, don't interrupt my conversation with Wan Ge."
Kong Wange smiled and agreed: "Okay, I'll take a look after we finish eating. Generally, people's bodies are not as agile as they used to be by middle age. There's no need to be afraid to see a doctor. If there is a problem, a few doses of medicine will usually fix it."
"Did you hear that? Don't hide your illness from the doctor!" Anzhen glared at her fourth uncle, then turned and pulled Kong Wange aside, saying, "Wange, let me tell you, you don't know..."
The Spring Festival Gala was playing on TV. At the dinner table, Murong Ting and his second aunt's husband were discussing a batch of antiques. An Zhi, in high spirits, picked up a piece of paper and pen and started drawing. An Zhen and Kong Wange were chatting happily, while her fourth brother-in-law sighed repeatedly.
Overall, it was a harmonious and joyful scene.
This joyful atmosphere lasted until Anya returned.
Seeing her face darken and her aura harden, everyone at the table sensed something was wrong.
An Zhi was the first to put down her pen, frowning as she asked, "Sister, what happened?"
Anya did not respond, but stared coldly at Kong Wange.
Murong Ting sensed something was wrong and instinctively pulled Kong Wange behind him, frowning as he looked at An Ya: "Auntie, what's wrong?"
Anya took a deep breath and said slowly, "Wange, I heard from Xiaoting that you are also a victim of Boss Tang's bad deeds, and you still don't know who your biological father is, right?"
Hearing her mention this, Kong Wange's heart skipped a beat.
Noticing her reaction, Murong Ting frowned and said, "Aunt, I've already told you the whole story, why are you suddenly bringing this up again?"
"Xiao Ting, don't interrupt. Let's take a look at this first." Anya sneered, pulled an envelope from the express delivery bag she was holding, and threw it directly in front of Kong Wange.
Kong Wange was stunned for a moment, staring at the envelope without reacting.
Murong Ting frowned and reached for the envelope.
Kong Wange seemed to wake from a dream and reached out to pull him back: "Wait, I can do it myself."
Murong Ting's hand froze in mid-air before retreating a moment later.
Kong Wange took a deep breath, picked up the envelope, opened it, and read it from beginning to end.
"My daughter, Wan Ge: Zhan Xin An."
By the time you read this letter, your father will have already passed away. Please forgive me for not contacting you all these years. It's not that I didn't want to, but that I couldn't. It was only before I left that I learned you were not a descendant of the Kong family, but my own daughter.
When I was young, I made many mistakes and hurt many people, including your mother. I only began to regret it on my deathbed. I was blinded by hatred all my life. If I had known earlier that you were my daughter and that your mother had not betrayed me, would everything have been different? Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs".
Daughter, my only wish in this life is that you can live a happy life and not have to bear the sins I have committed throughout my life.
If there is an afterlife, I will certainly not live in hatred, but will love your mother well, and love you well.
The letter was signed at the end with a single, clear character: "Tang".
When Kong Wange finished reading, her hands trembled uncontrollably, and the letter fell onto the table.
Seeing Kong Wange's reaction, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment and then turned to Murong Ting.
However, Murong Ting's emotions were clearly unable to calm down.
He picked up the letter, took a deep breath, and looked at Anya: "Do you think Wanwan's father is Boss Tang?"
Anya said coldly, "I hope it's not true, but it's clearly written in this letter, so how can anyone not believe it!"
Murong Ting sneered: "To draw such a conclusion based on just one letter is simply laughable."
He picked up the letter and asked, "This is clearly instigated by someone. Who mailed this letter to you?"
Anya said calmly, "Whether it's instigation or not is unimportant. I only care whether what's in the letter is true. Xiaoting, you said one letter isn't enough, so how about adding this one?"
Anya then took out a hairpin from the sealed bag and looked at Kong Wange: "This is a nestable hairpin, with a unique design. There are usually two of them, a typical couple's style. This one is engraved with the character 'Tang'. I'm asking you, is the other one with your mother?"
Kong Wange stared blankly at the hairpin, subconsciously thinking of the relics her mother had left behind. There was indeed such a hairpin among them, with the exact same style as the one in front of her.
The character "意" is engraved on it.
Her hands unconsciously clenched into fists, her nails digging into her flesh, yet she felt nothing.
Anya stared intently at Kong Wange and said, word by word, "Wange, I believe you won't lie. Today, if you just say it's not true, I'll treat this letter as fake and won't believe a single word of it."
Kong Wange opened her mouth, but found that she couldn't make a sound; she couldn't lie.
Murong Ting sensed something was wrong and pulled her close, saying, "Wanwan, you..."
After a long pause, Kong Wange gave a bitter smile and said, "My mother did indeed have one of these hairpins."
After he finished speaking, the entire room fell silent.
Although An Zhi and An Zhen didn't know the specifics, they could roughly understand that Kong Wange's recognition seemed to indicate that something was about to be settled.
Anya took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled, and looked at Murong Ting, saying, "She admitted it herself, so what else is there to say?"
Murong Ting's eyes surged with emotion, and after a moment he spoke: "Even so, it may not prove anything. Hairpins and letters can be forged. To make such a judgment is too hasty."
Anya nodded: "You're right, but take another look at this."
She took the last item out of the sealed bag and placed it on the table.
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