Chapter 637 A Shocking Blow
Anya had placed a cell phone on the table.
All eyes instantly focused on that old-fashioned keypad phone.
Anya said in a deep voice, "You haven't forgotten Boss Tang's phone number, have you? Didn't you say before that you couldn't get through? Try calling again."
A hint of surprise finally flashed in Murong Ting's eyes. After a long while, he said, "You mean... this phone belongs to Boss Tang?"
"Whether it is or not, we'll know once we hit it."
He didn't move, but Kong Wange next to him did.
She stood up, glanced at the phone, then took out her own phone and said, forcing down a trembling voice, "Okay, I'll call."
Murong Ting grabbed her hand tightly: "Wanwan..."
Kong Wange shook her head to indicate that she was fine, and then pressed the dial button.
A moment later, Anya's phone vibrated, accompanied by a jarring and outdated ringtone.
The phone number that was previously unreachable is now accessible again.
Moreover, the phone still contains call records with Wen Zirou from over a decade ago, proving that the phone truly belongs to Boss Tang.
Letter, hairpin, cell phone.
Everything clearly points to one thing—the person who left this suicide note was Tang Laoda, and Tang Laoda was Kong Wange's biological father.
With all the evidence laid out before her, even Kong Wange was bewildered. She could no longer hold on, staggered, and instinctively braced herself on the table.
"Wanwan!" Murong Ting pulled her into his arms.
A hint of reluctance flashed across Anya's eyes, but she still hardened her face and said coldly, "Wange, don't blame me for being heartless. Boss Tang is the culprit who killed A-Ting's parents and my sister and brother-in-law. Our family has an irreconcilable hatred for him. Since you are his daughter, I cannot let you stay in the An family no matter what."
"Also, you should understand Xiaoting's feelings for you. He definitely won't bring up divorce on his own initiative. I hope you can bring it up yourself so that we don't make things difficult for everyone."
Kong Wange closed her eyes briefly, then opened them again and said, "I understand, I'll leave now."
This sudden change stunned everyone. After recovering, Anzhen was the first to speak: "Sister, there are still some doubts about this matter. Let's discuss it further..."
"No one is allowed to say another word," Anya suddenly said sharply, "All of you, sit back down!"
Anzhen's words were stuck in her throat, and after a long while, she could only sit back down in her seat after being comforted by her fourth brother-in-law.
Everyone understood that once this old story was brought up, Anya would be unable to calm down and listen to any opinions.
Kong Wange gave a bitter smile: "I'm sorry I upset everyone on New Year's Eve. Just pretend I was never here."
After saying that, she turned around and strode away.
Without saying a word, Murong Ting picked up his clothes and followed behind her.
Missing Anya for a moment, she gritted her teeth and said, "Xiao Ting, she's the daughter of the murderer who killed your parents. Do you really want to go with her? If you dare to step out of this door today, don't ever come back!"
Murong Ting paused slightly, then said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry, Aunt, I have to go after them. Please take care of the children for now."
After saying that, he turned around and left with Kong Wange without looking back.
Seeing Murong Ting leave, Anya staggered and sat down on the chair next to him.
"Big sister!" An Zhi rushed over to help her when she saw this.
Anya waved her hand and murmured softly, "A tragic fate, all of it is a tragic fate..."
...
Kong Wange walked quickly to the car.
She was glad she had bought a car recently, so at least she wouldn't be standing on the roadside in the cold wind.
Sitting in the driver's seat and turning on the heater, she finally regained some of her senses.
After thinking it over and over, she still found it funny. They were searching everywhere for Boss Tang to avenge her mother and Murong Ting's parents, but in the end, it turned out that Boss Tang was actually her biological father.
Her biological father killed her mother and also killed Murong Ting's parents.
She felt lost for a moment.
So what should she do?
Should we personally send this Boss Tang to prison?
But that opportunity is now gone.
Because Boss Tang is already dead.
This truly is a case of "drawing one's sword and looking around, feeling utterly lost."
She scoffed, leaned back in her seat, and covered her face with her hands.
Just then, the passenger door was opened.
A person exuding a chill sat down.
Kong Wange turned around and saw Murong Ting untying his scarf, and was taken aback: "Why did you come out?"
“I’m worried about you being alone. Wanwan, don’t be afraid. Even if the whole world abandons you, I will never give up on you. So please don’t leave me, okay?” Murong Ting said gently.
A surge of warmth welled up in Kong Wange's heart, and tears almost welled up in her eyes.
She sniffed and murmured, "Murong Ting, don't you hate me?"
Hearing her words, Murong Ting knew that she must have been overwhelmed by the news and, in her emotional state, had become fixated on it.
He sighed, turned around, and pulled the person into his arms: "Do you think I should hate you?"
Kong Wange didn't actually know either.
But Anya's gaze just now clearly looked at her as if she were some heinous criminal.
Hearing her silence, Murong Ting grabbed her shoulders and looked at her seriously, saying, "You also believe you are Boss Tang's daughter?"
Kong Wange didn't know what he wanted to say, but meeting his gaze brought a strange sense of peace to her heart. She pursed her lips: "I don't want to think that way either, but what happened today..."
"Don't you think those things appeared too coincidentally?" Murong Ting said slowly, "Letter, hairpin, cell phone, let's not even talk about who mailed these things to Auntie, just the fact that these things appeared one by one is obviously as if they can't wait to prove something."
“If that Boss Tang were alive, we could still find him to verify, but this is a suicide note, and he's dead. Is there really such a coincidence? Do you think this makes sense?”
Hearing Murong Ting say this, Kong Wange's rationality finally began to return little by little: "What you said is true, but the hairpin is my mother's private property, how would outsiders know? Besides, there is that phone, if it weren't for Boss Tang, no one else could have gotten it."
“I don’t understand these things either,” Murong Ting said in a deep voice. “But think about that letter carefully. He didn’t even leave his full name. Who is he? What hatred does he have? Why did he kill so many people? Why did he and your mother separate back then? None of these things are explained. What does that mean? Either he repented before he died and didn’t have time to say it, or…”
"The more you say, the more mistakes you make!" Under his guidance, Kong Wange's emotions gradually calmed down, and her eyes became clear.
Murong Ting knew that she had broken free from her previous confusion, and he felt a little relieved. He nodded and said, "Not only that, since he was able to send a letter, it means that he was closely watching your every move while he was alive. If he really wanted to repent, why didn't he meet with you while he was alive? Why did he have to wait until he died to write a letter? Besides, this letter wasn't even for you; it was mailed to my aunt."
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