Guan Liang whistled in appreciation again, pulling up the immigration records from those years, which indeed had the na "Huangfu Huazhang" in them.
"Although that year was not his first ti coming to M Country—you see, there’s a record of him frequently traveling back and forth between M Country and China over the past 20 years; but undoubtedly, his entry record that year was a milestone, after which his frequency of leaving M Country greatly reduced."
"Which ans it can be proven that from that year onwards, he officially settled in M Country, and his identity was formally recognized by the Ford family."
"Yes," Guan Liang’s fingers clattered, suddenly turning back to wink at Tang Yan Yi: "If I hack into the multinational household registration system and sothing goes wrong, will you help face the music?"
Tang Yan Yi imdiately understood Guan Liang’s idea, this ti she didn’t act assertively, instead she stepped forward and patted him: "Stop it."
Guan Liang was a bit surprised, and also a bit regretful.
Tang Yan Yi could only sigh: "I know you want to check Huangfu Huazhang’s mother’s information, so you want to directly hack into China’s household registration system. I’m telling you this is a big deal, don’t ss around!"
Guan Liang felt like a child itching to do sothing: "I’m not a CIA employee; I just want to borrow that person’s information."
"Don’t ss around, leave it to ." Tang Yan Yi glanced at Guan Liang, dialing a private phone: "Yes, yes, thank you for your trouble, thank you."
"Who did you contact?" Guan Liang asked curiously.
Tang Yan Yi shot Guan Liang a glance: "Since we need to handle this case properly, we just need to explain the situation to the Chinese police, and once the case can be disclosed, we can send an official letter afterwards."
Guan Liang pouted: "I don’t have a father like yours who, being Chinese, is a high-ranking official in M Country’s police. I don’t know anyone."
Tang Yan Yi ignored him, just found a computer and checked the emails. Soon an email ca through, and a photo of a woman slowly opened... Tang Yan Yi and Guan Liang pressed their heads together, looking at the screen, and couldn’t help but gasp in amazent.
The woman in the photo was wearing a modified Chinese cheongsam dress, standing by the waterside. Her long black hair was simply braided into a single plait hanging down her back, without any extra adornnt, yet her serene and beautiful face made her look exactly like a lotus standing gracefully by the water’s edge.
"I rember now," Guan Liang snapped his fingers: "She looks very much like the young Lin Huiyin."
Tang Yan Yi raised an eyebrow slightly: "Xu Zhimo beca tiless with ’Farewell to Cambridge’, and coincidentally, we have a Kangchuan here."
What’s more, by coincidence, the chairman of Kangchuan University is Huangfu Huazhang! It’s as if an invisible hand is connecting all these seemingly unrelated people and events together.
Guan Liang knew that Tang Yan Yi suddenly changing the topic must be because she was reminded of the ti Tang Yanqing was with Shi Nian at Kangchuan University, he carefully observed Tang Yan Yi, not daring to respond rashly.
Tang Yan Yi squinted her eyes: "n all like shy girls like water lilies, don’t they? As long as they are Chinese n, even when they co to M Country, they can’t change that."
Guan Liang observed carefully again and cautiously replied: "...actually, not necessarily. It depends on the person."
Tang Yan Yi looked up at him: "Then what do you think my older brother would prefer?"
Guan Liang was in a bit of a bind... a personality like Mr. Tang’s, which is strong, usually prefers shy girls, because of their complentary personalities, they can attract each other with their distinctiveness.
Guan Liang could only smile awkwardly: "With Mr. Tang’s heart, even you as a younger sister don’t dare to claim to understand him fully, right? I’ve known Mr. Tang for such a short ti, I don’t dare to guess recklessly."
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Shi Nian, after finishing his conversation with Mrs. Luo, imdiately contacted the police departnt of that small town from years ago, asking about the whereabouts and contact information of the Luo Family’s neighbor, Mrs. Wang.
Mrs. Wang had moved many years ago, but when she heard Shi Nian asking about Rosa’s matter, she couldn’t help but sigh.
"Actually, I’ve felt guilty about this for many years... Mrs. Luo entrusted Rosa to , but I didn’t do my part. When I heard no noise from the TV next door, I just assud Rosa had gone to sleep."
Shi Nian nodded: "Mrs. Wang, tell about Rosa back then."
Fifteen years ago, Rosa shyly smiled in photographs, looking nothing like the Rosa of today.
Mrs. Wang sighed repeatedly: "...those years, Mr. Luo and Mrs. Luo had so issues in their relationship. Although they both loved Rosa very much, you know, us Chinese sotis forget to consider the child’s feelings, so they were often heard arguing in front of Rosa."
"Sotis I’d walk into the corridor and see Rosa crying there by herself. I couldn’t bear it, so occasionally I’d bring Rosa over to my house to play with my children. Once it got quiet next door, I’d take her back."
Shi Nian listened, feeling all sorts of lancholy.
One can imagine, facing the parents’ unbridled and endless argunts, how helpless and despairing Rosa must have felt at just twelve years old. She had also tried in vain to intervene, hoping her parents would stop fighting and pay attention to her... but after countless failures, she could only learn to silently endure, silently shedding tears in sorrow.
Sotis even hiding in her room was futile; the sound of arguing continued to echo from the living room, penetrating the walls, piercing her eardrums, like demonic chants that she could not escape.
She could only leave the house and secretly cry in the hallway.
She truly hoped her arguing parents would suddenly notice she was gone, that she wasn’t ho, and then they would forget their quarrel, hastily put on coats and shoes, and rush out of the house... then they would see her standing alone in the hallway, and the family could reunite in harmony.
But even such hopes repeatedly fell through. Kind Mrs. Wang brought her back to the Wang Family, yet her parents had completely forgotten about her disappearance, only realizing she wasn’t there when they grew tired of arguing and Mrs. Wang returned her...
In that family, in the eyes of those parents who claid to love her with their lives, she was truly nothing more than a wisp of transparent air, whether present or not, it made no difference.
Shi Nian suddenly felt a pang in his heart, sensing sothing amiss in the recounting of the case from back then.
——Rosa’s mom originally said the clown climbed through the window to steal, right? But from the police records, it seems that the clown, after "knocking out" Rosa, only took Rosa away and didn’t take any of the Luo family’s belongings.
Shi Nian narrowed his eyes, and two contrasting fras appeared before him: one showing the clown’s smiling face, representing joy in the children’s minds, and the other a deserted house, with the parents again breaking their promises, trading the laughter of the clown play for her solitude...
If a twelve-year-old child had to choose, which would she prefer?
...But this was only speculation, and it couldn’t be verified face-to-face with Rosa.
Even though he wanted to know the truth, he couldn’t bear to question Rosa. That would be too cruel, he was in no position to do so.
Fortunately, there was another person in the world who might have glimpsed Rosa’s true state of mind back then—the psychologist Rosa had visited for three years.
But only Rosa and her parents knew about this psychologist, and Rosa’s mom, being wary, was unwilling to divulge any information.
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After struggling for a few days, Luo Xiansheng still parked his car outside Tang Yansheng’s shop "Middle Ages."
Standing at the quaint entrance, Luo Xiansheng saw his bright red "LaFerrari" through the glass window and felt a flush creeping up to his ears.
Compared to Tang Yansheng’s shop, his car seed "childish, flashy, awkward" to the extre.
These six words were given to him by Yanqing. Though he felt Yanqing was even more suited to drive the LaFerrari than he was, Yanqing simply didn’t care.
The more he looked at the car in the shop window, the more awkward it seed; he regretted bringing this car today. He wanted to drive away but couldn’t bear to leave without entering. Frustrated, he ruffled his hair, feeling sowhat anxious as he went inside.
"Yu Huan" guarded the entrance, immovable by many.
Understanding these unspoken rules, Luo Xiansheng pushed the door open with a flattering smile: "Hey, world’s number one handso guy!"
Yu Huan was indeed pleased, stretching his jade-white wings while perched on the golden-painted cage stand: "Hello, second handso!"
Although he was called "second," Luo Xiansheng felt content that he could use this mont to push Yanqing further down the ranks; even if he lost to a parrot, he felt a sense of balance.
Today, Xiao Kai was on duty, and upon eting, he greeted with a light smile: "You’re here."
Luo Xiansheng cautiously asked: "Does your boss have any guests today?"
Xiao Kai showed sympathy: "Yes. It’s a gentleman."
Luo Xiansheng hurriedly walked inside and saw in the tea area, across a long wooden table, Tang Yansheng sat calmly with a serene and profound smile, quietly facing a man seated opposite. Neither spoke, occasionally moving the Zen ditation sand table on the table to transform the patterns into another form.
The tranquility and tacit understanding conveyed in that speechless realm were sothing Luo Xiansheng could never achieve.
He stared tightly at the tall, straight back from behind.
He recognized him—it was the "Cousin" from that night—Huangfu Huazhang.
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