Qin Lang glanced at An Ge and, after truthfully reporting her situation, asked, "Master, would you like to speak with your wife on the phone?"
Huo Shaoyan flicked away a bit of ash, took a long draw on his cigarette, and after a while, simply replied, "Hmm."
Following the instruction, Qin Lang quickly brought the phone to An Ge, saying, "Madam, it’s Master; he wants to speak with you."
An Ge was feeling very down at the mont. She frowned and said in a low voice, "I... don’t really want to talk to anyone right now, maybe later."
Of course, Huo Shaoyan, on the other end of the phone, heard the dejection in her voice.
He picked up on the lancholy in her tone and decided to respect her mood.
After Qin Lang ended the call with Huo Shaoyan, he suggested to An Ge, "Madam, shall we start digging?"
With the help of Qin Lang and the bodyguards, they quickly dug up the burial spot.
As An Ge placed Ms. Wen Ning’s urn into the pit, she noticed an exposed corner of a coffin in the earth beside it. The wood was decayed, but its shape suggested it was only about a ter long.
In those brief seconds, mories of Wen Ning’s incoherent words flashed through An Ge’s mind.
"Shengsheng, don’t worry; I’ve hidden your daughter away. Bad people... won’t be able to find her."
"Your daughter is so adorable, just like mine."
"But... but my daughter will never co back."
"I won’t live long. Bury with my daughter..."
It was as if a blinding light burst from above her, and so truth, long hidden, surged forward with urgency.
Could it be that she was not her mother’s biological daughter?
If she wasn’t, then whose daughter was she?
An Ge forcibly suppressed the wild thoughts rising in her mind, maintaining her composure and pushing everything down.
After burying Ms. Wen Ning, she followed the instructions to unearth what Wen Ning had left for her in Granny An Ge’s grave.
It was a white porcelain jar wrapped in red silk cloth. Apart from the white porcelain jar, there was nothing else.
Just as An Ge was about to open the white porcelain jar, Qin Lang, standing beside her, said, "It feels... like soone has been here. It looks like your granny’s grave was tampered with."
An Ge was surprised. "Are you sure?"
Qin Lang shook his head. "Logically, given how long your granny has been gone, the soil shouldn’t still be so loose. But... this heavy snowfall covered all traces; I’m not sure."
An Ge pondered for a few seconds before opening the white porcelain jar.
The mouth of the jar was wide enough, so it was clear at a glance what it contained.
Qin Lang was ahead of her, saying, "It’s ashes."
An Ge was taken aback, as a thought occurred to her, "It could be my master’s ashes..."
But why would they be buried in her granny’s grave?
An Ge couldn’t figure it out.
Qin Lang reminded her, "Why not search again to see if there’s anything else?"
An Ge nodded, "Alright."
anwhile, in the hospital room where Fu Rou was, An Baoying stood anxiously at Fu Rou’s bedside.
"Aunt..."
Just as she was about to speak, Huo Shaoyan, who had just finished speaking with Fu Rou’s attending physician outside, pushed the door open and entered, causing the words to get stuck in her throat.
She gazed longingly at Huo Shaoyan.
However, Huo Shaoyan didn’t spare her a glance. In a cold voice, he demanded, "Who let you out?"
Recently, Fu Rou received so treatnt for her eyes, so her vision had partially recovered, allowing her to vaguely discern the outline of a person.
She looked toward where Huo Shaoyan’s voice had co from and said, "I asked her to co."
Huo Shaoyan walked to her bedside, "Why did you call her? So she could continue playing tricks with the wheelchair you’re sitting in, and then put on a show of saving your life?"
Fu Rou admonished him, "What are you talking about? Baoying has already explained it clearly to ; she didn’t tamper with my wheelchair. The recording was made by Baoying in a fit of anger at An Ge. You have to understand, Baoying loves you so much, and An Ge has always been trying to seduce you behind her back. She spoke those words in a mont of fury and didn’t an them. Even if she did ss with my wheelchair, it was because she loves you too much and acted foolishly out of that love, wanting to marry you. This doesn’t an she can’t be forgiven. Besides, she’s pregnant with twins right now."
Huo Shaoyan replied, "So what?"
Fu Rou said, "I’m not hoping you’ll change your mind and marry her right away, but could you not treat her family harshly at least out of consideration for the two babies she’s carrying? The fact that you have surrounded the An Family residence so tightly—what does that look like to outsiders? No one behaves so abusively."
After Fu Rou finished speaking, Huo Shaoyan finally cast a glance at An Baoying, "What’s happened before, I can let slide for now. Focus on taking care of the pregnancy, and stop plotting behind my back. Now leave."
Despite Huo Shaoyan’s extrely cruel attitude towards her, An Baoying wasn’t the least bit angry.
At least now she had regained her freedom.
At least Fu Rou was on her side.
At least she still had the potential to make a coback.
Thinking about this, An Baoying tactfully exited the hospital room.
She called Bai ilan, who was still confined in the An Family residence, as soon as she left the room, "Mom, Young Master Huo has agreed to let us go."
Bai ilan’s face lit up with delight, "See, I told you, as long as we work together, we can get through anything. Baoying, co back quickly; I have great news for you. We’re about to turn things around."
Upon hearing this, An Baoying’s eyes lit up, and she hurriedly asked, "Mom, what’s the good news?"
After closing the bedroom door tightly, Bai ilan took out a White Jade Pendant from a small black box, saying, "Do you rember what I told you three days ago?"
An Baoying said, "You told how Wen Ning regained consciousness for a few minutes before passing. She personally entrusted An Ge with so things and ntioned leaving sothing valuable for her in Granny An Ge’s grave. Mom, what about it?"
Bai ilan said, "I never expected that wretched Wen Ning to leave sothing so significant for An Ge—an exquisite White Jade Pendant worth at least tens of millions, with the character ’Qin’ engraved on it. Didn’t you ntion before that Young Master Huo and the others were looking for a woman with the surna Qin? I’m wondering if this pendant could be related to the woman they’re searching for. If there is a connection, can we use this pendant to our advantage?"
An Baoying was thrilled, "Mom, I found out that Young Master Huo has a deeply cherished mory of a woman surnad Qin, possibly that woman’s daughter. Should we be more strategic in our approach, wait, and plan carefully?"
Bai ilan was satisfied with An Baoying’s cautious attitude, "Baoying, you’ve matured; you realize now the importance of using your head when dealing with situations. From what I understand, if this pendant is indeed connected to the woman surnad Qin, then she might be An Ge’s master. Wen Ning hid this pendant so deeply; there must be a monuntal secret behind it. So, we need to fully understand what’s going on first."
An Baoying said, "Mom, I just thought of sothing, why is An Ge’s wretched blood able to cure Young Master Huo’s strange disease? Does she have special blood?"
The question briefly stumped Bai ilan.
After a quick ntal calculation, she replied, "Your father and that wretched Wen Ning are both blood type AB, and that wretched child An Ge is also AB, so there’s nothing special about it."
An Baoying hesitated, "I’m also blood type AB. So why can’t I give blood to Young Master Huo? Mom, should we investigate An Ge’s blood type further? Maybe we’ll find sothing."
Bai ilan agreed, "You’re right; knowing both ourselves and our enemy is the only way to be victorious in every battle."
...
At eight in the evening, An Ge returned to Jingcheng after handling Ms. Wen Ning’s funeral affairs.
After disembarking from the helicopter, with hardly a bite eaten all day, she wore a pallor on her face.
That was when Huo Shaoyan’s call ca.
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