"Third Brother, did you ever look into Qiao Mo’s background?" Yan Jiu switched topics.
Fu Nancheng lowered his eyes in silence.
He had briefly looked into her background; she was brought into the Qiao family by Qiao Dehou at the age of fourteen, attended her first year at Shengde High School at sixteen, but suddenly transferred schools during the sumr break of her first year, just as he rembered from back then.
In terms of timing, it matched perfectly with when she was adopted from the orphanage, and when she disappeared after missing their eting.
Not only that, he recalled she once ntioned having a stepmother who didn’t like her, which aligned with Song Yuqin.
Moreover, putting these aside, from the first mont he saw her seven years later, he was sure it was her...
He never doubted.
He didn’t believe he could be wrong.
He hated her for so long, loved her for so long, how could he possibly be mistaken!
"Nancheng, don’t be anxious, birthmarks can be removed," Qin Zhaoran said gently.
"Third Brother, I just checked the school system for Shengde High School and Champion High School. Qiao Mo’s reason for transferring was listed as excellent grades, so she transferred directly from Shengde’s first year to Champion’s third year, taking the college entrance exam at seventeen."
"Also, after the transfer, Qiao Mo’s horoom teacher seed to be on friendly terms with Qiao Dehou. If Qiao Dehou asked a friend to look after his daughter, it wouldn’t be unusual."
The room fell into silence again, Fu Nancheng pressed his lips together without speaking.
He had never considered that she might not be her... not the person he was seeking.
But if she wasn’t, why did she resemble her so much?
After a mont of silence, Fu Nancheng spoke gravely: "I’ll et Qiao Dehou in the next couple of days to see what he says."
"But would that old fox tell the truth?"
"Now that he’s trapped in prison, and the Fu family is at its peak, I can’t think of any reason for him to lie."
...
Outside the room, Qiao Mo’s raised hand hung in mid-air, listening to the conversation inside absentmindedly, feeling a bit dazed.
So that’s why... he tore her dress that day...
Was he trying to find the birthmark he ntioned on her back?
So, was it because she wasn’t her, that he had been so cold these days?
The sea breeze outside softly blew, and the door to the study creaked open slightly. Fu Nancheng glanced up and t her gaze.
Breathed caught, he pressed his lips together silently.
Qiao Mo quietly looked at him as well, and after a few seconds, she softly asked: "Am I... not the person you’re looking for?"
He was montarily speechless, simply looking at her in silence.
With no answer forthcoming, Qiao Mo chuckled lightly and turned around, feeling as if the world was spinning.
Fu Nancheng quickly stepped forward and caught her.
Qiao Mo pushed him away, steadied herself against the wall.
She didn’t look at him, still sowhat dazed, as if she never imagined hearing such news!
Looking at her pale face, Fu Nancheng’s heart ached, and his eyes reddened: "Xiao Mo, I won’t be mistaken."
Qiao Mo smiled lightly, lifted her eyes to look at him: "But what if... what if you’re wrong?"
He rely watched her with deep, dark eyes, a hint of coldness in his gaze.
He remained silent, but she seed to already know the answer, feeling a chill rising from every part of her body.
If he was wrong... perhaps...
Perhaps he wouldn’t need her anymore.
Qiao Mo chuckled lightly, perhaps this would be better.
If she wasn’t, would he finally be able to let her go, would she no longer be bound by him...
Qiao Mo thought she should be happy.
But why did she feel like crying at this mont, overwheld with sadness?
A few seconds later, Qiao Mo forced a smile and softly said: "Tomorrow I’ll go with you to see my father."
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