After all, the matter wasn’t difficult to handle, and he was happy to send that woman abroad to prevent her from troubling Qiao Mo again.
It’s undeniable that Mrs. Chen had precisely this thought in mind.
Shi Qing, being spoiled since childhood, had likely developed a penchant for revenge after experiencing such a major incident.
But now, she understood clearer than anyone that Shi Qing’s limited intelligence and scheming couldn’t possibly rival the man before her. If she were to try, it would be akin to courting death!
"Speak." Fu Nancheng spoke up again.
Mrs. Chen was silent for a mont, then slowly said, "Actually... the person you’re looking for originally had died."
Upon hearing this, Fu Nancheng froze slightly.
Even though he had considered this possibility, hearing it firsthand was still poignant.
The mory of the girl with pigtails was still vivid; given her age, she was still young.
But unexpectedly... she had actually died.
Oh, wait.
She said originally died? That ans the person isn’t dead after all.
Fu Nancheng ca to his senses, with his dark eyes waiting for what cos next.
"Actually... she is very close to you. If you just... make a bit more effort, you might be able to find her." Mrs. Chen spoke with a faint smile.
He furrowed his brow slightly, remaining silent.
Mrs. Chen suddenly smiled and leaned forward, her handcuffed hands resting on the table, getting a bit closer to Fu Nancheng.
"Eight years ago, a fire nearly burned her to death." She stared at him, speaking slowly, her gaze carrying a touch of eeriness.
Fu Nancheng paused slightly, a fire?
Instantly, his mind conjured the image of flas from that photograph.
Altered to a dense shade of orange, at a glance, it was so dark and tragic it was unsettling.
"Were those photographs sent by your people?" He squinted his eyes, a cold glint crossing his gaze.
Mrs. Chen paused slightly, "What photographs?"
Fu Nancheng remained silent, scrutinizing her deanor. Seeing she didn’t appear to be pretending, he creased his brow.
It seems it wasn’t her.
"Continue." He spoke coldly.
Mrs. Chen suddenly ceased talking and whispered, "Fu Nancheng, I want a reduced sentence."
An ironic flicker flashed in his eyes, "I’m not the judiciary."
"But I know you can influence the judiciary!" Mrs. Chen’s voice was low but sharp.
His fingers gently tapped the tabletop, each beat in sync with his heartbeat, faster and faster...
Mrs. Chen’s face turned a bit paler, looking at him with so nervousness and unease.
She simply didn’t want to spend the rest of her life here; nobody knows how unbearable life here can be!
Those won act like maniacs, and knowing her previous identity, none of them would treat her kindly!
"In that case, I don’t think there’s any need to continue this conversation. Regarding the Chen family’s young lady, it’s best to consult Mr. Chen for a solution. After all, he is Chen Shiqing’s father."
With that, Fu Nancheng had already stood up, clearly having no intention to continue the conversation.
Watching his back, Mrs. Chen felt a tightness in her chest.
Clearly, she had heard the implication in his words!
If he refused to help, even Old Chen would be unable to send Shi Qing abroad despite his efforts!
Moreover, given his ans, she had no doubt he’d make their life in the country difficult!
"Fu Nancheng!" Mrs. Chen called out in a panic.
His steps paused slightly, waiting for what cos next.
"Do you really have no interest in knowing how that girl is doing now? Don’t you want to know who she is?"
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