Everyone present knew that the "Han Qingqing" before them was Q, the one whose hands were stained with the lives of many from the Han Family, but there was no evidence.
Q was extrely cunning, always hiding behind the scenes, directing others to act without those carrying out his instructions even knowing who he was.
Q was certain of this, which is why when Xia Wan’an was reading the diary, in a mont of desperation, Q threw out the lighter and still managed to claim that he wasn’t Q, even after such an obvious exposure of himself.
Just like a mont ago, knowing he couldn’t defeat Chen Cang and Xie Lin, he promptly admitted to being Han Yixiao’s father as they closed in... But what of it? In public view, over the years, he had rely assud the facade of Han Qingqing and lived in the Han Family ho. Besides that, none of the cruel and villainous deeds he had done could be linked to him.
At this mont, Han Yixiao’s words, "I have evidence, in my room... left to by my mother..." were like a lifesaving straw, utterly vital.
Hearing this, Xia Wan’an instinctively exchanged glances with Han Jingnian.
Without waiting for others to speak, Zhang Te, the assistant, was the first to suggest, "Mr. Han, shall I accompany Miss Xiaoxiao to fetch the evidence?"
Han Jingnian nodded slightly.
Soon, Zhang Te, along with Han Yixiao, returned from the old villa. In Han Yixiao’s hand was an ordinary-looking music box, the kind one might find on street stalls twenty years ago.
What evidence could be hidden inside this music box?
Amid everyone’s suspicion, Han Yixiao smashed the music box onto the ground. As it shattered into pieces, she knelt down and began searching through the debris. After a while, she stood up holding a small, thin USB drive.
Zhang Te asked, "Is the evidence on this USB drive?"
Han Yixiao nodded and, without hesitation, handed the USB drive to Zhang Te, then looked at him eagerly, clearly waiting for him to deal with what ca next.
With a USB drive involved, connecting to a computer was necessary, so the group returned inside the villa.
Due to the number of people, they went straight to the basent cinema.
Zhang Te, cradling the computer, fiddled with it for a while, and then a video appeared on the large screen.
In the video, Han Qingqing was wearing a stylish (for that era) Western dress and a pair of dium-high heels, looking graceful and elegant.
Han Qingqing was arguing with a man. It was more of a one-sided ltdown than an argunt; she started off calm, but beca more agitated as the argunt progressed, eventually becoming sowhat hysterical.
"You never loved ? You’ve been deceiving all along?"
"I ran away from ho for you, fought with my family for you, went from a young lady to what I am now for you, and you never had in your heart from the start to the end?"
"Let the past go, let’s just live our days well like we do now, raise Xiaoxiao together, alright? I beg you, I’m begging you..."
"Have you ever loved ? Answer ! Have you ever loved ? Is this question so hard to answer? Answer , answer ..."
The man, whose face was obscured by Han Qingqing’s body and had remained unseen, perhaps tired of Han Qingqing’s pestering, finally responded: "Never loved."
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