511: Chapter 511: Whose Child Is It?
8 511: Chapter 511: Whose Child Is It?
8 “What?”
“As the third young master of the Ou Family, don’t you find it strange how rapidly their Longfeng rose to prominence all those years ago?”
Ou Mucen: “…”
He had indeed found it strange, but ever since he learned her secret, he no longer found it strange.
But, was that related to her going to prison?
Ou Mucen gripped the water glass, as if sothing had jumped in his heart.
“Yes!
I investigated for a long ti and never found the reason behind their rapid developnt.
What, does this have sothing to do with you?”
Ye Ning smiled again, “It’s hard to believe, isn’t it?
Since I was young, I’ve had a special talent for jade stones.
I can tell at a glance whether a jade stone is good or bad.
Later, Yang Xueshan learned of this secret.
Seeing that my talent could bring her endless glory and wealth, she imdiately told her boss at the jewelry store where she worked, your nephew, Ou Yuze.
Then, Ou Yuze had his mother, i Liping, co to adopt .”
Yes, it was such a simple story, sumd up in a few words.
But who could know the conspiracies hidden behind this story, the tears shed, the filth?
Ye Ning began idly drawing circles on the glass in front of her, her eyes looking out the window, her thoughts seemingly traveling back to the year she was adopted.
“I entered the orphanage at the age of six, and in those eight years, I never felt the love of a family or the affection of soone who cared for .
I thought, the day that woman ca to take ho in her beautiful clothes, my life would from then on be happy and joyful.
But when I got to that ho, I discovered that their reason for raising was not for who I was, but for my talent.”
As she spoke, she eventually began to laugh, but that laughter was like the setting sun outside the window, beautiful to see but infinitely desolate no matter how one looked at it.
Ou Mucen’s heart clenched tightly.
He set down the glass and spoke, “Okay, it’s getting late.
Go pick up Xiaobao.”
Right, no need to say anymore.
She didn’t need to say the rest; he already knew.
Now, he just regretted letting her talk about it.
Ah?
The woman, still imrsed in her sorrow, hadn’t recovered and, upon hearing this, stared blankly at him with eyes that seed veiled in desolate mist, “What did you say?”
Ou Mucen’s heart twitched again, “Today is Mid-Autumn Festival.
Go get Xiaobao, and we’ll take him out for dinner.”
“…”
Sitting there, she looked at him for a while, then her awareness gradually returned.
She stood up from the chair, “Okay, I’ll go get him.”
And then, she left.
When she went out, she even forgot to take her bag that was on the chair next to her.
Seeing her like this, Ou Mucen lit a cigarette with his slender fingers.
His delicate and perfect features expressed an increasingly self-reproachful mood…
“Ying Hao, An Ning has left, follow her in the car.”
“To keep an eye on her?” Ying Hao was extrely clever.
Ou Mucen nodded, then hung up the phone…
…
This was indeed an answer he had never expected!
Regarding her case, from the mont he started to investigate, he actually already knew she was innocent.
He just thought that the wretched family had made her take the fall.
But he had never imagined that the truth would turn out to be this.
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