Chapter 2114: Chapter 2050: Feels Like I’ve Seen It Before
“What right do you have to make us leave!” Nian Tang shouted in rage, “If we leave here tonight, you’ll never get your mother’s belongings in your lifeti! And you’ll never know how your mother died back then!”
Upon hearing this, ng Chaojun saw ng Xinian slowly stand up, a chilling, dark aura almost palpable around him, and angrily said, “Nian Tang, what nonsense are you talking about? Didn’t Nian Chengcheng die of illness back then?”
“Ha, died of illness, indeed, but do you know how she got sick? How she despaired to the point of death?”
Feeling like he held an ace in his hand, Nian Tang’s expression was arrogant, “All those things are written in Chengcheng’s diary.”
Diary…
Her damn diary.
So, there was another hidden truth back then?
ng Chaojun’s face changed, he looked at ng Xinian and reached out to pull his arm, but ng Xinian sharply swung it away.
“Xinian…”
ng Xinian ignored him, looking at Nian Tang, speaking in a low, deep voice: “Where’s the diary? How can you prove you have my mother’s diary?”
Nian Tang raised an eyebrow, “Wait.”
He went into the guest room and quickly ca out, holding a black-and-white photo in his hand.
By this ti, Chiang Xiao had also erged from the bathroom.
She had heard their conversation.
Nian Tang has Tyrant ng’s mother’s diary?
No wonder they could recklessly co to the Capital City and try to take the ng Family Old Mansion.
Nian Tang handed the black-and-white photo to ng Xinian.
“Take a look, I knew you wouldn’t believe it, so I took a photo to bring along. Your mother liked writing back then, and I guess you still have so of her calligraphy, right? You should recognize her handwriting.”
Nian Chengcheng did keep so calligraphy, so specifically written for him.
He often would look through them when he couldn’t sleep at night, so ng Xinian was extrely familiar with his mother’s handwriting.
Even ng Chaojun, when he closed his eyes, could still see it.
He also leaned over to look at the photo in ng Xinian’s hand.
Chiang Xiao leaned over too.
The photo showed an open diary, its first page visible.
The diary appeared yellowed, carrying a sense of the passage of ti.
Two lines of poetry were inscribed above.
Seeing the handwriting, Chiang Xiao could feel ng Xinian tense up all over.
ng Chaojun’s expression also changed slightly.
The diary seed sowhat thick, and they couldn’t help but wonder if this notebook was completely filled. What secrets might be revealed in its pages?
“Well? Right? You recognize your mother’s handwriting?” Nian Tang spoke proudly, “If you really can’t identify it, I’ll tear a few pages and bring them for you to look at more closely when I return.”
“Do not tear.”
ng Xinian lifted his head, eyes cold and dark.
He appeared chillingly ruthless.
But Chiang Xiao felt a pang of heartache; she could sense his wounds and pain at that mont.
His mother’s death by illness had always been a scar in his heart.
Previously, he had always used his strength to suppress it.
Chiang Xiao looked again at the photo and for so reason, she felt this diary seed familiar.
She felt like she had seen it before.
But how could she have seen ng Xinian’s mother’s diary?
Chiang Xiao furrowed her brow, trying hard to recall.
At this mont, Nian Lao Tai seed to have grasped control over ng Xinian, holding his vital point, and regained composure.
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