Lin Zhiyi cald her emotions and took the envelope out of her bag.
She initially wanted to find a ti privately to give it to Xia Wan and have a good talk.
But now it seems Xia Wan probably doesn’t want to talk to her properly.
The words earlier—who knows if they were a test or a threat.
Lin Zhiyi couldn’t figure out Xia Wan’s intentions at all.
These photos might be useful in other ways if kept.
Thinking this, Lin Zhiyi opened the photos to look through again.
This ti she examined them more carefully and found that the woman in the photos was wearing a ring.
She wasn’t familiar with other things, but she was very familiar with jewelry.
She recognized instantly that the ring was the sa one Xia Wan was wearing when she gently stroked the necklace in front of the mirror a mont ago.
This isn’t ordinary jewelry—it looks simple but is a bespoke piece among the high-luxury classic designs.
If the Xia Family is in trouble, this ring should be worth a lot of money.
Why didn’t Xia Wan’s mother take it out back then, and instead left it to Xia Wan?
While Lin Zhiyi was contemplating, Gong Chen’s call ca through.
"Why did you take so long to answer the phone?"
"Xia Wan ca just now."
Lin Zhiyi didn’t ntion anything about rebirth or the ring.
The photos are so old now, it’s hard to say if Xia Wan’s ring is the one in the photos.
Gong Chen asked, "What did she co to you for?"
"It’s about the jewelry, seed to be probing why I wasn’t in the studio yesterday. Don’t worry, she’s already gone; nothing happened."
"I’ll be right there. Let’s have lunch and visit the sanatorium in the afternoon." Gong Chen felt a bit reassured.
"Sure. See you later."
Twenty minutes later, Gong Chen arrived downstairs.
Lin Zhiyi finished her affairs and got in the car.
The two went to a nearby restaurant to eat.
Gong Chen looked up at her, asking, "Why do you seem so preoccupied?"
Lin Zhiyi said, "Third Young Master, why do we feel that Xia Wan is out for revenge?"
Gong Chen, puzzled, asked, "Why are you suddenly asking this?"
"We think this based on the Xia Family being harmonious, the couple being loving, and the children being dutiful—but what if that’s not the case?" Lin Zhiyi countered.
"Tell ." Gong Chen spoke with interest.
Lin Zhiyi pondered for a mont and eventually took out the woman’s photo, pointing at the ring on her hand.
"This ring is worth over a million, even now, the value of such classic styles continues to rise. But I rember Xia was said to have committed suicide by jumping because of bankruptcy, and the Xia Family, mother and daughter, had a tough life after moving to Lan City. Why didn’t Xia’s mother sell the ring to get through the crisis, instead of letting herself die and leaving two children destitute?"
Gong Chen picked up the photo and looked at it again and again.
No one noticed this point back then.
"Could it be that Xia gave it to her? A nto from their ti as a couple, perhaps."
"And just leave her own children?"
Lin Zhiyi, being a mother herself, felt that when desperate, not to ntion selling jewelry,
she would even resort to selling blood, thinking of every possible way to survive.
Survival ans having the chance; the kids can have soone to rely on.
However, she was not Xia Wan’s mother after all.
Perhaps Xia Wan’s mother had so unavoidable hardships.
Gong Chen speculated, "Do you think there might be hidden secrets within the Xia Family? Perhaps it’s not as simple as bankruptcy?"
"Yes." Lin Zhiyi nodded.
"Seems like not seeing him is not an option."
Gong Chen put down the photo, appearing indifferent about visiting the elder.
Lin Zhiyi picked so food for him: "Don’t think too much, just consider it a visit to the sick; after all, you won’t be at ease if we don’t resolve these current issues."
"Okay."
After eating, the two drove to the sanatorium.
They found only the elder alone in the ward.
Gong Chen frowned slightly.
Lin Zhiyi quickly called for a nurse.
"Didn’t the Gong Family hire a caregiver for the elder? Why leave him alone in the ward?"
The nurse looked at Gong Chen and explained, "Rest assured, Third Young Master, we check the ward every half hour. As for the caregiver, she usually cos in the afternoon. The elder prefers reading and drinking tea in the morning and dislikes being disturbed. When the caregiver appears, his mood worsens."
Lin Zhiyi stood at the door, seeing the elder quietly reading on the small balcony, feeling that this peacefulness was nice.
Gong Chen waved the nurse away.
Then he walked into the room.
Lin Zhiyi followed behind him, her gaze sweeping the room, noticing many decorative items not belonging to the sanatorium.
Unexpectedly, the caregiver was quite ticulous.
The elder’s room was a suite, with a large living room connected to an open study,
followed by the master bedroom.
The overall color was rather simple, appearing a bit monotonous.
But the room was filled with warmth at the mont.
There were fabric cushions on the sofa, a table runner on the table, and delicate household tableware.
Books the elder loved were in the study, his usual stationery on the desk.
Paintings adorned the walls.
One might think it’s soone’s ho, not a sanatorium.
Lin Zhiyi tugged on Gong Chen’s sleeve, signaling him to notice the setup.
Gong Chen stared at the incense burner emitting smoke on the table.
"He most hates pine incense. No matter how confused soone is, they wouldn’t favor sothing they dislike."
Lin Zhiyi looked at the elder reading and quietly asked, "But the elder shows no reaction. Does he truly dislike it? And that cushion—only when I got closer did I realize it’s like a pattern a woman would choose."
During their conversation, the elder heard the commotion and turned to look.
He glanced at Gong Chen, then imdiately stood upon seeing Lin Zhiyi.
"Xingxing?"
Lin Zhiyi and Gong Chen were taken aback.
Previously, the elder never inquired about Xingxing, yet this ti was different.
Gong Chen calmly said, "At school."
The elder frowned, "Send her away, send her away quickly."
The originally indifferent Gong Chen beca visibly angry hearing these words.
"She’s my daughter; it’s not your place to send her away."
The elder seed unable to comprehend, directly bypassing Gong Chen to grab Lin Zhiyi and shook her vigorously.
"Go! Go!"
Lin Zhiyi hadn’t expected the elder to be so strong even when ill.
She struggled but couldn’t break free.
Gong Chen clenched his fist, visibly gathering force.
Lin Zhiyi, seeing this, hurriedly stopped him: "No! Third Young Master, don’t act recklessly."
She then imdiately called out to the elder, shouting: "Qianqian! Qianqian!"
The elder abruptly released Lin Zhiyi.
He stared incredulously at Lin Zhiyi, questioning: "How do you know her? Who are you? Did she send you?"
Lin Zhiyi rubbed her sore arm, enduring the pain, and asked: "Who sent ?"
"It’s..."
The elder started to speak but then stopped, just staring intently at Lin Zhiyi.
Then he seed to wake up from a dream.
"Lin Zhiyi?"
"It’s , elder. What did you want to say just now?" Lin Zhiyi asked.
The elder’s gaze gradually cleared, he pressed his lips: "What is there to say between us?"
Lin Zhiyi closed her mouth helplessly.
But Gong Chen asked, "And Qianqian?"
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