Cheng Zhiwei had just sent a ssage to Zhou Lin and left with Ding Kun.
Zhou Lin asked where she was going for dinner, but she didn’t reply.
By the ti Zhou Lin caught up, he saw Cheng Zhiwei sitting face-to-face with a delicate-looking young man.
The young man looked foolish and had red eyes, resembling a bullied little white rabbit.
But his eyes were fiercely hot when he looked at Cheng Zhiwei, full of trust.
Zhou Lin entered with a cold face, unapologetically saying, "You don’t mind one more person, do you?"
Cheng Zhiwei frowned. Zhou Lin was becoming more and more like a clingy plaster.
Ding Kun, puzzled, looked up, "Who is this?"
Zhou Lin rudely squeezed Cheng Zhiwei over a seat and glanced at Ding Kun. "Her child’s father."
Ding Kun: "Ah?"
Cheng Zhiwei added, "Ex-husband."
Ding Kun: "Oh."
Zhou Lin leaned back in his chair, smiling sardonically at Ding Kun, "You don’t mind, do you?"
"Not at all, not at all," Ding Kun hurriedly said, passing over the nu considerately, "What would you like, ex-husband? I’ll ask the waiter to add a dish."
He looked sincere and polite.
Cheng Zhiwei burst into laughter. This address was quite good.
Initially stung by the remark, Zhou Lin saw Cheng Zhiwei laughing happily and lazily let it go.
Actually, he didn’t eat much, just served Cheng Zhiwei so dishes and listened to their conversation.
Listening on, he learned that this was Cheng Zhiwei’s agent.
Looking at the clearly naïve and socially inexperienced young face, Zhou Lin frowned instantly. He’d already discussed this with soone.
Why did they assign such a person to Cheng Zhiwei?
After dinner, Ding Kun transferred another 200,000 to Cheng Zhiwei, saying apologetically, "Sister, I didn’t know you had a child to support. Let transfer another 200,000."
"Are you her agent?" Zhou Lin tapped his finger on the table.
Ding Kun nodded.
"You’re her agent, you should be planning her future developnt. Why does it seem like it’s the other way around?" Zhou Lin asked indifferently, yet full of irony.
Ding Kun’s face flushed, "I..."
He wanted to defend himself, but couldn’t, because it was true.
"Zhou Lin, enough," Cheng Zhiwei interrupted him, defending Ding Kun, "He’s still young, why are you being so harsh?"
Zhou Lin: "..."
He felt he needed a cigarette to calm down.
What had this kid done to deserve her protection like this?
Ding Kun whispered, "Don’t argue. I know I’m not up to it, but I will work hard."
He was a bit afraid of the ex-husband; his deanor didn’t seem ordinary.
Always felt like if he misspoke, he would definitely get a lesson.
No wonder she divorced him and raised the child alone. He probably wasn’t a good person.
Ding Kun was a bit worried about Cheng Zhiwei, knowing their line of work despised emotional entanglents, always easy targets.
Cheng Zhiwei comforted him, "I believe in you."
Ding Kun showed a bright smile.
Zhou Lin snorted coldly, expressing his displeasure, then pulled Cheng Zhiwei up, the tone not very pleasant, "We need to pick up the children, let’s go."
"Oh, okay," Ding Kun promptly stood up.
Cheng Zhiwei glared at Zhou Lin, said goodbye to Ding Kun, and told him not to worry about the contract; they could toss it up any way they wanted.
Once out of the restaurant, Zhou Lin asked about the contract.
Cheng Zhiwei ntioned He Ye’s invitation to participate in an event. Zhou Lin’s expression turned obscure, as if he wanted to say sothing, but eventually, he held it back.
Back at ho, Cheng Yang and Cheng Xing had already arrived.
Besides Cheng Yang and Cheng Xing, there was an unexpected person.
"Mr. Wen?" Cheng Zhiwei looked at Wen Yongan in surprise.
Wen Yongan was playing gas with Cheng Yang and Cheng Xing, covered in sweat, but he didn’t mind it at all, even appeared extrely pleased.
Zhou Lin took her bag, placed it nicely, and casually said, "Uncle Wen ca to see the kids and also has sothing to discuss with you."
While speaking, Wen Yongan had already co over, looking at Cheng Zhiwei with a complicated expression.
"Let’s sit and talk," Zhou Lin took the two children into the room.
Silence fell in the living room.
Cheng Zhiwei made tea for Wen Yongan, asking, "Mr. Wen, are you here because of Wen Yi?"
She thought Wen Yongan had heard about He Ye coming to her.
Wen Yongan shook his head, his voice unusually gentle, "Zhiwei, I ca for you."
"?" Cheng Zhiwei was stunned.
Wen Yongan handed her a docunt. As Cheng Zhiwei opened it, he said, "This is a paternity test. This test proves that you are the daughter of my younger brother, Wen Yongning."
Cheng Zhiwei had already seen the ultimate result of the blood relationship test.
Confird as relatives.
She gripped the folder tightly, unable to react for a mont.
"Relatives?"
Wen Yongan spoke, "More than twenty years ago, when your mother was about to give birth to you, she went to Yucheng to mourn after a teacher passed away, and sothing happened there."
Cheng Zhiwei knew about this, as Cheng Shang had ntioned it before.
Yu Man jumped from a building in Yucheng.
Her lips quivered, her eyes slightly reddening.
Wen Yongan spoke compassionately, "Xingxing resembles your mother a lot. When I saw that child, I thought of her, but because you don’t look much like her, I only suspected initially."
"Zhiwei, these years..."
"I know she was chased to her death in the hospital. Why?" Cheng Zhiwei asked, trembling.
Why had her mother jumped from a building twenty years ago?
Wen Yongan fell silent, taking a long ti before saying, "The person who drove your mother to death was Zhou Chenyan. Your mother had saved him years ago, and he took an interest in her. When your mother went to Yucheng, he detained her."
Cheng Zhiwei closed her eyes; it was Zhou Chenyan.
"He’s already dead." Zhou Lin’s voice ca through, and at the sa ti, he sat beside Cheng Zhiwei, comfortingly putting his arm around her shoulders, "ng Qiancheng shot him dead by the sea."
Cheng Zhiwei covered her face, tears falling.
Her mother must have been so desperate.
"Zhiwei, don’t be sad," Wen Yongan moved closer, gently patting her shoulder, "The Wen Family is your family. Your great-uncle will make up for the hardships you suffered these years."
"And Wen Ya, Wen Yi, they are your sisters. Look, we are family."
"Zhiwei, won’t you co ho?"
Wen Yongan’s eyes were moist, his voice especially tender.
Yet, Cheng Zhiwei didn’t imdiately agree.
She pulled a tissue to wipe her tears, staring straight at Wen Yongan, her voice shaky, but firm, "I have just one question."
Wen Yongan quickly nodded, "Go ahead."
"When she was detained, did you ever think of rescuing her?"
Such a simple question froze all expressions on Wen Yongan’s face.
His complexion turned ashen.
Silence was the best answer.
Cheng Zhiwei instantly understood, feeling a sudden chill.
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