"Ah Jing, what did you say!"
Ning Zitong’s eyes widened in shock, unable to accept such a premise!
Mu Jingheng’s brows also furrowed tightly.
"This is a document I asked an old friend at the police station to help retrieve from their archives from back then."
He patiently explained, pointing at the file.
"This is the testimony Qianshui provided at the time. The contents of what she said then differ greatly from what she told us."
Ning Zitong’s pupils contracted, her heartbeat trembling violently.
"How could this... It’s impossible. How could Qianshui be connected to Yuan’s death? The incident happened so suddenly back then, and Qianshui hurried back to tell us about it. How could this be? How could she have..."
"Ah Tong, you can take a look at the testimony materials from back then."
Mu Jingheng sighed softly.
"After all, she was just a six-year-old child. If she lied, it wouldn’t have been seamless. I can only blame myself for not having the time to look into these matters back then, which is why it all feels so unsettling now."
Ning Zitong clutched the photocopied document, her vision blurred.
"No, I don’t believe it. This kind of thing can’t be true!"
She couldn’t accept it.
The most beloved little precious child was already gone, and now the one she’d raised for over twenty years turned out to possibly have caused the death of her most treasured daughter.
She couldn’t accept this, no matter what!
"Ah Tong, don’t be so upset. This is merely my personal speculation. It’s like how I suspected Yan Xinxin might be our Yuan not long ago. But now the investigation shows she isn’t..."
Mu Jingheng sighed again, a trace of regret hidden in his exhalation.
"I looked into her family background, and there’s nothing wrong—we were mistaken. At first, I even considered using her sample for a DNA test, but now it doesn’t seem necessary. Our Yuan didn’t encounter any miraculous fate; she’s been gone for a long time..." ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ novel fire.net
Ye Lirong made a call to Yan Xinxin, then promptly came up with an excuse to send Yang Guoping away.
Lately, Yan Zhirou had disappeared again, leaving only Ye Lirong at home.
Yan Xinxin received Ye Lirong’s call, regulated her emotions, and arrived quickly.
Stepping through the doorway of this home again, her heart was a whirl of mixed emotions. Looking at the woman before her, she found herself feeling unfamiliar.
The mother who had raised her from childhood—she didn’t know when she had become so distant.
Pouring a cup of water, Ye Lirong handed it to Yan Xinxin with an almost overly formal manner, her expression sharp and scornful.
"Don’t look down on it, Mrs. Mo. My humble abode doesn’t have much; just plain water is all."
Her tone sounded neutral, but the sarcasm in her words didn’t escape Yan Xinxin’s notice.
Ye Lirong gestured, clearly treating Yan Xinxin like an outsider.
Yan Xinxin didn’t argue. Smiling bitterly, she sat down on the sofa.
Looking at Ye Lirong’s cold indifference, the word "Mom" got stuck in her throat and swallowed back down. After a few seconds, she finally spoke.
"Why did you call me here? What’s the matter?"
Ye Lirong chuckled lightly.
"Raised you all these years, and now you don’t even call me ’Mom’? Ah! Mrs. Mo has truly grown into quite the figure. But it doesn’t matter, because as of now, I’m no longer your mom. So don’t bother calling me."
"That’s not what I meant. You’ve cared for me and raised me all these years. You’ll always be my mother..."
"You’re wrong, Mrs. Mo!"
Ye Lirong interrupted bluntly, her expression laced with disdain.
"I’ve raised you, yes. But I’ve never given birth to you!"
PS: Good night for now~ There will be 11 Chapters updated tomorrow morning~ Yan Xinxin’s memories are finally about to awaken. Thank you, Little Cuties, for your continued subscriptions and support. Thank you!