"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?"
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 something had jumped in his heart.
"Yes! I investigated for a long time and never found the reason behind their rapid development. What, does this have something 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 immediately told her boss at the jewelry store where she worked, your nephew, Ou Yuze. Then, Ou Yuze had his mother, Mei Liping, come to adopt me."
Yes, it was such a simple story, summed 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 someone who cared for me. I thought, the day that woman came to take me home in her beautiful clothes, my life would from then on be happy and joyful. But when I got to that home, I discovered that their reason for raising me 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.
The woman, still immersed in her sorrow, hadn’t recovered and, upon hearing this, stared blankly at him with eyes that seemed 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."
When she went out, she even forgot to take her bag that was on the chair next to her.
Seeing her , 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 extremely clever.
Ou Mucen nodded, then hung up the phone...
This was indeed an answer he had never expected!
Regarding her case, from the moment 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.