She doesn't acknowledge you as her daughter

  Coffee shop, small private room

  Gu Jintang's Jin Meichen, with eyes like a wolf and a tiger, stared at Wen Huan.

  Wen Huan took off her duck tongue cap and sat on the sofa, propping up her legs and fanning herself with the cap: "Is there water? Can I have a glass of water for free?"

  "Do you want a drink of water?" Jin Meichen's mouth curled up coldly and hummed, "For someone like you, there isn't even free water to drink."

  What arrogance.

  "Alright, what do you want to ask? But let me tell you, I won't answer just anything you ask. If you want me to answer, you'll have to pay a certain price." Wen Huan's hand spun the duck-tongue hat on top of her head with an air of leisure.

  "Who do you think you are? A dog's tail? A media reporter? I warn you, don't think that intimidating me will have any effect. Do you believe it or not, I'll immediately find a leader from the Public Security Bureau to come over and take you away for criminal detention." Jin Meichen said through gritted teeth, picking up her phone.

  "Go ahead and hit me."

  Her indifferent attitude enraged Kim Meichen: "Do you think I dare not hit?"

  "If you're not afraid of the whole thing blowing up, go ahead and hit." The calmness at the corner of her mouth had already determined that she didn't dare to hit.

  Jin Meichen thought for a moment and didn't hang up the phone. She pulled over a chair and sat down opposite Wen Huan, narrowing her eyes: "You said that as long as I'm willing to pay, you're willing to answer my questions. How much do you want?"

  "It depends on what you want to ask."

  "I asked you, why did you suddenly want to say that to me!" The words were spat out from between gritted teeth, extremely angry, furious, so angry that she wanted to strangle Wen Huan's neck with both hands.

  Little girl, how dare you slander her as not being Princess Jin!

  "Because I pity you." A strange and mournful smile, as if wearing Wen Huan's face.

  "You say I'm not born to my parents, so you pity me? Are...you...joking?" The words behind were already out of breath, and the throat was tight with anger.

  "Why are you different from others? Because you weren't born to your current parents, and ultimately, you aren't the most precious treasure in their hearts. You say that if something big happens, they might protect you like biological parents?"

  This remark hit the nail on the head, Jin Meichen now feels that her parents' selfless love for her is gone.

  If her current father and mother are not her biological parents, then who are her biological parents?

  A strange longing floated in her mind, if her biological parents were officials bigger than Jin Fu, would they be able to give her...

  "You tell me, how do you know I'm not born of my parents?" The urgent voice burst out from his throat.

  The fish has taken the bait.

  Wen Yu was extremely pleased and would never easily give her a message again: "I just answered your first question, but you haven't paid me my fee yet."

  "How much do you want?" He quickly reached into his bag and pulled out his wallet.

  "I don't want money."

  "What did you say?" Jin Meichen narrowed her eyes, not believing it at all.

  Smile: "I want you to do one thing, if you agree with me, I will immediately answer your second question."

  "What's going on? Let me tell you first, I absolutely won't commit crimes like murder or arson." Jin Meichen glared at her.

  "Don't worry about this, it's absolutely not against the law. It's just that when the time comes, I'll take you to meet someone." Wen Huan spoke with a tone as calm as a Buddha.

  Jin Meichen had a feeling of being manipulated by her, which was both alarming and disgusting. The problem was that there was no way out, as the other party now held all the information.

  "Go on, you say."

  "I know you're not your parents' biological child because I overheard a conversation between them."

  Along with the words, a small recorder was pulled out of her pocket and placed in Wen Huan's palm. The voices coming from the small speaker were indeed those of Jin Father and Jin Mother.

  Listening to Kim Father and Kim Mother's conversation, Jin Meichen's face became increasingly ugly, from red to green, from green to white, and finally bloodless. Suddenly, like a volcanic eruption spewing out lava, his entire face was filled with anger.

  "How's that? I didn't deceive you, did I? And you know I'm a student, I don't have the skills to create a fake audio clip for you." A sharp gaze swept across Jin Meichen's ever-changing face, with a hint of "I knew it" satisfaction at the corner of his mouth.

  Then he stood up, put on his duck tongue hat and said: "That's it, Miss Jin. Is there any need for you to talk to me again?"

  "Tell me." Facing her back, Jin Meichen hastily stood up and asked, "Do you know who my biological parents are?"

  Smiling in her heart, but not showing it on her face: "This matter, why don't you ask your current parents? They should be the ones who know best."

  Having said that, Jin Mei Chen thought about her answer while kicking open the door and walking out.

  Everything is about to change.

  ……

  Mr. Yao said that someone would take her to practice driving in the next few days. For this, her husband called from his unit and personally acknowledged it.

  "Who is it?" asked Manny of her husband.

  Chiang Da Shao, it's really hard to answer this question.

  He entrusted the matter to Master Yao, but as for who Master Yao would assign, Master Yao didn't give him a message, just letting him rest assured that it would definitely be an expert, a renowned expert.

  It was arranged by Director Yao, and Manman's eyelids jumped a few times.

  The couple then communicated with each other over the phone about Xiaodongzi's affairs.

  Jiang Dashao knew that his wife had played a big role in this matter, and he wanted to give her a forceful kiss over the phone, but he was also worried about his wife.

  How did his wife get through this?

  Is it really understood or just pretended to be understood?

  For this, a method of striking from the side was adopted.

  "Mei Mei, my second sister told me to treat you well. What do you want?"

  "A'yan, let the second sister not be busy. I've already told her, we're all family members, being polite is meaningless." Manman's little wife sincerely held the phone receiver.

  "But can't I just give something to my wife?" Comrade Jiang Yan saw that the previous approach didn't work, so he came up with another roundabout tactic.

  "You just gave me a skirt last time." Mianmian scolded her husband, "When you were at my house, didn't you hear what my dad said? You can't be extravagant. Ordinary things are enough, that's all. Buying too much is not only wasting money, but also wasting resources."

  East beating west doesn't work. Comrade Jiang Yan brought out his killer move: "Man Man, don't you have anything to say to your old husband?"

  This straightforward tactic of facing her directly with a clear conscience has indeed made Mengmeng's little wife hesitate in her heart.

  He let out a soft sigh and said, "Not suitable."

  "What's wrong?" Jiang Dashi heard and felt very tense, feeling puzzled.

  "The lid doesn't match the pot. Even if they're made of the same material, but the size isn't suitable."

  In Jiang Dashao's opinion, his daughter-in-law's metaphor was a concentrated expression of the most wonderful language in the kitchen.

  Afraid that her husband wouldn't understand, the little daughter-in-law added another vivid sentence: "A transplanted sapling may grow differently from its original companions after being moved to a new home. Moreover, it has already taken root in the new land and looks back at its hometown with longing; if it were to be transplanted again, it would surely feel out of place."

  Comrade Jiang Yan was silent for a while before spitting out a concise sentence: "It takes time."

  The little sprout grew slowly, growing into a lush big tree. Even if it was transplanted to another place, the roots still carried the breath of the original soil. Time can erase some marks, but it cannot erase some things that have been deeply rooted since childhood.

  Man Man knew that her husband might understand some of it, but he definitely wouldn't fully comprehend.

  Unlike her husband, it's not that there weren't reasons for this and that to love her, but rather an unconditional and boundless tolerance of love. Her husband is like her father Wen Shi Xuan in this regard. As for whether others can do the same, thinking about it, it all seems very difficult.

  Before my eyes, a frosty face emerged, with intense discontent hidden beneath the surface.

  She can't accept it at all.

  On that day, she took a day off and flipped through cookbooks at home, thinking about what delicious dishes to make for Mrs. Lu.

  Mr. Yao's message has arrived, first asking if she is at home. Then he said that someone would go to pick her up in the afternoon to practice driving.

  The driving instructor is coming.

  Manman hastily gathered up the key to the Volkswagen Beetle in her palm, determined to pass it off within a day.

  She then prepared all the red envelopes for bribing the coach.

  By the time she had made an appointment, she hadn't even asked Mr. Yao where to meet with the coach, and the doorbell rang.

  Coach came to me himself?

  Who's there? Go and open the door.

  At first glance, the cold and icy figure standing outside seemed to be deliberately lowering her head to look at her watch, and with an expression of surprise that was almost imperceptible, she said in a crisp and decisive tone: "Let's go. Time is almost up, if we're late, we'll miss dinner."

  Actually, thinking carefully, it's possible that he has a few dozen percent chance, but she just didn't think about it in her heart.

  After all, I'm not in charge of everything, am I?

  "Are you sure you have time?" Yue'er's eyebrows furrowed slightly, she didn't want to waste his time on her trivial matters when he had more important things to attend to.

  "Since I've already agreed, can't you make time?" With that, a strong hand pulled the anti-theft door, which was slightly ajar, and easily opened it wide.

  Facing her.

  Her icy gaze swept from top to bottom, looking down at her with a somewhat commanding attitude.

  He is used to giving orders.

  It's like this, can't let others' good intentions go to waste, lowered his head and entered the room, pulled out the personal items he had prepared early, including two car water cups filled with water.

  Watching her carry big and small things, she seems to be a warrior entering the battlefield, with a hint of tears and laughter that has been wiped away from the bottom of her icy eyes: Women are ultimately different from men.

  He thought of teaching his younger brother Lu Huan to drive, but Lu Huan had nothing in his hands except for a set of keys in his pocket. Because he liked the band that chewed gum, he also prepared a pack of gum in his pocket to be trendy.

  If little brother is like this, how can you think that little sister would be any different?

  As she walked downstairs, he saw her hesitant steps, as if she didn't believe he could teach someone to drive. He said out loud: "My brother's driving skills were taught by me."

  My father is very caring towards his loved ones, but whether it's just because of blood ties is hard to say.

  She usually listens to those aunts and sisters in the courtyard spreading gossip with a reliability of 70 or 80 percent.

  The day before yesterday, I was at my own home's gate and refused an uncle who wanted to hitch a ride with relatives.

  Whether this uncle is a distant relative or has ulterior motives, the standard is that anyone who has some contact with me will understand.

  Dad has no so-called tolerance, only one standard: whether he likes it or not.

  No matter who you are, if I don't take a liking to you, there's no way I'll remember you, let alone make an exception for you.

  This way of getting along is actually quite tiring.

  I don't know if Lu Jia's second son tried hard to win over this elder brother.

  He walked into the yard and stopped in front of the Beetle, making a sound as he opened the anti-theft lock. He took the lead, helping her open the driver's side door.

  The crescent moon blinked its eyes.

  "What's wrong?" She turned back and looked at her with a more confused gaze.

  "She said she was a student taking an exam today." Her words were more like a reminder than a probe.

  Perhaps, without her giving him a red envelope, the coach would have given her preferential treatment and opened the door for her voluntarily, judging from his action of rushing to open the car door for her.

  To be honest, today's weed, in order to get that driver's license for the first step, is going to - do whatever it takes.

  Grandfather didn't quite understand her little thoughts, and with a cold gaze at her, he concluded in one sentence: "I'm clear about this."

  Ambiguous answer.

  For now, let's wait and see how things develop, and quietly get into the car.

  Helped her close the car door and then walked back to his own passenger seat.

  As I sat in the car and fastened my seatbelt, she was busy arranging a large bag of things from her bag inside the car.

  "Are you here to drive or are you on a field trip like elementary school students?"

  Maybe his harsh words were just teasing.

  Her eyebrows furrowed slightly as she said, "I'm simulating the most realistic environment because exams aren't just for passing, they're for driving smoothly in the future, right?"

  He was again left speechless by her words.

  Thinking carefully, her mouth can't be called fierce after all. The soft and fluffy tone, like a cotton ball, can't be compared to the loud and boisterous woman. What's strange is that this kind of voice often leaves people speechless.

  A sharp knife is hidden in a bundle of soft material.

  One raised eyebrow, seemingly helpless yet admiring.

  Manman has prepared everything, and by the way tells him: "Want to drink water? It's here. Want to eat peach sticks or plum candies? They're all here too. There are also wind oil essence and hemostatic stickers, all placed here."

  "Open your mouth, wanting to refute, suddenly thought of her previous sentence that made people speechless, changed his mind: "Drive."

  Dad is very clever and knows you're difficult to deal with, grasping the key points.

  When she heard this sentence from her grandfather, it was clear that the food and drink she had prepared were not enough to appease the coach and ease the tense atmosphere of the exam, and Mianmian's head hurt slightly.

  The atmosphere of this Antarctic Arctic iceberg is one that can easily melt.

  She can't be too greedy.

  So I secretly thought of Master Yao, who was quietly plotting like an iceberg.

  The key was inserted into the ignition slot on the steering wheel and was about to be turned to start the engine.

  Suddenly, a loud thunderclap sounded in his ear: "Where is your seatbelt?"

  She hasn't even started yet. According to what my senior, Du Yu, taught me, preheating the engine is good for car maintenance, especially in winter. So, I've developed a habit of putting on my seatbelt while preheating.

  Dad, can you slow down?

  Examiners require students to answer the entire test paper before scoring it, right?

  "I'm not going to fasten my seatbelt right away." The slightly furrowed eyebrows of the moon-like girl seemed destined to remain unsmooth for the rest of the afternoon, and her ears and eyes were like flammable objects that might ignite at any moment, ready to explode on her at any time.

  "Go ahead, you try."

  A cold voice, unbearable anxiety, fingers tapping on the half-rolled up car window.

  Fasten your seatbelt and step on the brake pedal.

  Her husband's worries were unnecessary. She drove very carefully, often pressing the brake more than the accelerator.

  However, this was not enough to satisfy the old man beside him.

  Dad's eyes widened at the moment she started the car, as if he was riding a roller coaster instead of a Volkswagen Beetle.

  The tightly knitted crescent-shaped eyebrows faced grandpa: "You've never sat in a Volkswagen Beetle?"

  The Beetle is actually no better than a larger car in terms of driving experience. It's different from other sedans in terms of starting, acceleration and braking.

  Her icy gaze heard her words slightly annoyed, she was right. As long as Jiang Dashi loved his wife so much that he was willing to give up his manhood for a Volkswagen Beetle. A real man should ride a Hummer, a Jeep or an off-road vehicle.

  If it weren't for having a younger sister, if it weren't for... he would never have gotten involved with the turtle beetle.

  Just by looking at Lao Ye's eyes, they knew they had guessed correctly. Manman let out a small sigh in her heart.

  After leaving the big yard, the beetle drove smoothly on the road and headed for the nearest driving school.

  As the little wife drove steadily on the road, Bingyan gradually relaxed a bit.

  Her narrowed icy eyes, began to take on the responsibility of coming personally this afternoon, as an elder brother and a psychologist, her sharp X-ray-like pupils, grasped every detail on her profile without letting go.

  Who can remain calm in such a situation?

  It's hard to imagine.

  My gaze is even more severe than that of the police uncle who is the examiner.

  The police officer was just handling it impartially, but this gaze of yours has a somewhat profound meaning that is trying to find fault in an egg.

  Be careful with the steering wheel, can't help but ask: "Did you teach your brother like this too?"

  Jiaolong doesn't need it, he's a younger brother, not a younger sister.

  In fact, he had tried to let go and allow Lu Huan to take a small risk of having an accident in order to train his brother's ability to respond to risks.

  But his sister was different. She taught him that no matter what, avoiding risk came first. A delicate body like a jade leaf couldn't withstand the rigors of fighting like a man's could.

  So, it's natural to be stricter with your sister.

  The iceberg that doesn't speak, its intimidating aura is more than enough.

  The ice-colored mouth was hard to open, and it was unclear what the iceberg wanted to do. In Mianmian's palm, which grasped the steering wheel, a thin layer of sweat quietly seeped out.

  In front of us, the pedestrian traffic light turned green, and a small cat suddenly ran out from the side of the road.

  The Beetle made a sharp turn, followed by an emergency brake, and barely avoided the cat that had stopped. But then, from behind the car, bang, someone crashed into the back of the Beetle.

  Rear-end collisions like this have even happened to her husband, Jiang Dashao. With so many cars on the road in the city, many drivers are used to following each other closely. Once something unexpected happens, it's impossible not to rear-end someone.

  Undoing her seatbelt and getting out of the car, she was ready to inspect the vehicle when she noticed Iceberg next to her, motionless, staring at her with a strange gaze.

  "What's wrong?" His gaze made all her hair stand on end.

  "Sit here and wait for me for three minutes." With that, he kicked open the car door.

  For a moment, his mind was buzzing with confusion and doubt. As he watched Grandpa turn around and leave, his gaze followed the cold figure to the back of the car.

  The driver of the car that rear-ended the Beetle got out, looking like he was spoiling for a fight and wanted to haggle over the price.

  But this driver was really unlucky, every day he rear-ended her car, and today the one sitting in the Beetle happened to be his grandfather. If it were her senior colleague Du Yu who was driving normally, they might have thought that both parties would find it difficult to do business and agreed to a discount.

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected, in less than a moment, the driver who rushed out of the car with his head held high like a fighting rooster, suddenly wilted like a flower that had lost sunlight, air and water.

  I don't know what Grandfather said, but I saw that with just one movement of his lips, he could uproot the opponent and take their life.

  The cold figure turned around, and Manman looked back. The crescent moon's eyes glanced at the watch hand: less than three minutes in between.

  Awesome!

  My husband said that in the army, the time for charging into battle was always set at 00:00 a few seconds.

  Grandpa came back and returned to the passenger seat, exactly three minutes, with no difference in zero seconds.

  "Let's drive." Grandpa said casually.

  "Hey, did you check the rear of the car?" Swallowing hard, Moonlight furrowed her brow, "You seem to have just charged forward without even checking your own equipment."

  For soldiers, there is no equipment that can't be completed with mission objectives.

  For penny-pincher Mianmian, repairing this car would also cost a lot of money. At least take a look at how badly the car is damaged.

  "Look at you, with your crooked eyes. What's the problem? The other party has already agreed to compensate for everything."

  My father's idea is that as long as we win the battle, any sacrifice is worth it.

  Meng Meng's mind was a bit muddled. On one hand, she thought that her grandfather's idea wasn't wrong, but on the other hand, she always felt like something didn't quite fit.

  As they drove back into the courtyard, Grandfather suddenly blurted out a sentence that made her realize where the problem lay.

  "You shouldn't drive from now on."

  The old man who threw out this sentence slammed the car door shut with a bang, and one sentence negated all her performances today and in the past.

  You're getting anxious now, you said it's unqualified but didn't give any reason.

  "Tell me the reason!" Moon Tooth glared at him as she chased after him.

  Her eyes lightly glanced at her: "Weren't you just rear-ended?"

  "This is unexpected! You were all standing next to me and saw it clearly, this is something that no one can avoid."

  "I can avoid it."

  Cold voice, haughty, unquestionable self-confidence and power grasp.

  What he means is, if he can do it, why can't others?

  "Don't think that everyone can be as good as you, okay?" The little wife was so angry she could hardly speak.

  Dad, you're being unreasonable.

  "Can your younger brother get into Tsinghua, Peking University or Beihang University? Out of all the Chinese students taking the college entrance exam, how many can get into Tsinghua, Peking University or Beihang University?"

  "My personal opinion is that Tsinghua, Peking University and Beihang are all universities that anyone can get into, it just depends on how hard each person has worked."

  There's no way to communicate anymore.

  Leaning against the vines on her forehead, she turned around and planned to find her husband to ask him to assign a new coach.

  This coach is not an ordinary person, and his judgment has lost its standard.

  Her icy gaze was fixed on her back, and in the depths of her eyes, a deep and profound sorrow was hidden: she had not forgotten what happened when she was a child, when the kitten rushed out, she turned the steering wheel, perhaps she thought she had controlled the loss of control very well, but in fact, at that moment, what flashed in her eyes was not the normal person's panic and confusion, but two pupils that were completely blank and lost.

  The shadows of childhood, some people can't get rid of them for a lifetime. They say they can be eliminated, but in fact, they are hidden deep in the subconscious, and no one knows when the danger will erupt.

  He wants to bring her risk down to zero, and would rather she never drive again.

  So he said this today, which means she can forget about driving a car in the future.

  Her younger brother, Yao Zi Ye, also subtly hinted that he should be gentler in his attitude towards her.

  But he can't, just because he has already endured the pain of losing her once, he cannot bear to take any risk of losing her again.

  Colder, even if she hated him.

  Back home, Manman's mood was terrible. Without even changing her shoes, she walked into the kitchen and first checked if there was a problem with the soup that had been simmering in the electric rice cooker.

  This soup was intended to be simmered in stages, and after it was done, she first offered a taste to her father.

  Because Wen Shi Xuan often eats at home what she cooks, she is already considered her own half gourmet expert, responsible for tasting the flavor.

  She plans to modify and improve the ingredients based on the results of her father's attempts, and then let Mrs. Lu try them.

  The porridge is almost done, the clock on the wall shows just the right time. Now take a thermos bottle with soup to Father's house, but can't meet Yuanyuan and Xuyu'e.

  When serving the soup, Yuè Yá's eyes were still curved with satisfaction and joy. No matter how icy her expression was, it couldn't shake off the deep-seated emotions that had taken root and grown in her heart.

  ……

  Taking a bus, carefully holding a thermos bottle with both hands, I arrived at the residential area where my father lives.

  Climbing up the stairs and arriving at the residence she had bought for her father, she found that the door was open and hadn't been closed tightly.

  For a moment, doubts arose, and there was even some concern about whether it was a home invasion robbery.

  Hurryingly opening the door and shouting "Dad, Dad——" in a loud voice.

  The living room was quite tidy and didn't seem out of the ordinary, but there was no response from Father.

  Hurriedly arriving at the bedroom where his father had half-opened the door, his heart suddenly began to beat rapidly for no apparent reason, as if it was about to make a run for it. However, his eyes were frozen in place, fixed on the room like two blocks of ice.

  Wen Shi Xuan's entire body was arched like a shrimp, almost lying on the desk, his two hands grasping the phone tightly, as if grasping a lifeline, and in his eyes, there seemed to be something about to emerge.

  What suddenly comes to mind is panic, fear, apprehension, unease, in short, nothing good.

  Dad, this word she had been calling out for over twenty years suddenly lost its sound from her throat.

  ……

  Knowing that her brother was going to teach her sister how to drive today, Lu Huan rushed home from school and burst through the front door.

  In the living room, Mrs. Lu had just finished tidying up and saw her youngest son running in, sweating profusely. She asked with a smile and concern: "It's hot weather, running under the sun will harm your body, hurry up and wash your face. I've brewed some chrysanthemum tea, drink a cup first."

  "Alright, mom, and brother - has he come back?" He replied to his mother, but was anxious to see his elder brother, and hastily wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.

  "You rushed back just to find your brother?" Mrs. Lu heard this and carefully asked her youngest son, "What's going on?"

  "Has my brother gone out this afternoon?" Lu Huansheng was afraid that his elder brother had even forgotten to teach Manman how to drive.

  Of course, he knew it was absolutely impossible, but his brother would go through thick and thin for his sister.

  "Yes, your brother went out and hasn't come back yet." Mrs. Lu seemed to sense something from his anxious expression, but didn't ask in a hurry.

  Mother has been in a good mood lately, and her complexion is much better. She's even clearer about some things than she was before she got sick, and her eyes are very bright now. Lu Huan is a bit intimidated by his mother's increasingly sharp gaze.

  Just then took over his mother handed him a towel, wipe your face.

  Behind him, the door creaked open, and Jun Ye had entered from outside.

  "Brother!" Lu Huan hastily called out, observing Comrade Lu Jun's expression.

  His complexion wasn't very good, looking like he had gone all out but hadn't gained victory after all.

  Lu Huan's heart skipped a beat, wanting to ask but fearing he would hit the iron plate, thinking back and forth, it was better to let Master Yao take action.

  Entering the room to call Grandpa Yao's phone.

  Just then, Mrs. Lu suddenly approached her eldest son who had just entered the door and was changing his shoes, saying: "Your younger brother called you, why didn't you answer, Lu Jun?"

  Lu Huan's heart shouted: Mom, are you confused again? Didn't you see that brother is in a bad mood?

  "Mom." Jun Ye couldn't be angry with his mother, no matter how annoyed he was. Besides, what she said wasn't wrong. He apologized, "I might have been thinking about something and lost my concentration, I didn't hear Huan calling me."

  "What's on your mind?" asked Mrs. Lu.

  Even facing his mother, there were some things he couldn't say out loud. Jun Ye lowered his voice and put it away: "Mom, nothing's wrong."

  Shoes changed, steps towards the door.

  Mrs. Lu suddenly said a sentence behind him: "As an elder brother, you can't bully people."

  These words shocked both brothers on the spot.

  Lu Huan hastily poked her head out of the doorway, and Jun Ye immediately turned around.

  Mrs. Lu, however, lowered her head before either of them could react, as if she had said something extremely ordinary, and entered the kitchen.

  Lu Huan blinked his eyes, he hadn't expected his mother to say the thing that worried him most.

  Looking at his elder brother, his expression seemed even more astonished than he was.

  "Brother?" He looked worried.

  "Jun Ye withdrew his gaze and casually threw out a sentence: 'I told her not to drive again.'"

  Lu Huan's eyes widened in shock and he stared blankly.

  Never thought brother would be so ruthless towards sister.

  "Brother——" Just as he was about to chase after him and ask in detail, Jun Ye slammed the door shut.

  He didn't dare knock on the door again because he heard a mobile phone ringing inside.

  It seems someone is in urgent need of your help with something at work.

  "Speak." The master grabbed his phone and pulled open the curtains of the room window, letting in the slanted sunlight that made his icy eyes narrow into a slit.

  "The landlord confirmed that Wen Huan and Jin Mei Chen met. At the same time, we sent an anonymous text message to Wen Shi Xuan." The person making the report had a similarly icy tone, devoid of emotion.

  Will she come back to look for him, or will she leave him?

  The frost at the corner of his mouth didn't move at all.

  As long as the goal can be achieved, it doesn't matter how much sacrifice is made, even if it's himself.

  ……

  Jin Family

  Jin's father had just arrived home and received a stern look from Jin's mother.

  "What's wrong?" Jin Bo asked, turning his head to see his daughter Jin Meichen sitting on the sofa in the living room, her hands clasped together and her eyebrows raised as if waiting for him.

  Jin Mu shook her head somewhat anxiously towards Jin Fu.

  Because of Kim Mi-chen's appearance, her parents had never seen it from when she was a child until she grew up.

  Jin Fu is unlike Jin Mu, he has always been calm and composed, having gone through great storms without his will being shaken in the slightest.

  "Didn't I tell you to go back home?" Jin's father said, opening the conversation with a single sentence while putting pressure on his daughter.

  Jin Meichen was not afraid of him at all today, and the cold, unfamiliar light released from her slightly narrowed eyes. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the recorder Wen Huan had given her, placing it on the table and pressing play.

  Inside, it contains a conversation between Jin Father and Jin Mother during their morning exercise that day.

  What I just said, of course, won't be forgotten.

  The father and mother both looked gloomy at the same time.

  Jin Mu turned her back and gritted her teeth in endurance.

  "Jin's father suddenly slammed his hand on the table, furious: 'You hired someone to follow us?!'"

  Jin Meichen was quite calm, she thought now, finally understood why her feelings with Jin Father and Jin Mother were never deep, no matter how good they were to her.

  "This thing was given to me by someone else. Whether you believe me or not doesn't matter. I just want to ask one question, are you two really my biological parents?"

  It's already come to this, can you still acknowledge it?

  Jin Mu's lips were bitten by her teeth and fresh blood flowed into her belly: This sinful thing, one day, still came to an end.

  Although they adopted her at first, it was not just because they could not give birth to a child for their own selfishness, but also because they felt very pitiful when they saw her being abandoned by her family.

  "Beautiful morning." Mainly seeing his wife pitiful, Jin father slightly softened his tone, trying to suppress the anger in his chest, because now it seems that they are not raising a daughter who will be filial to them in the future, but rather raising a snake that will bite back at them. He said, "I don't know where you heard this from or who deceived you."

  "She didn't say anything, just gave me this thing and let me judge for myself. She said she doesn't know what's going on either, and told me to come back and ask you guys." Jin Meichen felt that Wen Huan's actions were all about increasing her own credibility while decreasing the trust of Jin's parents, and Wen Huan had succeeded in doing so.

  How can Wen Yu, who is still young and naive, compare with the cunning and experienced Jin Fu?

  "Mei Chen, think about it yourself." Jin Father showed his usual sharpness when dealing with work matters, "Why did she give you this thing, what's her purpose?"

  "I've thought about this." Jin Meichen nodded confidently, with a hint of pride, towards his father. "Because she wants to gain something from me. I think maybe she knows who my biological parents are. But she's unwilling to say it, or not dare to confirm, so she let me come back and ask you clearly."

  Upon hearing this, Jin Mu suddenly turned around, staring at her with wide eyes: "You want to find your biological parents?"

  They raised her for so long and gave her everything good, but she doesn't have any feelings of attachment to them at all. She only wants to find her biological parents with a single-minded devotion?

  "Why not? Who wouldn't want to know who their real parents are?" Jin Meichen's toes curled up and wiggled.

  Jin Mu's heart was cut in half by her words, aching to the core, as painful as being stabbed with a knife.

  Jin's father stretched out one hand and firmly stopped Jin's mother from speaking.

  He admits that he must have been wrong in some way, and raised his adopted daughter to be like this? Just look at Jin Meichen, he can tell what's on her mind when she wants to acknowledge her biological parents. Who made this adopted daughter his own?

  A cold smile hung at the corner of Jin's father's mouth, eyes and eyebrows: "You want to know isn't impossible, I can tell you."

  "You'd better not go back on your word." Jin Meichen slightly furrowed her brow.

  She originally wanted to use this as a threat to force Jin's parents to change their attitude towards her.

  But now her father's resolute attitude made her feel a bit uneasy.

  "You are neither the one I stole, nor the one I inherited from my relatives, but the one I bought." Jin's father said this word "buy" with a strong sense of contempt.

  Buy?

  Doesn't it mean her original parents were very poor?

  A hint of embarrassment fell on Jin Meichen's originally triumphant face.

  Seeing the disappointed look on his adopted daughter's face, it was indeed as he had thought. His heart chilled by three degrees, Jin Father's two cold laughs were enough to freeze him to the North Pole: "They never came looking for you. However, I believe that if they ever sprout the idea of coming to find you, either they think they've made a fortune or they're certain there's something profitable to be gained here. You make your own choice."

  Let her make her own choice?

  Have their parents become wealthy or poorer?

  Jin Meichen was willing to believe the former, but also couldn't afford the latter.

  Flustered, tense, flashed across his face.

  Jin Mu's face had already revealed her disappointment at this moment, and she covered her face with both hands and ran into the room.

  Boom!

  A loud slamming sound made Jin Meichen jump up, as if waking from a dream.

  Her father then opened the door for her, coldly laughing with deep meaning: "Since you don't recognize us as your parents anymore, go ahead and find your biological parents."