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Chapter 332: Chapter 221 Chapter 332: Chapter 221 “What did you say? You said that Chengcai took out this letter?”

Although Jingxiu’s vocal cords had been damaged, Wenyan still heard the shock in his steady voice.

“Yes, it was him. I guess the photo should also be yours, but it was stolen by Wen Chengcai. When I arrived, you must have just been searching for that photo, right?”

“Yes. I only discovered today that the photo was missing. He left here many days ago, but I didn’t find out until today. His phone has been unreachable; it’s been turned off.”

Jingxiu said, again looking at Wenyan.

His eyes held a plea.

“I don’t go online regularly, so you must know something to have come looking for me. Please, can you tell me what happened? I want to know why Wen Chengcai would do such a thing.”

“I can.” Wenyan nodded, “I will tell you everything I know, but in return, you must also tell me everything I want to know later.”

“Okay, I promise you!”

Jingxiu looked at Wenyan with eager and fervent eyes.

Wenyan was somewhat irritated by his gaze and simply took out a pair of sunglasses from her bag and put them on.

Jingxiu immediately lowered his hat’s brim: “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

As he made this gesture, he also voluntarily averted his gaze.

After donning the sunglasses, Wenyan was able to observe Jingxiu’s expressions more uninhibitedly.

From today and their last encounter, Wenyan didn’t think the man before her was someone overly self-conscious and sensitive. It seemed every time he hid his appearance, it was because he was afraid of scaring someone else.

Why would such a considerate person have abandoned Wenrou and her daughter in the first place?

…Wenyan told Jingxiu everything about what Chengcai had done in the past few days, along with the matter of the paternity test.

Jingxiu had been sitting while listening.

But as soon as Wenyan finished speaking and her words had just stopped, he stood up excitedly once again.

This time, he thought only of rushing over to Wenyan.

But as he just stood up, Shen Jingxiu and Shen Jingchuan also promptly got to their feet.

Jingxiu opened his mouth, quickly glanced at the two brothers, and then sat down again.

This time, even his voice was trembling, and tears once again slipped from his eyes.

“So you, are you Xiaorou and my daughter? You’re called Wenyan, taking Xiaorou’s surname. Are you truly, your mother, she,”

Jingxiu choked several times, struggling to complete his question.

“How did your mother die? When did it happen?”

Behind the sunglasses, Wenyan’s eyes stared relentlessly at the man before her.

She had thought that Wenyan’s biological father would be a heartless scoundrel.

But at this moment, she saw many complex emotions in the man’s eyes.

There was shock, joy, and immense grief, but there was no cold indifference or callousness.

Wenyan, while answering Jingxiu’s questions, said, “My mother died in a car accident when I was still very young, about two and a half years old. To protect me from harm, she shielded me tightly under her body, taking the disaster upon herself. I survived, but my mother left this world forever.

“Afterward, my grandmother got a serious kidney disease, and developed some dementia. She couldn’t even take care of herself, let alone me. So, I was sent to an orphanage. You ask if I am your daughter, I can’t be one hundred percent certain.

“What I am certain of is, I am definitely my mother’s daughter, and I am definitely not Wen Chengcai’s daughter. However, the other two strands of hair that Chengcai presented, which aren’t his, share a high degree of similarity with my DNA.”

After saying this, Wenyan took out the two paternity test reports and the hair samples she had retrieved from the testing agency from her bag.

“I will lay them on the table, you can take a look. If you truly had a relationship with my mother in your youth and if the photo was indeed stolen from you by Chengcai, then I have reason to suspect these two strands of hair were also taken by him from your bed.”

At this point, Jingxiu had no interest in looking at the reports provided by Wenyan. He was bent over, his fists clenched tightly against his chest, continuously emitting a pained whimper.

Under his feet was a soaked cardboard piece. Wenyan saw that the cardboard was stained by some liquid, forming dark circles.

Those must be Jingxiu’s tears.