DBSNTM-chapter 92.1

The flight was at six o’clock in the evening.

Yibo left for the airport at four o’clock.

In order to avoid suspicions, Zhan did not send him off.

After Yibo left, Zhan’s life went back to normal. He commuted from home to the set every day.

If he had time, he would go to the set. And in his spare time, he would continue to study the new script.

When Yibo arrived in Hong Kong, it was morning of the next day.

When he arrived at Cici’s house, Cici was supervising the newly hired craftsman to fix the courtyard.

Yibo carried his suitcase and walked in. He called out, “Auntie.”

Cici turned to look at Yibo. She was so surprised that she paused for a while and said, “Yibo? What are you doing here?”

Although she tried her best to behave naturally, Yibo could read her panic from her expression.

Cici and his mother had been good friends since childhood, and the two of them had a good relationship.

Good friends must have something in common.

Even if Yibo had learned from Xiao Shenhai that he had seen Cici at the kidnapping scene, Yibo only felt a little disgusted with Cici, and he had never thought that Cici would have done such a thing.

Cici had been obedient and Qiren doted on her. She had been raised well by the Wangs to be simple. So she could not do such a vicious thing.

Moreover, she didn’t have the motive.

However, even if she had no motive, she must know something.

Yibo straightened the suitcase and strode over to Cici, his pitch-black eyes flashing with a sharp light as if he wanted to see through Cici.

“Auntie, what do you think I came here for?”

Cici stiffened for a moment and said, “How do I know? Do you come from Beijing? Then you must be very tired after traveling for so long. Go and have a rest. Your room has been kept.”

She then turned around and instructed the servant, “Carry Mr. Wang’s luggage and take him to his room, please.”

A servant came up to help Yibo carry his luggage immediately, “Mr. Wang, this way, please.”

Yibo took a deep look at Cici and turned around to follow the servant into the room.

The servant sent Yibo to his room and left.

Yibo closed the door, took out his phone, and prepared to call Zhan. But he found that it was already eleven o’clock.

There was a jet lag. So it was night in Beijing now and Zhan might have already fallen asleep.

In the end, Yibo did not call Zhan but sent a text message, “Arrived.”

As he put down his phone, the notification of a new text message rang out.

It was from Zhan, “Do you just arrive? Have you eaten? Have you seen Cici? How are you going to mention it?”

Yibo looked at these question marks and smiled.

He lightly tapped his long finger on the screen. “Go to sleep.”

Zhan read the two messages sent by Yibo again and again.

They were only five words in total.

“Then call me tomorrow. Come back early. I’m going to bed.”

Zhan sent the message and only received two words from Yibo. “Good night.”

Yibo put away his phone, took a shower, changed his clothes, and went to visit Cici.

He chose to come to Hong Kong at night so that he wouldn’t be discovered so quickly by Yizhou.

If he came to during the day, Yizhou would know that he had come to Cici because he didn’t show up in the company.

He rushed over overnight. Right now, Yizhou should already know that he had come to Hong Kong.

However, it would take more than ten hours by plane from Beijing to Hong Kong. Even if Yizhou wanted to come, he would arrive at least ten hours later.

Yibo had more than ten hours to “talk” to Cici, so he wasn’t in a hurry.

The hall was very quiet, and Cici was not there.

Yibo asked the servant, “Where is aunt Cici?”

The servant replied respectfully, “She is resting in her room.”

Yibo looked upstairs. Although he hadn’t been to Cici’s house for many years, he still remembered her room.

He went upstairs and walked to Cici’s room. He raised his hand and knocked on the door, “Auntie.”

There was no response in the room. Yibo raised the corners of his lips and left without a smile.

After a long while, Cici came downstairs.

“Yibo, long time no see.” Cici said apologetically, “I was sleeping. I heard you calling me in a daze and thought I was dreaming.”

“If you are tired, you can rest more.”

Yibo said in an indifferent tone without a hint of any emotions, but his gaze did not leave Cici.

Cici was uncomfortable with his gaze.

She forced a smile, “It’s OK, I’m not young and it is summer, so I always feel sleepy.”

“Auntie, you must take good care of your health. Don’t follow my grandfather. My eldest brother is still single and childless.”

Yibo’s voice was low and deep, and he slowed down his speed, so it sounded a bit gloomy.

Cici froze for a moment before turning the topic to Qiren, “How is my father? Is he getting any better?”

Yibo tilted his head slightly, knocking the armrest of the sofa beside him with his long fingers, and said indifferently, “Why don’t you go back with uncle? My brother and Yijun are there.”

“Your uncle and I have been thinking about this recently…” Cici looked down to avoid eye contact with Yibo.

The two of them kept talking about insignificant matters.

Yibo had been observing Cici and discovered that every time she looked at him, she would glance away immediately and change her sitting posture occasionally.

As a Wang, Cici was trained by a special etiquette teacher since childhood, She had always been elegant.

However, her current actions were indicating her nervousness and uneasiness.

Yibo thought it was the right time.

After Cici finished speaking, Yibo did not say anything.

The hall was quiet for a few seconds, When Cici reached out for the glass of water in front of her for the third time, Yibo said faintly, “Auntie, I come here today because I have something to ask you.”

As if she was frightened, Cici suddenly retracted her hand and said, “What is it?”

After she finished speaking, she realized that she was overreacting just now, so she could only fetch a glass of water and take a sip.

Yibo took out the DNA test report and threw it on the coffee table in front of him.

Cici glanced at him before slowly reaching out to get the DNA test report.

Her face turned pale bit by bit. In the end, her entire face was filled with panic.

She was too nervous to utter a complete sentence, “This… Yibo… this…”

Yibo looked coldly at Cici’s panicked look and said in a cold tone, “Auntie, can you explain it? Everyone knows that you and uncle were together when you were studying abroad and you gave birth to Haoxuan at the age of eighteen, but why Haoxuan’s biological father is your ELDER BROTHER?”

Yibo emphasized his last two words.

When he was young, Yizhou and his mother seemed to be in love. However, when Yibo grew up and looked back to his childhood, he felt that their affection was an illusion.

Adults were very good at acting and deceiving people.

After a long while, Cici didn’t say a single word, and the entire hall was filled with dead silence.

Cici tried to calm down and said in a trembling voice, “Haoxuan is Yizhou’s son, but you have to believe that he really loves your mother…”

Yibo sneered and didn’t say anything.

Cici probably understood what she said could not convince Yibo.

After a pause, Cici continued, “At that time, I was indeed pregnant. However, my child was born prematurely and died not long after. Your father took over the Wang Group and had a lot of social interactions. Women with ulterior motives tried their best to get him. Although he wanted to send that woman away, Haoxuan was his flesh and blood. And my child died, so he gave Haoxuan to me.”

It sounded flawless.

What she said was reasonable and well-founded.

Yibo did not express his opinion, but asked, “Does Haoxuan know about this?”

“He… Maybe he knows.” Cici was somewhat hesitant.

Yibo asked, “Does uncle know about this?”

Cici’s expression had returned to normal, and whispered, “Yes, Xiuqing knows.”

Yibo narrowed his eyes slightly. “Uncle is not at home. Where did he go?”

Cici smiled and said, “He has been holding an exhibition recently and has been out for more than a month.”

Just as she finished speaking, a servant walked over and said, “Madam, the dinner is ready.”

“Alright, let’s eat first. You should be hungry too.” Cici stood up and said gently.

She regained her elegance as an artist’s wife, and there was no trace of panic on her face..

Yibo looked down and followed her to the dining room.

In front of the huge dining table, there were only two of them eating. Neither of them spoke, and it was somewhat awkward.

After a while, Yibo put down his chopsticks and said, “I am full.”

Cici watched as Yibo left the room, and her expression gradually changed.

Yibo returned to his room and recalled what Cici just said.

It made perfect sense without loopholes, but he felt that something was wrong.

Yibo thought that he needed to meet Xiuqing.

Yibo made up his mind and went downstairs to ask a servant about Xiuqing’s phone number.

When he used to live with Cici, he and Xiuqing were on pretty good terms, but after he returned to Beijing, the two of them gradually lost contact, and now they no longer had any contact.

He dialed Xiuqing’s number.

The phone rang several times before connecting.

“Hello?” Xiuqing’s voice was very gentle, and Haoxuan was like him on this point.

Yibo said softly, “Uncle, it’s me.”

Xiuqing was a little surprised, “Yibo?”

“It’s me. Where are you now? Do you have time to meet and chat with me?” Yibo hadn’t seen Xiuqing for many years, but he knew that Xiuqing would not reject his request.

Xiuqing was silent for a moment before he said, “Of course, but I’m not going back to Beijing.”

“I’m in Hong Kong, your home.”

Xiuqing fell silent again.

Yibo did not urge Xiuqing, but waited for his reply quietly.

“Alright, my exhibition ends this afternoon. I will go home tonight, but don’t tell your aunt about this.”

“OK”

Xiuqing would be back in the evening. The time was just right.

After hanging up the phone, Yibo narrowed his eyes and recalled what Xiuqing said, “Don’t tell your aunt about this.”

He carefully analyzed this sentence with profound implications.

Without letting Cici know, Xiuqing was willing to have a chat with Yibo.

However, Yibo had never talked about anything from the beginning.

Apparently, Xiuqing knew what Yibo wanted to talk about.

This was a tacit understanding between intelligent people.

In the evening, Yibo and Xiuqing made a phone call and made an appointment to meet at a café in the city.

When Yibo arrived, it was exactly six o’clock.

He ordered a cup of coffee and chose a seat by the window where he could see the parking lot at the door, waiting for Xiuqing.

After nearly half an hour, he suddenly heard a few screams.

Along with it came a burst of noisy footsteps and cries of alarm.

“Heavens, an accident!”

“How is he?”

“Call an ambulance.”

Yibo frowned slightly and didn’t care about it at first.

Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, and rushed out.

He elbowed his way in the crowd and walked to the man who was hit by the car.

It was a middle-aged man. His white shirt was dyed red with blood. Only his collar was still snow white. He had been crashed so hard that it was difficult to recognize him.

Yibo squatted down and wiped the blood off his face. He could vaguely see his face.

It was Xiuqing!

Yibo paused and then shouted, “Uncle? Uncle Xiuqing?”

The man lying on the ground moved his fingers, and then remained motionless.

Someone took out Xiuqing’s wallet and saw the ID card in it. “This man’s name is Xiuqing.”

“Heavens, is he the painter?

“My daughter has always wanted to go to his exhibition!”

At this time, the police had already arrived.

“Move aside, all of you. Move aside.”

The policeman dismissed the other onlookers before walking over and said to Yibo, “Sir, please get up. Don’t interfere with our work here.”

Yibo stood up with a cold face and expressionlessly retreated to the side.

A policeman stretched out his hand to check Xiuqing’s breathing.

Then, he said to the policeman beside him. “There’s no breathing anymore.”

Yibo followed them to the police station, and the police informed Cici.

When Cici arrived, she was in a daze, “Where is Xiuqing? Where is Xiuqing?”

A policeman came forward to stop Cici and said, “Mrs. Wen, I beg your pardon.”

Cici saw Yibo and directly walked towards him, “Yibo, what happened to your uncle? How could this be?”

Yibo raised his head and looked at Cici who was crying with red and swollen eyes. He said, “I’ll accompany you to see him.”

When Cici saw Xiuqing’s corpse, she fainted.

Yibo stood alone in front of Xiuqing’s corpse with a heavy heart.

Even if Xiuqing wasn’t the biological father of Haoxuan, he was still Yijun’ biological father.

Yijun and Xiuqing had a good relationship.

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