Li Zishen walked downstairs slowly and didn't call back until he was sitting on the sofa in the living room.
"Tell me, what's the matter?"
Du Feng's deep and anxious voice came from the other end of the phone: "I found Yi Xiaodan's archive. He is indeed type O blood. He is 18 years old and 170cm tall. The relevant information... will I send it to you now?"
The air suddenly became quiet.
Li Zishen nodded thoughtfully: "Okay, but Ye Wanhua is type O... Rh negative."
"Brother Shen, at that time, due to the conditions of the orphanage, it was impossible to conduct detailed examinations on every child. I still firmly believe that... it is her."
"That's the truth, but changing your name will always leave something behind. Ye Wanhua..."
At this time, there were several beeps.
Li Zishen quickly looked through the pictures and remembered what Bai Long had found out before.
When Ye Wanhua was 20 years old, her family was traveling by car. Her parents were killed in a car accident. She was the only one who survived. She later studied in Country Y and married Wang Junchen. When she was 25, she gave birth to a daughter who was unfortunately lost.
At first, Li Zishen thought that Tang Xiaowan was the lost child. After all, there were too many coincidences, but the results of the paternity test revealed otherwise.
Unexpectedly, on Ye Wanhua's birthday, Li Zishen got another piece of news. It turned out that the child died of illness a few days after birth, but Ye Wanhua didn't want to face it and said it was lost.
In fact, whether it is dead or lost, the authenticity is no longer important to Li Zishen.
Now he only cares about whether Ye Wanhua is Yi Xiaodan. If so, then everything Wang Junchen did before would make sense.
"The year of the car accident... happened to be the year when Yi Xiaodan was killed. There are indeed many coincidences."
"Brother Shen, it's definitely her, there's no mistake."
Du Feng believed in his own judgment so much, and so did Li Zishen.
However, what he wants is evidence.
"If the identity is faked, then Ye Wanhua is really powerful, and the path is not easy!"
"Brother Shen, you have forgotten that Wang Junchen is now the boss of Shishiyi, but the Shishiyi organization existed thirty years ago. If Wang Junchen had already joined at that time, or..."
Before he finished speaking, the sound of footsteps suddenly came.
Seeing his mother coming down, Li Zishen quickly interrupted: "Okay, let's do some research."
With that said, he hung up the phone.
Li Zishen didn't want to make it clear to his mother about checking Ye Wanhua, so he would avoid it one day at a time.
No matter whether what happened to Yi Xiaodan was really related to his mother, he was still her son. This was an unchangeable fact.
Zihan is right, there is only one mother!
"Zishen, what are you studying?" Mrs. Li slowly sat on the sofa and asked with concern.
"It's nothing. The weekend exchange meeting just ended. While the people from country D are still there, we are going to have a meeting tomorrow to discuss it in depth."
Mrs. Li nodded happily: "Oh."
It’s not as if something went wrong.
"By the way, will Third Aunt be discharged from the hospital soon?" Li Zishen picked up the tea cup and took a sip gently.
He has been busy recently and was caught up in various things, but despite this, he still took the time to ask about the situation at Boxin Hospital.
But he didn't know yet that Liming Yue was crying and making trouble in front of Mrs. Li in the examination department.
Call her a vixen and a bad woman.
Since then, Mrs. Li did not dare to visit in person, so she could only let Wu Ma sneak over while Liming Yue was in class with gifts.
After all, we are all relatives, so no matter how angry we are, we still have to do the etiquette things.
"Recheck in the afternoon, I guess I'm home by now." Mrs. Li pretended to be calm and replied, casually picking up the tea that the servant had just served.
"Uncle San can finally feel relieved!"
"These days...your third uncle didn't go to the company, and the second uncle's side is also very hard. They are all members of our own family, so we should pay attention to what we should care about."
"Mom, don't worry, as long as the second uncle..."
While the two were analyzing the current situation, their younger brother Li Zihan had already gone to the restaurant carrying a huge plate.
Above is his store’s secret roast duck.
It is perfect to have both study and business.
Li Zihan can be in such good condition thanks to Li Wanshan. If he hadn't been so ambitious and always thinking of making small moves, the Xianweilai chain store would never have fallen into the hands of his nephew.
Soon, the dishes were placed one by one.
After all the servants left, Li Zishen slowly said, "Wu Ma, where is the peony root carving?"
Just now, he discovered it as soon as he came in.
"Oh, the table in the restaurant was changed two days ago. It was a bit inconvenient and blocked the road, so I moved it to the storage room. I forgot about it in the busy schedule today."
She didn't want to say that this was what Mrs. Li meant.
The mother and son have just reconciled, but they can't have any more disputes over the peony root carving.
"Move to Liyuan."
Li Zishen looked at his mother firmly, as if discussing or informing.
It was something that my father cherished very much when he was still alive. It was carved for him by Yi Xiaodan himself. Since my mother couldn't tolerate it, she had to move it away.
Anyway, Li Yuan was bought by his father because of Yi Xiaodan, and many things were stored there.
Mrs. Li smiled lightly: "That's fine."
After she finished speaking, she took a sip of soup, feeling uncomfortable in her heart. Her son looked at her like that. What could she do? She only regretted that she had lost to Yi Xiaodan again.
But then I thought about it, it was just a relic, why should I bother with a deceased person.
"Hey, I said, haven't you seen it? Come and try the new secret roast duck in our store. It tastes great. There are more people queuing up every day."
Li Zihan smiled and looked at his mother and brother.
As soon as he shouted, everyone immediately picked up their chopsticks and pointed at the beautifully arranged roast duck.
"Well, it tastes pretty good, pretty good."
Regarding such perfunctory comments, Li Zihan simply didn't buy it.
"Brother, can we have an overview of the whole situation?"
Li Zishen: "..."
This boy has something in his words!
"Well, the knife skills are good, and the styling is perfect. It has reached the professional level of a five-star hotel."
"Of course, let me tell you, brother, have you heard of that old man Cui? His knife is indeed extraordinary. When I used to make ducks..."
Li Zishen: "..."
"Did you take Uncle Cai's knife... away?"
"What do you mean by Shun? Uncle Cai gave it to me willingly. Of course, as a thank you, I returned him a set of purely imported ones. Isn't that interesting?"
Li Zishen shook his head helplessly, he didn't believe that he was willing.
Uncle Cai wished he could offer up the knife.
Although Mrs. Li didn't understand the significance of the knife, the deep relationship between the two brothers still made her smile and feel a lot of relief.
Mother Wu on the side also breathed a sigh of relief.
It's great that Miss Yi's things can be saved and moved to Liyuan, which she likes.
If you know, you should be very happy.
…
On the other side, the Wang family's old residence.
Dinner is ready, and all the dishes are cooked by Wang Junchen himself. He thought his wife was still catching up on her sleep, so he gently opened the bedroom door.
Unexpectedly, when someone was revising the design drawings, he felt both distressed and full of admiration.
"Didn't you say you don't care anymore?"
"Isn't it just fine? It was just sent here. It's a fax. I'll check it for her. She can take a look at it." Ye Wanhua replied without raising her head.
The traces of pencil modifications are so obvious!
Is this a casual look?
"Meng Yiran and Yang Rui are dating, do you know this?" Wang Junchen deliberately reminded.
"I know, I've already discovered that there is a problem between them, so a few days ago I was thinking about whether to... give Yang Rui a promotion or something. Otherwise, I really can't afford to support that girl. How about the manager?"
"You decide what to do, you have the final say."
"Okay, let's hold a video conference tomorrow...to formally inform you, and explain the work by the way."
After finishing his words, Wang Junchen's thin lips curled up slightly. This was exactly the result he wanted. With this arrangement, the wife can safely raise her baby at home.
Sleep is crucial and must be ensured.
"Okay, okay, let's go eat quickly. What time is it already? Maybe the baby will start to protest."
When Ye Wanhua heard this, she couldn't laugh or cry.
Will a small cell that is only half a month old protest? But before she could refute, she was picked up by her husband and walked straight out of the bedroom.
The corridor is filled with sweet smells.
"Ajun, are you crazy about your children? I'm only a little older, how could it be possible..."
"Sir, madam, the old man is here!"
Suddenly the butler's report came from downstairs.
