On the wooden steps, Tang Xiaowan and Leng Lingxiao held hands and walked towards the third floor step by step.
One is excited, the other is full of thoughts.
"Hurry up, hurry up, go faster!"
"Tangtang, why aren't you worried that Wang Junchen will harm grandma?" Leng Lingxiao deliberately changed the topic in order to delay going to the study.
If Wang Jinghui and the others get the certificate smoothly, this point should be on their way back. After all, Chunlei Street is very close to the Civil Affairs Bureau, across a small road, and it takes at most ten minutes to walk.
Based on his understanding of Wang Jinghui, he would probably choose to ride a bicycle, which is romantic and comfortable.
The temples are gray, reliving old dreams.
Of course, in order to ensure that Tang Mei was safe, Leng Lingxiao also made corresponding preparations last night. If Wang Junchen dared to make any small moves, his wife Ye Wanhua would also be affected.
Tang Mei must not let anything happen, otherwise Tang Xiaowan will collapse.
Grandma is her spiritual support.
"Hey, talk back, why?"
"Didn't you say that everything is with you, so you told me not to worry? Besides, grandma has no enemies now. When she came back last week..."
Tang Xiaowan suddenly stopped mid-sentence.
They had reached the third floor now, and the corridor was extremely quiet. Tang Xiaowan bit her lip and quietly opened the study door. She was obviously in her own home, but she acted like she was burglarizing.
The door opens softly, even after entering.
"Hey, grandma's not here, which song are you singing?" Leng Lingxiao asked with raised eyebrows.
"Yes, I have nothing to be afraid of."
As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Xiaowan smiled and moved the chair to the front of the bookcase, picking up the black recorder that looked like a keychain.
"Wow, I'm so looking forward to it. There must be a secret."
"Grandma didn't notice!" Leng Lingxiao teased while restoring the chair.
"Huh? What's going on? You're not here?"
When Leng Lingxiao saw this, he was secretly relieved. It seemed that Grandma Tang had already dealt with it.
Who knows, the happiness is only short-lived.
Tang Xiaowan touched her nose, then ran to the sofa and sat down with a smile: "I'm just telling you, how is it possible? It turns out that's the case."
"Tangtang, what's wrong?"
"Shhh...yes, there is a sound."
[Don't worry, it's just me here, no one else... What's the hurry? I don’t want the ring anymore… As expected, you took it away…]
At this moment, Leng Lingxiao's heart seemed to be tugging at something.
But when I heard it, I became shocked.
Tang Xiaowan was even more confused. She thought that in order to prevent her grandma and Wang Jinghui from receiving the certificate, Wang Junchen would most likely use her safety to blackmail grandma or propose some kind of deal.
I never expected that what was recorded in the voice recorder would be a very explosive secret.
"Ye Wanhua is actually Yi Xiaodan!"
"The elusive Shishi was founded by grandma. She is the real boss!"
"Grandma saved Ye Wanhua's daughter!"
Tang Xiaowan stuffed the voice recorder into her small bag and looked at Leng Lingxiao intently.
"Tangtang, actually grandma..."
"Don't tell anyone. You know it and I know it." Tang Xiaowan glanced at the study door and interrupted.
Leng Lingxiao guessed that Tang Mei had a special status, but he didn't expect it to be so special. In this way, many things before made sense.
The only thing that doesn't make sense is the little wife's life experience. Is there something wrong with the identification?
It’s true that Shishi people are good at hiding, but from the beginning to the end that day, it didn’t pass through the hands of anyone else, they were all trustworthy people.
"Tangtang, are you... okay?" Leng Lingxiao asked again with concern.
He was afraid that she would think of his life experience.
"I'm a little excited. No, please pinch me. Why is this happening? Then... from now on, can't I just walk sideways on the road?"
Leng Lingxiao didn't reply, but took Tang Xiaowan into his arms and kissed her deeply.
"Huahua, what are you...doing?"
"I, Huahua..."
It wasn't until he was almost out of breath that Leng Lingxiao slowly let go.
"Tangtang, listen to me." Leng Lingxiao paused and looked at his little wife tenderly, "If, I mean if, the baby that grandma said...the baby who Wang Junchen gave up treatment, if it was you , will you bear grudge against...your own father?"
"What if I am Wang Junchen's daughter? Yi Xiaodan, no, Ye Wanhua is my mother?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Leng Lingxiao's expression suddenly became complicated, ranging from distressed to unbearable, and there seemed to be a little anger toward Wang Junchen.
How could he give up treatment, without even conducting an investigation, and just decide life and death like that.
"Huahua, what's wrong with you?"
Leng Lingxiao smiled and took Tang Xiaowan's hand and kissed it gently.
"Answer me, Tangtang, will you hold a grudge against him? I mean...will you feel sad?"
"No, I will be very happy. At least I have my parents. They are still alive. My father gave up treatment before... but he misunderstood that I was not his child. If he knew, he would not give up."
Leng Lingxiao's eyes were filled with tears after hearing this. He took Tang Xiaowan into his arms again and stroked her long hair.
"Yes, you are right to think so..."
"Huahua, what's wrong? Why do I think you are so weird? Are you hiding something from me?"
"As a man, it's good to have a little mystery. There will definitely be a little secret, but I promise, it won't be that messy."
"Grandma didn't let you say it, right?" Tang Xiaowan looked at Leng Lingxiao with a smile.
He stopped people in one sentence.
Leng Lingxiao scratched Tang Xiaowan's nose and smiled mischievously: "Yes, it's good to know."
"Oh, it's really..."
At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, followed by a knock on the door.
Boom, boom, boom!
"Miss, sir, the old lady is back. Please go to the restaurant for snacks."
"Okay, I understand." Tang Xiaowan replied, then looked at Leng Lingxiao with a smile, "I won't go back to Chicheng tonight, I want to wait and watch the show."
"Then you have to live in a villa in the eastern suburbs."
"Hate it, I was still thinking... okay."
Leng Lingxiao nodded with satisfaction and pulled Tang Xiaowan out of the study.
However, while going downstairs, he also wanted to understand one thing. Maybe Tang Mei already knew about Tang Xiaowan's secret recording pen.
She leaked it to Tang Xiaowan on purpose. Wang Junchen was definitely not dead, at most he was poisoned.
When he arrived at the restaurant and saw Tang Mei eating snacks and drinking tea with a calm expression, Leng Lingxiao became even more convinced of his judgment.
"Grandpa, grandpa!"
Tang Xiaowan's sudden voice not only interrupted Leng Lingxiao's thoughts, but also interrupted Wang Jinghui who was peeling oranges for Tang Mei.
In the past, it sounded happy when the little girl called her grandpa, but now it is justifiable.
"Tangtang, dear, come on, come on!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Jinghui smiled and picked up two large red envelopes with exquisite designs and stuffed to the top from the table.
In fact, no one is short of money, and everyone is richer than the other, which is just to celebrate.
After receiving the certificate, you must show it.
Leng Lingxiao: "..."
It was a happy event, but there was a slight disadvantage in terms of seniority. The relationship between Wang Jinghui and him directly changed from a year-end friend who drank and talked happily to a grandfather and grandson.
You're such a bad old man, aren't you?
I don't believe it. What kind of flowers can you find in your red envelope?
At most, it’s a hundred pieces of the most expensive currency.
