C4 The Zhao Family Only Has One Daughter

I secretly took a breath to suppress the doubt and shock in my heart.

"Impossible, such a high cliff, if you fall, you will definitely die. Even if you don't die, you will definitely be crippled. Furthermore, it has already been a year, why are you bringing this up?"

From Chen Shuqin's words just now, it could be seen that she did not know that I was imprisoned by Zhao Nanqian.

"I am worried. If she returns and is discovered by the Lih family..."

Worried about what?

What did the Lih family find?

Why was Chen Shuqin so afraid when her daughter returned safely?

Her words filled my stomach with doubt. Could it be that Zhao Nanqian didn't imprison me because of jealousy and hatred, but had something to do with the Lih family?

But before I became Zhao Nanqian, I had nothing to do with the people of the Lih family.

I was just about to hear what Chen Shuqin would say next when she suddenly stopped. She changed the topic and said, "This might be her life. Who asked her to climb rocks? She even wanted to pull you. Fortunately, you are fine. Otherwise, it would have taken my mother's life."

It turned out that Zhao Nanqian had said to the public that she wanted to climb and that there was an accident. It was her own fault.

But they were both daughters. Even if they did not grow up by her side, they were still her own bones and blood. Why was there such a big difference?

She clearly did not find the corpse but it was left unresolved?

I deliberately asked, "Mom, what do you think we should do if Zhao Nansheng really comes back alive one day?"

"You are the only daughter of the Zhao family. Even if she comes back alive one day, she won't be able to stop you." Chen Shuqin held my hand and sighed, "The rest can only be blamed on her poor life."

I know that Chen Shuqin is not close to me, even if the Zhao family finds me. I have never made my identity known to the public. There are very few people who know that the Zhao family still has a daughter. When he heard his mother say such words, he still felt pain in his heart.

In Chen Shuqin's heart, I am so insignificant.

Her hand that held me was very warm and her gaze was very gentle. It was precisely because of this that she felt as if a sharp blade had stabbed into her heart. The pain was indescribable.

I looked at Chen Shuqin and blood flowed from my heart. However, my face was smiling as I said, "Mom, you are really good to me."

These words were incomparably ironic.

Chen Shuqin did not understand the meaning behind these words at all. She smiled even more happily. "You are Mom's daughter. If Mom is not good to you, who will she be good to? Oh right, have your relationship with Lih Shaojue eased up a little?"

"It is still the same." I pulled back my hand and answered perfunctorily.

"You have a child by your side. You have secured your position as the young mistress of the Lih family. As for men who are putting on a show outside, that's not important. If you get tired of it, you will eventually have to return home."

Chen Shuqin did not raise any doubts and left after a while.

Watching Chen Shuqin's back as she left, I suddenly felt a little afraid to look for the truth. Was it Zhao Nanqian who did it? Or was it that the entire Zhao family knew about it and only chose to sacrifice me?

Cold familial love, cruel reality, if one thought about it carefully, it would make one shiver in fear.

Ruan Qingtian divorced.

She voluntarily left the family and did not fight for the child's custody. She moved out of the Shao family and rented a room outside. She found a job in the gallery to make a living.

Seeing how she and Shao Zhen were so clean, my heart ached.

The weather in North City became colder.

I can't find the whereabouts of the child, and there's no news from the private detective either. There are people secretly obstructing the investigation. Back then, the person in charge of the autopsy was very tight-lipped, not even half a word could be heard.

Obviously, it was Chen Shuqin who sealed her mouth.

I stood on the balcony and looked into the distance. Just as I was lost in thought, Ruan Qingtian sent me a text message asking me to visit the gallery.

I promised her that I would take a taxi to the gallery.

When I arrived, she was busy and asked me to stroll around. These are the new batch of paintings.

I told her to do her own work, so don't worry about me.

I was casually walking around the gallery when suddenly, a landscape painting caught me off guard and entered my eyes.

This landscape painting...

I was stunned in front of the painting. My gaze was fixed on the small words at the bottom right corner of the painting. It was the word 'Qin'. As I looked at it, tears silently flowed down my face.

My hand trembled as I touched the word. My heart suddenly ached so much that I couldn't breathe.

[Nansheng, what happened to you?] Ruan Qingtian came over and pulled my arm. She gestured and asked me worriedly.

"Yes, it's him, it's him..." I choked so much that I almost couldn't speak. I excitedly grabbed her shoulder. I couldn't speak properly: "Yes, it's him. It's sunny, it's him. He drew this painting. Look at this word. It was written by him. I recognize his handwriting. Qin Tianming is still alive. He is still alive. "

I pulled Ruan Qingtian to look at the small words at the bottom right corner of the painting. She frowned. Her expression became even more worried as she comforted me. [Nansheng, you miss him too much. This is not his painting.] He died a year ago. How could it be his painting? ]

There was a date on the painting. It was from last month.

One. How could a person who had died for a year come back to life?

A year ago, Zhao Nanqian had set fire. Qin Tianming thought that I was inside. After he rushed in, he never came out again.

The man who could sacrifice his life for me is no longer in this world.

I was emotional and said firmly, "No, it's him. It's really him. I recognize this word. Only he would use this method to write this word. Look at the word 'Qin'. This is his habit. I even laughed at him before. This is really him, believe me."

This landscape painting makes me believe that Qin Tianming is still alive.

Ruan Qingtian can't stop me. If I don't find the writer of this painting to confirm, I definitely won't give up. She helped me find out about it in the gallery and finally got the address of the owner of this painting.

That day, I couldn't wait to find the address.

It was the most remote suburb of North City.

I stood in front of the shabby rented house and looked at the discarded materials and paintings in the rubbish bin. I didn't dare to knock on the door.

There was a 'Qin' character at the bottom right corner of each painting. It was his handwriting.

I slowly squatted down and picked up the abandoned painting. I silently wept.

"Who's outside?"

It was a rough voice.

The door creaked open from the inside.

I raised my head and stared blankly at the man in front of me. Tears rolled down my face like broken beads.

He was wearing a cheap sweater, an apron covered with raw materials, and a face mask. Just like that, he appeared in front of me.

We looked at each other. Even if he only revealed two eyes, I could still recognize him at a glance.

I never thought that we would meet again.

At that moment, no words could describe the joy in my heart.

"Heavens, dawn..."

A trace of surprise flashed across Qin Tianming's eyes. In an instant, it turned into disgust and hatred, but there was not a trace of joy.

"Zhao Nanqian, how did you find this place?"

He thought of me as Zhao Nanqian.

I shook my body and stood up. I looked at him and my tears blurred my vision. I smiled and walked towards him step by step. I tried to reach out and touch him to feel that it was real.

I wanted to confirm that this was not a dream. He was really alive and standing in front of me.

Just as my hand touched the mask on his face, his pupils shrank as if he had received a heavy blow. He suddenly took a step back. "You, you are... Nansheng?"