Wen Xinnuan finally remembered, "Yes, it's in the photo. Do you still remember the copy of Rabindranath Tagore's "Birds" you lent me when you were in the third grade of junior high school?"
Jing Jiaren's mind suddenly flashed with thunder and lightning, and she felt like the sky was shattering and the earth was shattering, and day and night were changing.
Wen Xinnuan said: "When I opened it, a photo fell down. It was an old black and white photo colored with oil paint. I have always heard you say that your mother looks very similar to you, but she is in the hospital.
I have never seen her before. It was the first time I saw your mother in a photo. She really looks like you. She is a great beauty."
Jing Jiaren tightened her grip, her palms sweating.
Wen Xinnuan added: "The man next to her is a foreigner. He has red pupils, is handsome, and his eyes are very fierce."
"..."
"I originally wanted to return the photos and poetry collection to you, but then I faced immigration... There were too many things going on at the time, and I didn't forget them on purpose."
Jing Jiaren asked mechanically: "How old do you think the man in the photo is?"
"When you say that, it shouldn't be the same person. The man in the photo was in his twenties or eighties at that time." Wen Xinnuan said apologetically, "I'm sorry, beautiful lady, I must have remembered it wrong. But they are indeed very young."
picture……"
Jing Jiaren closed her eyes and felt as if she had fallen into a huge conspiracy.
She remembered that her always honest father Jing went to the casino. It was not an ordinary casino, it was a special hotel opened by Ximen Longting.
Ximen Longting also said at the time that the hotel was not accessible to ordinary people.
Thinking of Jing's mother being so similar to Leng's mother, Jing's father repeatedly warned her not to marry into a wealthy family, and now another photo appeared.
Jing Jiaren's mind was in knots, and she desperately wanted to figure out what was going on.
"Beauty, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
"Is that photo still there?"
"I brought all the important things with me after immigrating, and that collection of poems should also be there. Is it important?"
"Well, it's very important to me..." Because she wanted to see clearly whether the man in the photo had red eyes by chance, whether Wen Xinnuan remembered it wrong, or whether he really looked like Ximen Longting!
"It's at my home in Colombia. I'll call my dad back and ask him to look for it. Can I scan it and scan it?"
Jing Jiaren nodded: "Sorry to trouble you."
"That was originally yours and should have been returned to you long ago. However, I can't let my father know that I have returned to China."
"..."
"Beauty, are you okay? Your face looks so bad."
Jing Jiaren pressed her forehead: "I'm fine."
"You're sweating...don't worry, it's been so long, I must have remembered it wrong."
Jing Jiaren began to feel dazed, and she couldn't listen to anything Wen Xinnuan said next.
She felt cold in her heart. If the person in the photo was definitely Ximen Longting's father, how could such a coincidence happen in the world - she and Ximen Longting met.
She was drugged for no apparent reason and became a surrogate mother.
She always thought it was Ximen Longying, but she never suspected that it was Ximen Longting?
How could she be loved by Ximen Longting? If he loved her, why couldn't he marry her? Why could he say with certainty that his father would not agree?
Unless Ximen Longting's approach has an ulterior motive. Everything he does to her is a revenge of love!