This shocking scene scared Xie Zigui and walked over quickly.
She knelt down, hugged Li Yutong patiently and said, "Mom, stop crying. Even if the immortal comes back, you can't tear your eyes out."
Xie Huaiyuan and Xie Yiye came over. When they heard this, they thought she recognized their daughter.
Xie Huaiyuan took Li Yutong and asked softly: "Yutong, our daughter is back. You no longer have to worry about her suffering outside."
Xie Huaiyuan looked at Yang Weiwei who was standing aside and waved to her.
Yang Weiwei hesitated for a while, and finally came over.
"Look, our daughter is standing in front of us now, and we will never be separated again." Xie Huaiyuan took Yang Weiwei's hand and folded it with Li Yutong's.
Li Yutong looked at Yang Weiwei in surprise.
Seeing that his father was blind and unable to see the important point, Xie Yiye reminded him coldly: "Dad, look at what Mom is holding in her hand."
Only then did Xie Huaiyuan see what Li Yutong was holding.
It was a piece of cotton, with no pattern and some yellowing, but my wife held it tightly, as if she was holding a rare treasure.
Seeing this piece of cloth, Xie Huaiyuan thought about it, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he quickly asked: "Where did this thing come from?"
Xie Zigui couldn't tell what it was, but since her mother treasured it so much, it must have some meaning.
The cloth is white, with some yellowing, and it looks very old at first glance.
Xie Zigui thought for a moment and glanced at Yang slightly.
"This belongs to the immortals." Li Yutong answered quickly, carefully folding the cloth in his hand and placing it on his heart.
Xie Zigui took another look at the piece of cloth. It looked familiar. He must have seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for the moment.
Xie Huaiyuan looked at Yang Weiwei and asked tremblingly: "Is this yours?"
Yang Weiwei looked at the piece of cloth that was cherished by Li Yutong. Just as he was about to deny it, Xie Zigui said, "This is Weiwei's. I have seen it on Weiwei's desk before."
Yang Weiwei's words got stuck in his throat.
It takes a lot of courage to admit that this rag is yours.
From yesterday to today, she has been dazzled by the wealth of the Xie family, especially the three brothers of the Xie family, who are really handsome.
For a family as wealthy as the Xie family, she would stay as Xie Xianxian for the time being. Even if she couldn't become the fourth lady of the Xie family, what if she fell in love with any handsome guy?
After thinking about this, Yang Weiwei felt much more calm when admitting it.
"Yes, I have carried this piece of cloth with me since I was a child, and I don't know how it fell out."
Seeing her proud look, Xie Zigui clenched his gums, clenched his hands into fists, and rolled his eyes in his heart.
This Yang Weiwei really knows how to climb up the pole.
Xie Huaiyuan was very happy when he heard this: "I guess this is the fairy's saliva towel. In that era, it was popular to get a pin to pin the saliva towel on the child to facilitate wiping the baby's saliva. I didn't expect you to still keep it after so many years."
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Yang Weiwei also had a somewhat moved expression on her face: "I have known since I was a child that I am not my biological child, and my overseas adoptive parents have never concealed my life experience, including this saliva towel, which they also gave me."
"Your adoptive parents only gave you this one?" Xie Huaiyuan wanted to confirm further, "Is there anything else? Clothes or shoes."
Seeing that Xie Huaiyuan had entered the interrogation mode, Yang Weiwei couldn't talk to him for a while.
She looked at Xie Zigui nervously.
Xie Zigui pulled Xie Huaiyuan and said coquettishly: "Dad, let's ask Weiwei's adoptive parents directly when the results of the appraisal come out. It's been so long and Weiwei may not remember them."
"That's true." Xie Huaiyuan smiled, "But I don't think the identification results are needed anymore. This saliva towel is an important object, enough to prove Weiwei's identity."
Xie Huaiyuan has identified Yang Weiwei's identity.
Xie Yiye watched Yang Weiwei's every move and did not miss any subtle expression on her face.
It remains to be verified whether this cloth belongs to Yang Weiwei, but it is indeed outrageous that this cloth appears here.
Looking at the whole thing, there are too many coincidences.
He walked up to Xie Yizhe and asked in a low voice: "Has this Yang Weiwei's identity been investigated?"
Xie Yizhe nodded: "There are no problems found so far, and the time is basically right."
Xie Yiye pouted: "The only thing missing is the identification result."
"I'll go out." Xie Yiye pointed at Xie Huaiyuan, "Stop him and don't let him hold a press conference because he's crazy. I'm afraid I'll be embarrassed if I get the wrong person."
Xie Yizhe smiled, his eyes crescent-like: "Don't worry, I won't recognize this sister until the identification results come out."
Xie Yiye nodded reassuringly, took the car keys and walked to the underground garage.
The time has come and it's time for him to get the results.
Seeing Xie Yiye leaving, Xie Zigui blinked and quietly sent a message to Su Qianqian.
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The weather was fine, and after a good sleep, Wen Yan woke up early.
She was making breakfast in the house when she heard the sound of a car outside the door.
Looking out of the window, the familiar Maybach was parked at the door. The door opened and Gu Jinmo walked out.
Wearing a white T-shirt and black trousers, her fine black hair fell in front of her forehead, covering the darkness under her eyes.
Wen Yan was surprised.
Why is he here?!
Are you so impatient to get divorced?
The morning light shines through the leaves and casts dapples on the man's face, flickering in and out, handsome and indifferent.
The man glanced towards the house.
Soon, Wen Yan's cell phone rang.
"Hello."
Gu Jinmo's deep voice came over: "I'm at your door."
"Have you had breakfast?" Wen Yan remained calm and continued to make noodles.
He paused for a few seconds and asked hesitantly: "How many?"
Wen Yan chuckled: "Yes."
Today is the day of their divorce. She has calmed down a lot, at least when facing him, her mood rarely fluctuates.
Time heals everything.
Wen Yan opened the door to the courtyard and Gu Jinmo walked in.
Seeing Wen Yan wearing an apron, Gu Jinmo was stunned.
She has clear eyes, a slight smile on her lips, her waist-length hair is tied casually on her chest, and her beige apron adds some gentle color to her beautiful facial features.
He had never seen her so leisurely.
In the past, at the villa, when he came back late, she would take the initiative to ask him if he was hungry. Without disturbing the aunt, she would make him midnight snacks, and every time she would carefully ask him if he liked it.
One time he came back late and saw her asleep on the sofa with a nutrition guide in her hand.
It was then that he discovered that she was good at cooking and had worked hard secretly.
He sat at the table and a bowl of noodles was served in front of him.
"I didn't know you were here, but there was already chili in the soup."
Seeing him staring at the noodles in a daze, Wen Yan thought he was looking at the minced chili pepper floating on it.
"Can you eat spicy food?" Gu Jinmo asked.
Wen Yan was stunned for a moment, thinking that in the past few years in the Gu family, in order to cater to his non-spicy taste, she, who could eat spicy food, had always said that she did not eat spicy food.
Now when Gu Jinmo asked, she was speechless for a moment.