Quick Wear: Host, are you playing here?

Yan Yue attended a business event and met people from the Meng family as expected. The head of the Meng family, Meng Rushen, came over with his wife. The middle-aged woman was wearing an expensive dress and had exquisite makeup on. She was supported by Meng Wanwan, and her fatigue could not be concealed.

"Master Yan, I, Wanwan said that I met a girl in your mansion that day. She, she might be my daughter. My wife has sent some invitations to the mansion these days." Meng Rushen said respectfully, hiding his anxiety, "I wonder if you can let us meet her."

"Master Yan, please." The woman beside him spoke softly with a hint of crying in her voice.

Yan Yue was cold-blooded and hard-hearted, and was unmoved. However, no one knew what he was thinking about. He said in a cold voice, "I will let her see it. As for whether she goes or not, I won't force her."

Meng Rushen put his arm around his wife's back to stop her from getting close to Yan Yue, who didn't like people being close to him, and kept saying, "Thank you, Master Yan."

After returning to the mansion, the next day, Yan Yue took out the most recent invitation. His wheelchair made a faint mechanical sound as it rolled over the tiles. He stopped in front of the game room and raised his hand to knock on the door.

Slippers tapped on the floor, and the door slowly opened. Yan Yue held the invitation card tighter. Xu Qing said that treating a placebo is different from treating someone you like, and she should not be deprived of the opportunity to make a choice. Should she return to the Meng family or stay?

Hua Xia lowered her eyes and saw Yan Yue hiding something. She raised her eyebrows slightly. The next second, the man took out the hidden thing again.

"Miss Meng invites you to be her guest, perhaps to help choose an engagement dress." Yan Yue handed out the invitation.

In fact, both of them knew that this was just an excuse.

"I'll let Liu Shan take you there. He'll stay with you." After a pause, Yan Yue added, "It's not safe."

Hua Xia sat down by the door and swung the formalistic gold-stamped post in boredom: "Then why are you letting me go?"

Yan Yue was stunned: "You don't want to go?"

Hua Xia lowered her eyes: "Forget it, go ahead."

Hua Xia fanned herself gently with a post. The room behind her was not dark. The balcony door was open, revealing the sky outside the window. The weather was good today, and the sun shone in. Along with the sun came the sound of large machines working to repair, move and harvest greenery, making a clattering sound.

She propped her chin up, resting her elbows on her knees, and said in a casual voice: "Is the outside being renovated? How long will it take?"

Yan Yue raised his eyes slightly. The wind blew the curtains, and there were a few leaves and an inconspicuous little ball of paper on the ground of the balcony.

"what is that?"

"What?" Hua Xia turned around, then turned back and took out a ball of paper of similar size from her pocket: "Morse code."

Yan Yue pinched the code from her palm and unfolded it. It was not Morse code, but a special code. It would take time for someone from the inside to crack it. He paused for a moment. It was clearly a message from the Dark Night Organization to her, and it was revealed in front of him.

"Do you understand?" Hua Xia asked.

Yan Yue had forgotten his original depressed mood, and his jawline was tense: "You don't understand?"

"Did I forget?" Hua Xia asked as a matter of course.

Yan Yue: “….”

"It can be over tonight." He answered Hua Xia's previous question.

Large machinery was used in the mansion to replace the courtyard vegetation with a completely new design. The trees were no longer all the same. A large tree of late golden osmanthus, which was in full bloom, was planted, and the bluestone slabs in other courtyards were replaced.

So the sound is a bit loud, and the fragrance of soil diffuses in the air. When the wind blows, the scent of flowers is particularly obvious.

The people from Dark Night should have mixed in with these workers, and their means of delivering messages were really not very sophisticated. Yan Yue probably guessed the reason, because the owner of the room played games in the game room last night and fell asleep, and he didn't have the habit of getting up early.

Hua Xia had messy pink hair. The aroma of seafood porridge cooked by the nanny downstairs wafted up. She stood up, patted her pants, then stretched out her hand and spread out her palm.

Yan Yue stared at the shiny palm in front of him, stunned for a moment, then lowered his eyes to look at the ball of 'Morse code' in his hand. If others thought she wanted the paper ball to be returned, Yan Yue didn't think about it at all. His mind seemed to be twitching, and he moved his lips: "I'll give you a secondary card later."

Hua Xia narrowed her eyes and smiled, then took her hand back: "Okay~"

Yan Yue: “…”

The numbness in his heart spread all the way to his spine. Yan Yue didn't know how he got the answer right. The feeling of giving money was strangely nice.

"Ah."

Hua Xia went back to the room, dressed up, and took Liu Shan out. The latter sat in the passenger seat very reluctantly, with his neck stiffened like a big fool, but Hua Xia insisted on taking him with her. She saw a rough face shrouded in dark mist in the right rearview mirror, which was very funny.

"Liu Shan?"

"Is it not good to take you out to play?"

"Liu Shan?"

Liu Shan was like a cock in battle: "Sir, I only asked you to protect me, not to chat with Miss Lin!"

Here, Hua Xia was already looking in the mirror and had no time to tease anyone anymore.

Although the content of the post sent by the Meng family was an excuse, it was still a very complete performance. In the main hall behind the flowing corridor of the Meng family villa, there were already several dress racks with long skirts in various styles.

Meng's mother was waiting at the door. When Hua Xia was led in, she couldn't wait to take a few steps forward, but was steady by Meng Rushen. The couple were well-maintained and looked very young. Their eyes were focused on Hua Xia's face, and they were all shocked.

Very similar, about the same age too.

Meng Mu's surname was Qi. Qi Yuna's eyes were moist at this moment. She turned her head and looked at her husband: "It's Zheng'er, she is Zheng'er, Rushen, did you see it?"

Meng Rushen nodded, and looked at Hua Xia with a hint of apology on his elegant face. He gently explained the meaning of the invitation, hoping to do a paternity test today. After he finished speaking, he unexpectedly did not find any expression of surprise or astonishment on the girl's face.

So calm as if he had known it all along.

"Did Master Yan tell you?"

"Or, do you still have any memories of your childhood?"

Meng Rushen asked more cautiously.

Qi Yuna pushed her husband aside and raised her head with tears in her eyes: "You, what's your name now?"

Hua Xia finally found a chance to answer: "Lin Zheng."

The woman's hands trembled, and her voice was shaking: "If you are willing, can we do an appraisal?"

She had almost confirmed it in her heart, but she had been disappointed countless times over the years. Qi Yuna did not dare to hold any hope. Seeing Hua Xia nod, she leaned on her husband weakly.

After taking a piece of hair, in order to avoid a tense atmosphere, Meng's mother took Hua Xia to look at Meng Wanwan's engagement dress based on the reason in the post. Before the identification results came out, the woman did not choose to ask her how she had been living over the years, nor did she ask about the matter of Yan Ye's little lover that was now widely circulated in the circle.

Just thinking about it a little more, Qi Yuna felt so heartbroken that she couldn't bear it any more. She didn't know how much suffering her Zheng'er had endured over the years.