The baby’s soft and lovely voice was like warm spring water, greatly soothing Wentian’s shattered will.

　　The young man wiped away the tears on his face, looked at Jiang Han with red eyes, and asked with a sob, “I can come back because of my mother, right?”

　　Jiang Han was surprised at his intelligence and looked at him sadly. After a long time, he hummed very softly.

　　Wen Tian leaned back, feeling hopeless and exhausted.

　　”I knew it, I knew it…”

　　A hoarse voice whispered, “My mother sacrificed herself to bring me back, my father…”

　　”It’s Zhang Bizhen… It must be Zhang Bizhen. Lin Qing’s diary said that Zhang Bizhen thought of a way to make the fictional world come true. It must be related to Dad.”

　　”Then did you ask,” Wen Tian clutched Jiang Han’s hand tightly, holding on to the last glimmer of hope, and tried to ask, “Where is my mother?”

　　”Even if she sacrificed herself, she still had to go somewhere, right?”

　　”Boss Jiang, can you…can you use your connections to find my parents?”

　　”Even if…even if he’s dead…there should at least be a corpse…”

　　Wen Tian didn’t want to cry. His heart was filled with despair and panic.

　　But he couldn’t control his tears at all, and soon her face, which had just been wiped clean, was wet again.

　　He helplessly grasped Jiang Han’s hand, like a man about to sink to the bottom of the water grabbing the last piece of driftwood.

　　The back of Jiang Han’s hands were covered with red marks left by Wen Tian’s intense scratching.

　　The man’s eyes were red, and he hugged him tightly, “I have sent someone to look for him.”

　　”You still have me, and Xiaoguai.”

　　”You take a nap, okay?”

　　Wen Tian opened his red eyes and fell weakly into Jiang Han’s arms.

　　The sky gradually darkened.

　　Jiang Han used all his connections to look for Wen Qing and Lin Guangyao, but after a whole day, he still found nothing.

　　No one knows whether he is dead or alive, and there is no trace of him.

　　It was as if they were just two ghosts that caused people to have collective hallucinations.

　　He went to investigate Wen Qing’s family and found out that Wen Qing’s parents had passed away five years ago.

　　If the old couple had not passed away, Lin Guangyao might not have had the courage to bring Zhang Bizhen and Lin Qing home.

　　Lin Guangyao himself was an orphan and was thrown on the roadside when he was born. He was adopted by an old man living alone in the village. The old man died when Lin Guangyao was in high school.

　　There is absolutely nothing to check.

　　Fortunately, Jiang Han’s actions successfully attracted the attention of Jiang’s father and mother who were traveling abroad.

　　Jiang’s mother called back, “Ah Han, I heard you were looking for Lin Guangyao?”

　　Wen Tian was leaning on Jiang Han’s shoulder, his eyes dry from crying reflecting the flashing lights outside the window.

　　Jiang Han patted his shoulder gently, soothing him like coaxing a child, and whispered, “We are investigating.”

　　”Didn’t find anything?” Jiang’s father’s voice came from the side.

　　Jiang Han whispered, “No.”

　　There was a moment of silence on the other end, and then Father Jiang said, “But I suddenly remembered something recently.”

　　Father Jiang himself seemed puzzled, “Strange, how come he seems to have completely forgotten about such a big thing before.”

　　Jiang Han understood immediately, “Is it related to Uncle Lin?”

　　Wen Tian was startled, his body moved, and hope appeared in his empty eyes as he looked towards him.

　　”Yes, your uncle Lin left a will, and I am a witness.”

　　In the silent carriage, Jiang’s father’s voice was like a muffled thunder, which made Wentian’s eardrums hurt.

　　”What will?” Wen Tian asked, his voice terribly hoarse.

　　”Is it A Tian?” Jiang’s mother asked.

　　There was a hesitant silence on the other end of the phone.

　　The two people seemed to be questioning themselves. They had watched his child grow up, so why did they hate him so much before?

　　And… still unwilling to let Jiang Han and Wen Tian have any contact.

　　”Ahem,” Jiang’s father coughed awkwardly after a moment, “It’s about his property.”

　　Father Jiang said, “He left most of his property to you.”

　　Mr. and Mrs. Wen have only one daughter, and Wen Qing is not very interested in the family business. Therefore, since Lin Guangyao came into the family, Mr. Wen has slowly handed over all the family business to Lin Guangyao.

　　By the time Wen’s father passed away, the Wen family had already become a complete “Lin family”.

　　Zhang Bizhen was obsessed with Lin Guangyao’s property. After she officially entered the house, she even engaged in retaliatory spending, and from time to time she asked Lin Guangyao to divide the property with Lin Qing.

　　Lin Guangyao became increasingly disgusted and finally decided to find Jiang’s father and sign a legally binding will under his witness.

　　Jiang’s father recalled the contents of the will, “He left all of his most profitable companies to you, including all the assets he got from the Wen family.”

　　”By the way, the kindergarten where your mother used to work is also left to you.”

　　kindergarten?

　　Wen Qing liked children, so Lin Guangyao opened a kindergarten for Wen Qing to work there.

　　Wen Tian also went to school there when he was little. Every time Wen Qing secretly came to see him and bent down to talk to him, the ID card with the name “Wen Qing” on it would fall down and sway in front of little Wen Tian.

　　Wen Tian covered his face and let out an uncontrollable sob.

　　Lin Guangyao is not a good husband.

　　But even if he is an unforgivable criminal, he should have a place to go.

　　The car happened to stop at an intersection. Wen Tian looked down helplessly, but saw several middle-aged men on the side of the road holding various paper objects and burning them in circles drawn on the ground.

　　”Mom and Dad, it’s the Double Ninth Festival again. Your son and the whole family are here to burn paper for you. I hope you are doing well down there. Don’t worry about me or miss me.” The middle-aged man wiped his red tears and pushed the young man next to him, “Say hello to grandpa and grandma.”

　　The young man said disdainfully, “Oh, it’s all feudal superstition. When you die, you’re dead. When you die, there’s nothing left. I really don’t understand why you have to…”

　　”What else can I do?” the man asked in a muffled voice. “If I wasn’t busy today, I would have gone to the cemetery to take a look. Even if there’s only a tombstone left, I know that I have a father and a mother who love me!”

　　”When your mother and I die, what other ways will you use to remember us besides burning paper?”

　　The young man could not understand the act of burning paper at first, but when he said this, he suddenly stopped sneering and suddenly became sad, “Oh, don’t say such things.”

　　The man looked at the golden flames and murmured to himself, “Even if they are gone, as long as the thoughts are still there, I am still a child with a father and a mother.”

　　The green light came on and the car drove forward following the flow of traffic. The man’s face illuminated by the fire gradually disappeared in the rearview mirror.

　　Wen Tian rubbed his face, which was stiff from crying, and said with empty eyes, “Jiang Han, where are my parents?”

　　.

　　After a whole night of torment, Wen Tian obtained Zhang Bizhen’s confession.

　　[Three years ago, Lin Guangyao took me on a trip abroad. One morning, he drove his yacht out to sea and never came back.]

　　[The yacht was professionally inspected before departure, and the information was recorded in the register. You can check it out if you don’t believe it.]

　　【That was the last time I saw Lin Guangyao.】

　　[Why don’t I call the police? I don’t dare…]

　　[If that bitch Wen Qing knew that Lin Guangyao was dead, she would definitely come back to steal my property! ]

　　[Lin Guangyao died in a yacht accident. I don’t know anything else.]

　　Wen Tian’s eyes were red and swollen from not sleeping all night. He was sipping the century egg and lean meat porridge cooked by Jiang Han himself.

　　He listened numbly to the recording in which Zhang Bizhen insisted that Lin Guangyao died accidentally. He swallowed with a stiff throat, forcing himself to cheer up and continue thinking hard.

　　He can’t fall down.

　　The death of his parents is still unclear and the revenge has not been taken. Xiaoguai and Dabai are only three years old and they also cannot afford to lose their father.

　　Jiang Han turned off the recording and asked in a deep voice, “I’ll go check on that yacht.”

　　Wen Tian nodded mechanically, then turned on his phone and continued watching “Ziba”.

　　In the picture, the little baby is silly and cute. Every time he calls daddy, his cute little voice is so sweet that it makes people’s hearts melt.

　　The kitten’s eyes look at the camera, like pure and transparent gems.

　　Wen Tian recalled that when he first came into this world, the little baby with milk powder spilled on him hid behind the door, blinking his tearful round eyes with pleading eyes.

　　The little guy was always afraid of making him angry, and even walked as quietly as a cat.

　　Wen Tian looked at the adorable baby, and a hint of smile finally appeared in his hollow eyes.

　　Until the time of rapids in the amusement park…

　　The camera followed him to the bathroom to change his clothes, and then came out again and turned to the little cub who had been waiting there.

　　Wen Tian was stunned for a moment and then laughed softly.

　　It turns out that the cub I saw at that time was Dabai.

　　After a while, Jiang Han came back with a thick stack of information. “It’s printed out. Take a look.”

　　Lin Guangyao rented the yacht after he arrived at the local area. The yacht rental company was very professional and kept data records every day.

　　The data on the day Lin Guangyao went to sea was absolutely normal.

　　Wen Tian slowly flipped through the pages one by one, and suddenly asked, “Do you remember when Lin Qing’s diary said Zhang Bizhen found a way to make everything happen?”

　　Jiang Han thought about it carefully and gave a very detailed and accurate date.

　　It was just a few days before Zhang Bizhen and Lin Guangyao went abroad for a trip.

　　So, how could it be a simple outing?

　　Jiang Han suddenly realized, “Lin Qing must know something.”

　　”I’ll make the arrangements. We’ll always find loopholes by interrogating them separately.”

　　Wen Tian nodded.

　　Wen Qing’s social relationships are simple.

　　While searching for Lin Guangyao, Jiang Han was also investigating Wen Qing’s last known activities.

　　When her colleagues at the kindergarten saw Wen Qing for the last time, she was in a daze and said she had been having nightmares for several days.

　　She dreamed that her son Ah Tian’s fate was changed and he died miserably one night three years later.

　　For several days in a row, she had the same dream over and over again, which made her so anxious that she almost lost her mind.

　　Her colleagues then suggested that she go to a temple to pray and seek peace of mind.

　　Wen Qing thought about it with a grim expression, and decisively asked for leave to go to the temple.

　　Then, there was no news.

　　In fact, everyone had forgotten about Wen Qing at the same time. It was only after Lin Guangyao’s incident became a big deal that they remembered that he was Wen Qing’s ex-husband, and only then did they slowly remember every detail of their life with Wen Qing.

　　Wen Qing just disappeared like that.

　　Not long after, Wen Tian and Jiang Han arrived at the hospital where Lin Qing was.

　　The sunlight was a little dazzling, and it felt slightly stinging when it fell on my skin.

　　Wen Tian raised his hands to cover his eyes, his eyelashes drooped, and he hid closer to Jiang Han with some discomfort.

　　Jiang Han reached out and held his hand.

　　The warm palms are filled with firm courage.

　　Wen Tian raised his eyes to look at him, his pale lips curved, “I’m fine.”

　　Wen Tian smiled, “You and the children are still waiting for me, I will be fine.”

　　He already had the answer in his mind, he just wanted to see Lin Qing for the last time.