After my death, the Nanyang prince committed suicide for love

"Miss Wen, can you tell me why you wanted to buy a house in Shengxing Garden in the west of the city?"

In the government meeting room, the space that could hold about 20 people was empty except for four people.

The three people opposite were responsible for taking notebooks and recorders to record the conversation.

The middleman was responsible for questioning, and the division of labor was so clear that it seemed as if it had been rehearsed many times beforehand.

"I just wanted to invest, and I happened to hear others talking about the current situation in Nanyang. It made sense, so I went to investigate. I thought it was good, so I took action."

"Bold and slashing? Who? Do you know him?"

Wen Jin shrugged: "How would I know this person? I met him at a barbecue stall, and I thought he was just bragging at the time."

“Which barbecue stall?”

“Nanyang University BBQ near Nanyang University.”

The man asked, "Do you know when?"

"I forgot, it should be mid-April."

"Who are you with?"

"Myself."

"Where's the other party?"

"We were a group of people, and they drank quite a lot," Wen Jin answered truthfully. He was thinking as he answered, "Oh, by the way, they also ordered two skewers of grilled shrimp that day. I thought they were good, so I ordered one too."

"Do you remember what the other party talked about?"

"Men always like to brag when they are drunk. I heard him say that he was divorced or preparing for divorce. Anyway, he seemed to have some troubles in his marriage. He also said that if he had money, he would go to the west of the city and buy dozens of houses."

"I think his analysis makes sense, so I listened to it."

Seeing Wen Jin's good attitude, the other party nodded and said, "Miss Wen, would you mind if you come with us today?"

"Let's add each other on WeChat. I'm sure we'll need your cooperation in the future. We can just contact each other on WeChat then."

Wen Jin stood up slightly as the other party moved and smiled: "Forget about WeChat! There's someone from the investigation team lying in the list. I'm quite panicked. You can leave a phone number."

The other party smiled and said, "I understand, that's fine."

The atmosphere in the conference room gradually calmed down only after Wen Jin left.

The person in charge of recording saw Wen Jin leaving and asked unwillingly, "Just let her go like this?"

"Go check out the barbecue restaurant in front of the school in mid-April and see if what she said is true."

"What if this is true? The other party reported her and Mr. Shen's affair."

"The Shen Group is so rich. If they really want to do this kind of thing, it's impossible for them to buy just a dozen houses. It's easy to imagine."

"Then we won't investigate?"

The person standing in front looked back at her and said, "Investigate, of course, this girl may not look young, but she is very thoughtful. Let's find another way to investigate her source of money. If the money was given by Mr. Shen..."

.........

Wen Jin had just come out of the office building and before he could stop a car, an inconspicuous-looking Volkswagen stopped in front of him.

The other party came down and greeted him respectfully.

Judging from his posture, he should be a retired soldier.

"Ms. Wen, I'm Mr. Shen's driver, and I'm here to pick you up."

"Thank you," Wen Jin got into the car, a little curious, but he had just been interrogated, so he was still on guard: "Did someone change?"

"Originally it was Jiang Ge, but the gentleman said that he was afraid of attracting attention, so he asked me to come. I will protect you secretly in the future. If you need anything, you can call me in time," the driver took out a card from his pocket.

Four words were written powerfully: A member of the Shen family.

Followed by a series of numbers.

"Thank you," Wen Jin said without any pretense.

She had never experienced such a thing in her previous life or this life combined.

Shen Xunzhou's hand reached out to her, and there was no reason for her not to help him.

As I sighed, my cell phone rang and I looked at the number.

Seeing it was Wen Mo, he wanted to answer the call but didn’t want to.

I thought she would hang up if no one answered, but who would have thought that she didn't mean that.

"Is something wrong?"

"My mom and I are at a mall near the school. Do you want to come and have a meal together?"

Wen Jin lowered his head and sneered: "Are you bored and want to watch us fight?"

"Wen Jin, I'm standing in the middle. I don't want to see you two fighting each other."

"She is just a novice mission village. I will have a mission if I get close to her."

Wen Mo was puzzled: "What mission?"

"What kind of mission could it be to fight?"

Wen Jin hung up the phone, too lazy to pay attention to her.

Wen Mo stood not far away with her cell phone in her hand, a somewhat embarrassed expression on her face.

Zhao Wan'er was brainwashed by Wen Mo for a rare time. She thought she could establish a good mother-daughter relationship with Wen Jin, but she was brought back to reality.

"Let's go! I guessed it."

Zhao Wan'er continued, "We are not compatible."

"Mom, don't say that. We are all family."

"A family?" Zhao Wan'er thought of something and sneered, "Let's just take it as it is!"

The two found a newly opened Hong Kong-style restaurant, but when they went up, they discovered that it was packed.

I'm planning to change stores.

"Mrs. Wen?"

"Mrs. Ling?"

"What a coincidence! I didn't expect to see Madam Wen here. Miss Wen Jin didn't come?"

Wen Jin?

Zhao Wan'er's expression relaxed a little, but she couldn't show it in front of outsiders: "She's busy today."

"Is Madam Wen coming to eat too? Do you want to join us?"

"Is it appropriate?" Zhao Wan'er looked at Wen Mo undecidedly.

Old Madam Ling came over and grabbed her hand, feeling that they had met too late: "It's just right, it's just right. I've wanted to visit you for a long time, but my silly grandson has been holding me back and not letting me go. It's a rare opportunity for us to meet today."

"Master Ling?"

"What's the use of calling him Master Ling or not? Just call him Ji Bai. Our two families are destined to be together. Who knows, we may even become one family in the future."

Wen Mo was shocked!

With whom?

Wen Jin?

What happened that she didn't know about?

A group of four people entered the box, and the old lady was accompanied by her young daughter Ling Ci.

It is said that the old lady’s eldest son was about seventeen or eighteen years old when he unexpectedly found out he was pregnant with twins. After they were born, it was discovered that they were a boy and a girl.

The eldest, the second and the third seem to be from two different generations.

Ling Jibai calls Ling Ci aunt, but she is actually only a few years older.

On the contrary, Ling Ci is in good shape, and the two of them look more like people of the same age.

Ling Ci's story is considered a "good story" in Nanyang. She got married, suffered domestic violence, and eventually brought home an autistic child.

"Thanks to Miss Wen last time, otherwise my son would have been..."

Ling Ci succinctly explained what had happened.

Zhao Wan'er and Wen Mo listened with confusion on their faces.

This matter....they don't know.

Wen Jin didn't say that either.

The old lady smiled and poured Zhao Wan'er a cup of tea: "This is also the fate of our two families. We should visit each other more often in the future."