Daily life of working as a substitute bride for a wealthy family

After a while, Mo Shaohua said, "Actually, that bracelet looks quite antique. The man's family is of Chinese descent, right? Did his ancestors go to Southeast Asia?"

Xiang Ran said nothing.

It's just... a trick.

To prevent Mo Shaohua from suspecting Sheng Yang.

Mo Shaohua asked again, "Such a nice bracelet was left in the pocket of an unknown corpse. Don't you think it's a pity? Are you...wanting to use this as a way to return the bracelet to its owner?"

Xiang Ran did not answer him directly.

He clasped his hands together and said, "I feel really sorry. I don't know if they're fellow Chinese, or stateless refugees here... I heard from Teacher Xiaoying's boyfriend that there are some industrial parks here where many Chinese people are involved in fraud. There are often homicides and other tragedies, and some people are dumped in the river. The further you get towards Y Port, the worse the security gets."

Mo Shaohua said, "Forget it... No one was trying to retrieve it in the first place, and we just happened to find it. It should be buried with honors now. If the police get involved, who knows, they might even be able to clear the name and catch the murderer. So... we can't really be considered to have done anything wrong, right?"

Mo Shaohua is quite good at guiding people.

I can enlighten others and comfort myself.

-

Sheng Yang developed a fever that night after catching a cold from the rain.

Drowsy.

The next day, he had a high fever and was sent to the best private hospital in City X early in the morning.

After examination, it was found that the cold had turned into pneumonia.

In the afternoon, he was still receiving an IV drip when a search team member sent by overseas Chinese leader General Zhao came forward to report.

It was said that half an hour ago, they found a drowned body on the shore a few kilometers away from where Xiang Ran fell into the water. Blood-stained clothes were found near the body, and there was also a bracelet on the body.

That person said that the weather in Country Z is hot.

The corpse already has some gigantism.

Sheng Yang clicked on the photo of the bracelet's details and almost couldn't breathe because of the pain in his chest.

The fingers holding the phone tightened little by little.

Because of excessive force, the finger bones turned white.

He pulled out the needle from his hand and said, "Take me over there. I want to see it with my own eyes."

-

As night falls, the moon is big and round.

It's weirdly round.

The clear light shines in from the window at an angle.

Sheng Yang's face was gloomy, his lips were tightly pursed, and his eyes were fixed on the white cloth covering the corpse.

His outstretched hand hung in mid-air.

Everyone held their breath and looked silently at the hand he extended.

Finally the white cloth was lifted.

His movements were very light, very gentle.

But obviously the degree of decay and damage of the corpse was beyond his imagination.

The body was so mangled that it was unrecognizable.

A few timid and shallow-minded people have turned their heads away.

But Sheng Yang held up the bracelet and examined it carefully under the light.

It is indeed the bracelet that grandpa gave me.

There will be no lies.

Under the incandescent light, Sheng Yang held the bracelet.

His face was pale and he staggered a step.

The people around him supported him in time.

The man pointed to a sealed transparent bag on the tray and said, "Mr. Sheng, this shirt was found near the body. There are bloodstains on it."

Sheng Yang looked at the edge of the white shirt and saw a faint blood stain.

Thinking of that weird dream.

He calmed himself down, walked to the white cloth, and lowered his head to identify it again.

Trying to see something.

But.......

After a long time, he closed his eyes.

He said in a hoarse voice, "Let the police check the DNA, conduct an autopsy, and analyze the bloodstains on the clothes."

"I want exact information."

At last he almost roared,

Tell those present: "It can't be her!"

The people present looked at the poor man.

It was impossible not to show sympathy in his eyes.

A humanitarian sympathy.

-

His grandfather told him since he was a child that emotions should not be expressed on the face.

However, it was not until this moment that Sheng Yang realized how ridiculous the Confucian requirements for men were!

Humans are not plants or trees, how can they be heartless?

How can I not be afraid?

-

He didn't believe it.

She's too petite to be like this.

Absolutely not.

But, if it is true.

So what to do?

If that person wasn't her.

So under what circumstances would she abandon the bracelet?

She brought nothing with her.

I just wear this bracelet.

She is a money-grubber, how could she be willing to throw away this bracelet?

Also, why is there blood on that clothes?

No, it won't.

It couldn't be her blood.

That's right,

She is very cunning, and these must be her ways of escaping.

-

The next day, Song Nan brought Sheng Songxuan's oral swabs and nails from China so that technical experts could extract DNA and conduct a comparison of the mother and child's DNA.

Over the next few days, Sheng Yang's fever gradually subsided and he lay in the hospital in a daze.

Repeated torture.

It felt like there was a needle at the back of his head, poking inch by inch through the crack in his skull.

He was rolling in this hopeless abyss.

On the third day, the result finally came.

The female corpse and the bloodstains on her clothes were not from the same person.

And according to the autopsy report, the time of the woman's death did not match the time she fell into the water.

And the female corpse was of typical South Asian race.

But there was also bad news - the DNA comparison showed that the bloodstains on the shirt were hers.

Sheng Yang thought of several hypotheses and guesses, and the more he thought, the more confused he became.

Song Nan comforted him, and he was optimistic: "At least - it means she is still alive."

"But she was injured..." Sheng Yang murmured.

"It's better than dead, isn't it?" Song Nan touched his forehead. "I think—if she were alive, I think she should come to see you and the baby. You both have pneumonia and are in the hospital... Sheng Yang, you found someone so heartless."

Sheng Yang only exists in his own thoughts.

His eyes were empty and desperate: "But she was injured... Otherwise, why would there be blood? What if..."

"There's no chance of an accident. You might have been scratched by a branch. There's a mangrove forest over there." Optimist Song Nan comforted his good friend again.

Sheng Yang raised his eyes and said, "If it weren't for me... Song Nan, things wouldn't be like this now... I broke the oath I made to her. I promised to take good care of Song Xuan, but I didn't."

"You didn't mean it."

"I did it on purpose. I wanted to lure her out. But I forgot the child was still stranded at the airport, and I also forgot the risks my actions would put her in." He closed his eyes, his chest aching, every breath hurt. "But I hope she's still alive. Compared to hatred, disappointment, fear, these things... I still hope she can live well."

"If she wants me to be a good father, I will be."

"Just don't let her down."

"I know I still have a lot of important things to do..."

He closed his eyes.

He remained silent for a long time.

Suddenly he turned to look at Song Nan, as if he had made an important decision: "Let's... go back."

Song Nan thought he had misheard: "You—are not looking for it anymore?"

"Let General Zhao's men continue to help search secretly in Country Z. Thank you for these days. I have wasted too much of your time." His expression returned to its usual gentleness.

It was as if all the resentment that had accumulated in the past few days suddenly disappeared with this high fever.

That calm Sheng Yang, he is back.

But why did Song Nan feel uncomfortable?

I feel bad for Sheng Yang.

why?