She abandoned her husband first, then her children, and was ecstatic after the divorce.

Lin Qingran stared intently at Fu Xiuheng, as if trying to discern something from his face.

However, Fu Xiuheng remained silent for a long time, instead frowning.

This reaction surprised Lin Qingran.

It seems that Fu Xiuheng did not consult with the Lin family.

So how did the Lin family find out that Lingdang was here?

This sudden discovery caught Lin Qingran off guard.

But Lin Qingran still maintained a calm and composed demeanor as she spoke.

“Mr. Fu, I know you have always suspected that I am your deceased wife.”

Fu Xiuheng looked up at Lin Qingran with great surprise. He really didn't expect Lin Qingran to bring up this matter with him. She always avoided talking about young people before.

So what was Lin Qingran trying to say? Was she finally going to be honest with herself?

Seeing the changing expressions on Fu Xiuheng's face, Lin Qingran smiled.

Some things, running away won't change the outcome.

It would be better to bring it up yourself; that would make you seem more open and honest.

Lin Qingran looked at Fu Xiuheng and said, word by word.

"Although I am in Yuncheng and Mr. Fu is in Beijing, we are ultimately in the same circle. Some things are not secrets. Even if they cannot be openly proclaimed, they are common knowledge within the circle."

Lin Qingran looked directly into Fu Xiuheng's eyes.

"I heard that when Mr. Fu's wife passed away, she died in childbirth, and the baby was stillborn. I heard it was a girl, and if she were still alive, she would be about the same age as my daughter, Lingdang."

Fu Xiuheng looked at Lin Qingran with surprise and uncertainty in his eyes. What exactly did she want to say to him?

Soon, Lin Qingran gave Fu Xiuheng her answer.

“But if Mr. Fu suspects that Lingdang is your daughter, then he is sorely mistaken.”

Lin Qingran smiled slightly, fiddled with her phone, pulled up an electronic file, and handed the phone to Fu Xiuheng.

"This is my prenatal checkup record when I was pregnant with Lingdang. Mr. Fu is free to look at it, but I hope that after he has seen it, he will not disturb our family's life anymore."

Lin Qingran paused, then added a sentence.

"By the way, Mr. Fu, please also give a message to the Lin family. Neither I nor my daughter have any connection with the Lin family. I hope they will have some self-respect, and Mr. Fu, please stop colluding with the Lin family to harm my daughter."

Fu Xiuheng's hand holding the phone trembled slightly. It clearly stated in black and white that Lin Qingran discovered she was pregnant in Yuncheng and had been having prenatal checkups at a designated hospital there. Lin Qingran's delivery records were also written on it.

It fits perfectly, without a single flaw.

Just as he was lost in thought, he suddenly heard Lin Qingran say those words, and Fu Xiuheng's emotions immediately collapsed.

He instinctively retorted, "I didn't tell the Lin family about you and your daughter. As for why they attacked you, I don't know."

After saying that, Fu Xiuheng suddenly realized something.

The people who kidnapped Lin Qingran and coerced her into handing over her hair sample were actually sent by the Lin family.

Lin Qingran noticed the confusion in Fu Xiuheng's eyes, but instead of giving him the answer directly, she said calmly.

"So, Mr. Fu, you mean you did investigate me and my daughter?"

Fu Xiuheng couldn't help but take two steps back. This woman was too clever; with just a few words, she had disrupted his plans.

This is nothing like Lin Qingran!

But who can explain why the woman named Jiang Jiuge looks exactly like Lin Qingran, as if they were photocopied, and why her daughter is also exactly two years old?

Fu Xiuheng felt as if he had just woken up from a dream, and when he woke up, he couldn't even tell what was real and what was fake.

Lin Qingran's expression was open and honest, revealing no flaw whatsoever.

She just smiled slightly, her gaze fixed on Fu Xiuheng until he felt a little guilty.

He felt uncomfortable and turned his face away.

“I admit I do have doubts about your and Lingdang’s identities, but I absolutely did not instruct the Lin family to do anything to you.”

“Since it was Mr. Fu who said it, I am naturally willing to believe him.” Lin Qingran nodded.

"However, Mr. Fu, I hope you understand one thing: the dead cannot be brought back to life. Since she is from the past, let her go in peace and don't cause her any more trouble after her death. If you feel guilty towards your wife, then you shouldn't be questioning my identity in front of me. If your wife knew in the afterlife that you were harassing a strange woman like this, she would surely be heartbroken."

Fu Xiuheng bit his lip, speechless for a moment.

Do I feel guilty?

Did he ever have moments of regret after Lin Qingran's death?

There were some things that Fu Xiuheng had never thought about carefully, but now that the woman in front of him had brought them up, Fu Xiuheng couldn't help but start to doubt himself.

After being together with Lin Qingran for so many years, does he really have no feelings for her at all?

When he learned that Lin Qingran was pregnant with his child and died in the delivery room, didn't he feel even a little bit of regret? Didn't he regret why he refused to come to the hospital that day?

Perhaps there are things he hasn't thought about, but rather things he's afraid to think about.

Lin Qingran was also slightly shocked as she looked at the unpredictable expression on Fu Xiuheng's face.

She originally only wanted to say those words to silence Fu Xiuheng's suspicions. Even if she couldn't completely dispel them, she wanted to at least make him waver.

Every enemy we eliminate is an enemy; otherwise, how can we focus all our efforts on dealing with the Lin family?

But looking at Fu Xiuheng now, Lin Qingran couldn't help but feel a sense of doubt.

Did Fu Xiuheng really regret it?

But soon, memories flooded into Lin Qingran's mind like a tidal wave.

Those days of distrust, humiliation, and utter darkness were like thorns, deeply embedded in Lin Qingran's heart.

She spent two years pulling out each of those thorns one by one.

But a wound is a wound, and even if it heals, it will never return to its original smooth and flawless state.

Even if he regrets it, so what? Even if he kneels in front of me now, apologizing desperately, what good will it do?

Lin Qingran quickly regained her senses, and the cold world fell upon Fu Xiuheng.

“Mr. Fu, I think I’ve said enough to you today. I’m a little tired and need to rest now. Please don’t bother me anymore.”

After saying that, Lin Qingran turned her head away, clearly indicating that she wanted to see the guest out.