The Counterattack of a Wealthy Family's Substitute

“He said, I already had the answer. If it were because of your face, I probably would have been impatient long ago. Besides, there are plenty of people in this world who look like Ye An’an. But after you found out the truth that time, I went to find you.”

Xi Yuanchen looked at her and said, "I love you, not because of your face, but because of your personality. I know what kind of person you are. You would never have any relationship with Xiuyan behind my back. I know that if you wanted to, you would have gone abroad with Xiuyan instead of coming back with me. Ye An'an and I are in the past. So, by the same token, even if I hadn't been on guard, I would have chosen to believe you because I know that's not the kind of person you are."

My beloved Yao Yingxi is a gentle person, and also a person who keeps her word.

Yao Yingxi burst into laughter through her tears and reached out to hug Xi Yuanchen.

At the same time, Xi Yuanchen's phone rang, and Yao Yingxi was taken aback.

Xi Yuanchen took out his phone, and the two of them saw the contact name at the same time: Ye An'an.

Yao Yingxi looked up at her, while Xi Yuanchen put his index finger to his lips and answered the phone, pressing the speakerphone button repeatedly.

"Yuanchen, where are you?" Ye An'an asked on the phone, her voice trembling with tears.

"I am at the hospital."

"What's wrong?" Ye An'an asked anxiously.

"I accidentally fell down the stairs while drunk." Those people saw her return to her apartment in a drunken stupor yesterday. Perhaps Xi Zhishen ordered Ye An'an to call this time.

"I'll come find you right away." After hanging up the phone, Xi Yuanchen and Yao Yingxi looked at each other. Xi Yuanchen, still feeling desire, reached out and patted Yao Yingxi's head.

When Ye An'an opened the ward door, she saw that the person lying on the bed was not Xi Yuanchen. At first, she thought she had entered the wrong ward and was about to back out when Yao Yingxi, who was lying on the bed, got up and deliberately asked, "Who is it?"

When Ye An'an met Yao Yingxi's gaze, she froze on the spot. Looking at Yao Yingxi's face, she wanted to back away, but suddenly someone pushed her. She subconsciously turned her head and saw Xi Yuanchen, who had said on the phone that he had fallen and was injured, standing in front of her unharmed. There was no sign of injury on his body. Her heart skipped a beat, and she knew that she might have been exposed.

"Yuanchen, where are you injured? Is it serious?" Ye An'an suddenly stared anxiously at Xi Yuanchen, wanting to check him.

Xi Yuanchen took a step back and sneered, "If I don't expose you, do you really think you're Ye An'an?"

"Yuan...Yuanchen, I don't know what you're talking about?" Ye An'an deliberately looked at Xi Yuanchen with a helpless and confused expression.

Xi Yuanchen sneered: "It doesn't matter if you don't know what I'm talking about, but you must know that the person who raped and murdered Ye Xiaoya has been arrested."

Upon hearing this, Ye An'an's face paled. Xi Yuanchen looked at her coldly and said, "Why do you seem unhappy? Or were you frightened?"

Ye An'an had Ye Xiaoya killed because she was afraid that Ye Xiaoya would be summoned back to the country and questioned in person.

"You..." Ye An'an looked at Xi Yuanchen speechlessly.

"What? You think I'll completely believe you just because you told Xi Zhishen to change the DNA report?" Xi Yuanchen sneered. "I forgot to tell you, your blood sample is real, but the real Ye An'an's blood sample is fake. How could someone who has been dead for four years have anything left here? Without any or related things to compare, it's impossible to test the DNA."

"Then how did you get that blood sample?"

"The blood sample belongs to the boss." Anan, who appeared out of nowhere, stood behind Xi Yuanchen and said leisurely.

Yao Yingxi sat on the bed, looking at Ye An'an.

"When did you find out?"

“Miss, don’t you know that if you don’t want others to know, you shouldn’t do it in the first place? Miss Meng Lu.” These words were spoken by Anan. The investigation into Ye An’an’s true identity had come out, and her real name was Meng Lu.

She used to work as a hostess at a club. Because her figure and voice were very similar to Ye An'an, she was discovered by Xi Zhishen. After that, she went abroad for plastic surgery and recuperation in order to make the scars on her face less noticeable.

"So what if I'm Meng Lu?" Once exposed, she had no choice but to admit it.

"Isn't Interpol already here? Arrest her," Xi Yuanchen said calmly.

“I didn’t do this to Xi Yuanchen alone.”

"It has nothing to do with me."

"Xi Yuanchen, do you know that when Ye Xiaoya died, she called you, but the woman next to you answered the phone? Did she not tell you?"

Upon hearing Meng Lu's words, Yao Yingxi was startled and instinctively glanced at Xi Yuanchen.

Xi Yuanchen paused for a moment, then looked at Yao Yingxi and laughed: "It's alright. If Yingxi hadn't wanted to let Ye Xiaoya go back then, Ye Xiaoya would have paid with her life long ago."

"you."

Two men in plainclothes walked in, nodded to Xi Yuanchen, and greeted him, "President Xi."

Xi Yuanchen nodded, and one of the men showed Meng Lu his work ID: "We suspect that you are involved in ordering someone to rape and murder Ye Xiaoya in the United States. Now that the two suspects have been arrested, please come with us to assist in the investigation."

Meng Lu started screaming and yelling. She never imagined she would end up like this. She had been hoping that Xi Yuanchen would fall in love with her and be with her, so that all of the Xi family's assets would be hers. But she never expected...

The ward quieted down, and Xi Yuanchen said to Yao Yingxi, "I'm going to take care of some things. Get some rest, and I'll tell you some good news when I get back."

……

Two years later.

"Yingxi, help me find some clothes."

Yao Yingxi was playing with her one-year-old son when she heard Xi Yuanchen shouting from the bathroom and smiled.

She got up, took the child, went to the closet to get a set of loungewear for Xi Yuanchen, and handed it into the bathroom.

When Xi Yuanchen came out, Yao Yingxi was holding her child and a book in her hand. When she saw Xi Yuanchen come out, Yao Yingxi put down the book and said, "I want to take Junxie to the nursing home tomorrow."

Two years ago, after GP changed hands and all of Xi Zhishen's deeds were exposed, he was sent to a nursing home by Xi Yuanchen. Liu Hui was sentenced to life imprisonment for instigating Meng Lu to kill Ye Xiaoya.

"it is good."

The next day, Yao Yingxi got out of the car, and the director of the nursing home was standing at the door waiting for her.

Since Xi Zhishen entered the nursing home, she has been in contact with the director.

"Mrs. Xi."

Yao Yingxi nodded: "Dean."

The two entered the nursing home, and the director led Yao Yingxi to Xi Zhishen's room.

He was sitting under a tree at that moment, looking at something, I don't know.

"Mrs. Xi, I have to go now."

Yao Yingxi nodded.

Xi Zhishen did not turn around and remained seated.

Yao Yingxi walked over and said, "Mr. Xi, I've come to see you."

Xi Zhishen looked up and saw the child in Yao Yingxi's arms. For some reason, his eyes reddened.

That child looks a lot like Xi Yuanchen, very much so. During his time here, he had already figured things out.

"This is your child with him." Yao Yingxi knew that Xi Zhishen was referring to Xi Yuanchen.

She nodded: "Yes."

Yao Yingxi stayed with Xi Zhishen for almost the entire day, letting him hold the child until she had to go back in the afternoon. Only then did she take the child from his arms, saying, "I have something to do and I have to go back."

Xi Zhishen was reluctant to part with her. As Yao Yingxi turned to leave, he said, "I'm sorry about what happened before."

Yao Yingxi paused for a moment, then left without saying a word.

As the autumn wind blew and the leaves fell in the desolate air, Yao Yingxi's figure holding the child gradually blurred. It was unclear whether Xi Zhishen's eyes were clouded with tears or if he was simply getting old and his eyesight was failing.

Not every mistake should be met with an "it's okay," and not every regret can make amends, no matter who it is.