Return to before death

Wait, Zhang Xinyi's file... She remembered that the last time she went to Zong Zhengjing to inquire about the situation, he found it in a pile of documents on a wardrobe.

But why did she find this document in the dark room of the archives this time?

Could it be that the General Political Department had already realized she was investigating this matter, and in order to mislead her investigation, they pretended that there was a document there, but the contents were all just his words? Moreover, she is always quite meticulous, and if she wanted to check the files, she would have gone to his office to look for them. If she couldn't find them, she would have given up the investigation?

Wait, that possibility is too small.

Another possibility is that the medical records in the General Political Department's office were forged.

This could very well become a breakthrough point... Draw a circle around it heavily and make a five-pointed star.

Now the truth is gradually coming to light, and the outline of the truth is basically taking shape. The only problem is that there is not enough evidence and clues yet.

Putting down her pen, Yan Ran took a deep breath and lay down on the bed, her thoughts beginning to wander.

Scenes from his time at the Zong family began to flood his mind uncontrollably. Zong Zhengqing always looked at him with tenderness and deep love in his eyes, so affectionate and clear. However, the things he did were anything but clear.

And then there's Zong Zhengjing, who's always behind her, calling her "sister-in-law," and always taking good care of her... She used to think he did this out of brotherly affection, but now... she doesn't know why anymore.

Thinking back to the boy's stubborn eyes when they first met, she felt as if she were in another world.

At the time, she believed he was innocent, and indeed he was wronged. She ran around for the innocent boy, and with her passion and sense of justice, she cleared his name.

However, the boy today is no longer a boy. The man today has lost his stubborn look and has become a promising and famous attending physician.

But he also truly became a criminal through and through.

She also met Zong Zhengqing because of that incident, was pursued by him, attracted to him, fell in love with him, and became his family...

But she also lost a lot: her dreams, the career she loved, and perhaps her past passion.

But she still doesn't regret rescuing him, even though he's like this now. She believes that what she did back then was true to her heart, and... she also has Tangtang.

Just thinking about her child's adorable smile made her smile involuntarily, her expression filled with happiness and warmth.

She had to do everything she could to save her child, her Tangtang, the most important person in her life.

A faint buzzing sound came from the table, like a cell phone vibrating.

Yan Ran sighed and sat up, bending over to unplug her phone which was charging. She picked it up and glanced at the caller ID: Zong Zhengqing.

Seeing this name reminded Yan Ran of what she had just analyzed, and she felt a wave of disgust as she looked at her phone screen, then hung up the phone immediately.

However, the phone kept ringing relentlessly.

Yan Ran suppressed her anger and reluctantly answered the phone.

"Ranran, have you been... lately...?"

The person on the other end of the line started speaking as soon as the call connected, but stopped halfway through, as if something was stuck in their throat.

Yan Ran waited for a while but there was no response. Without asking any further questions, she hung up the phone.

Is there something urgent? But you stopped halfway through your sentence. What do you want to do?

A moment later, the phone rang again. Yan Ran glanced at the name, frowned, and answered the phone, saying, "Zong Zhengqing, if it weren't for the divorce, we wouldn't have anything to say."

The person on the other end of the phone seemed to be choked, stammering for a long time without being able to say anything.

Finally, she said in a gentle but somewhat weak voice, "Ranran, do you really want a divorce? Let's not divorce, okay? Come back, let's talk."

Didn't you promise before? You've already attended the party and come back. Why are you going back on your word again? It's talk again. Talk, talk, talk, what is there to talk about!

“If we’re really going to get a divorce, then it’s more real than gold. Between us, there’s nothing to talk about except divorce.” Yan Ran tried her best to remain calm, suppressing the anger rising in her heart. She couldn’t understand how a man who used to be so charming could now act like a rogue, clinging to her every day.

When I still had feelings for this man, I thought it was deep affection, true love. I even felt a pang of sympathy when I first decided to leave him... But now, I just feel disgusted by such behavior.

Like a fly you can't shake off...

"Okay, Ranran, how about we have dinner tonight? Let's have one last dinner together and then talk about the divorce." After hearing Yan Ran's words, Zong Zhengqing seemed to be persuaded, sighed helplessly, and asked cautiously.

Hearing his agreement to divorce, Yan Ran readily agreed: "Okay, as long as you agree to divorce."

Suddenly remembering the takeout she had just ordered, she quickly added, "But I'll be a little late."

"Okay, I'll wait for you at our usual Sichuan restaurant. I'll order your favorite dishes, so take your time."

Zong Zhengqing's words were full of smiles, and the content was warm and considerate, as if it were just a regular couple's dinner.

Hearing the hypocritical words from the other end, Yan Ran didn't know what to say. She replied indifferently, "See you in a bit," and hung up before anyone could respond.

A short while later, she received the takeout, put it in the refrigerator, tidied herself up a bit, and went out.

No matter what, you can't lose face, can you?

……

Yan Ran walked into the Sichuan restaurant, smiled at the waiter who came towards her, and said that a Mr. Zong had arrived earlier.

They were then led to a private room.

She opened the door and went inside. The person inside pointed to the seat next to them and gestured, "Ranran, you're here? Come and sit down."

Yan Ran ignored his actions and walked straight to the opposite side: the furthest position.

Taking her bag down and placing it beside her, Yan Ran frowned as she looked at the four bowls and chopsticks and the large spread of food on the table. "Are there any other people coming? Your mother and uncle?" she asked.

Zong Zhengqing simply smiled at her gently, feigning mystery, and said, "You'll find out soon enough."