Mr. Bo, my wife is going on a date with someone again.

The room is full of Shen Anqiao's things, and her photos are posted on the walls.

Yesterday Mr. Jiang told her that this villa was not the place where her mother used to work, but the place where she had lived for several years. No wonder Shen Wanci felt that there were familiar traces everywhere, even the flowers planted in the garden outside. She likes it.

After entering the room, the feeling of familiarity became even stronger.

Shen Anqiao has been dead for more than ten years, and many of her memories have been blurred, but now that I see these, I can recall them again.

Shen Wanci touched the dressing table with his fingers. It was spotless, and it seemed that it had been cleaned frequently.

The things here are very old at first glance, but everything is well preserved. As for the Shen family, after Shen Zhenan remarried, the things that belonged to her mother were put in the basement, collecting dust and dust, and the luxury goods that could be sold were not available. All sold.

Looking at these now...

Shen Wanci sneered, Shen Zhenan is really nothing.

This villa belongs to Mr. Jiang, and Shen Anqiao lived here before marriage. Counting the time, it has been at least twenty-five years, and she has never seen many things.

Shen Wanci found an old-fashioned photo album on the bedside table. It looked like it had been read many times, and the leather cover was already patinated.

The photo was not plastic-wrapped and had yellowed and faded, but you could still clearly see how beautiful the woman in the photo was, with cascading black hair, fair skin, bright red lips, and bright eyes and white teeth.

Even without makeup, people can't take their eyes away after just one look.

Seeing Shen Anqiao in his prime, Shen Wanci finally understood why Shen Zhenan's father wanted to marry her.

The backgrounds of the photos in the album are all in this villa, including the garden, rooms, living rooms, corridors, windows...

Most of the photos were taken alone, but there were also group photos, but the other half of the group photos had been cut off, and the cut was very thorough, not even a single corner of clothing was left.

The one who was cut off... was Mr. Jiang?

This separation is not very peaceful, and judging from Sister Li's attitude of wanting to tear her apart, it is probably her mother who ruined Mr. Jiang.

Shen Wanci has already imagined a drama of love and hatred in his mind.

Looking at the behavior styles of Jiang Yihe and Jiang Moran, what kind of parents can raise such cruel children?

This Jiang family really has a sense of deja vu that all members of the Jiang family are murderers.

Shen Wanci stayed in the room for two hours. During this period, she sent the information about Jiang Zhengxin's wife and children to the previous private investigator.

In the drawer, there is also a box of beads, princess style.

Shen Wanci took out a pink bead with a bow. Unexpectedly, her mother, who was always serious and unsmiling, actually liked this style.

These things cannot be seen in the Shen family.

Come to think of it, Shen Anqiao was really happy when he lived here.

Shen Wanci sighed and put the beads back into the box, but accidentally dropped them to the ground when closing the lid.

The beads bounced around, and some rolled into the bottom of the bed.

"..."

The ones outside were okay, but the ones under the bed were a bit troublesome. Shen Wanci couldn't find the broom, so she had to crawl in and pick it up. Fortunately, there was no dust on the ground.

After picking up the beads, she exited the way she came. She glanced up subconsciously and saw something stuck to the bed board.

It's in the corner and can't be seen without getting in.

It must have been a long time, the tape has turned yellow, and there are still spots of glue.

Shen Wanci pulled it off. It was a black notebook. She patted the dust on it and crawled out from under the bed.

What is recorded in it is some knowledge about the restoration of cultural relics, but if it is just this, why is it hidden in such a secret place.

Shen Wanci turned halfway through and finally saw something different.

March 3: I get married.

September 9: The child was born, named: Wanci, Shen Wanci.

February 2: One year.

The content of the diary is very short, especially the entry on February 2. Shen Wanci doesn't understand it at all. What year has it been?

The following content is the same, and it is not recorded every day. It is only recorded when there are important events. There is no year, so it can only be inferred based on known dates.

Shen Wanci flipped through several pages in succession, and the content gradually became more and more.

July 7: Someone asked me to restore a painting today. That painting... belongs to the Jiang family.

August 8: He actually took the painting home, saying that an old friend asked him for help. I didn’t want to accept it and didn’t want to get involved in the Jiang family’s affairs, but he kept coaxing me and even sent me a message for the first time. After losing my temper, I thought for a long time and finally agreed to help. I owed him.

he?

Shen Wanci guessed it was Shen Zhenan because the diary said 'take it home'.

On November 11, the handwriting began to be messy, and the strokes were very heavy, almost breaking the paper: He lied to me, the person he drew for him was not his friend at all, that was... a member of the Jiang family, a member of the Jiang family. Why do people insist on asking me to restore this painting? Has it... been found?

November 11th: Someone was following me. Fortunately, he was there to pick me up during this time.

The diary is broken here.

Because, on November 11, Shen Anqiao had a car accident and died on the spot.

Tears were already spreading on Shen Wanci's face. She didn't know what her mother's mood was when she stuck this diary here.

It is not difficult to see from the contents that after she married Shen Zhenan, she completely cut off contact with Mr. Jiang. For so many years, she did not even mention it once.

But in the end, maybe she sensed something and chose to hide the diary in the villa.

After leaving the villa, Shen Wanci drove her car aimlessly on the street. Her mother's death was like a tangled thread. After so many years of investigation, not only did she not find the thread, but she became more and more confused.

Unknowingly, she drove the car downstairs of Bo's house.

It was working time now, and no one was walking around in the bright and spacious hall. Shen Wanci parked the car in the parking space and looked at Bo's towering skyscraper slightly absentmindedly.

The glass on the exterior wall was illuminated by the sun, reflecting dazzling light.

Chen Xu went downstairs to pick someone up, and when he was about to go up, he saw Shen Wanci's car in the parking space.

It wasn't because of how good his eyesight was, but because of the car Shen Wanci drove that he remembered it very well. He looked at the license plate and then looked at the cab to make sure it was her.

Shen Wanci was in a daze when he suddenly heard someone knocking on the passenger window and looked back.

After seeing the person clearly, she lowered the window and asked, "Why did you get down?"

Bo Jingzhou pulled the door handle and motioned for her to open the door: "I heard from Chen Xu that someone was sitting in the car like a Wangfushi, staring blankly at the company door."

Shen Wanci unlocked the door and the man bent down and sat in.

He was wearing a formal suit and tie, with the collar stuck right at his Adam's apple and metal cufflinks on his cuffs. He was ascetic and sexy: "We're all downstairs, why don't you go up?"

"I don't want to disturb your work."

The man's dark eyes looked at her, and he could tell at a glance that she was lying: "Liar, you don't want to go up at all."