After Mr. Xiang divorced, the president regretted it

The letter Yan Jin received was like a huge rock thrown into the peaceful lake of her heart, stirring up thousands of waves. The "truth" about her mother? What was that? Didn't her mother die of illness? Has she been living a lie for so many years? Yan Jin didn't dare to think about it, but couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

"Knock Knock Knock-"

There was a gentle knock on the study door, followed by Xiang Yu's concerned voice: "Ajin, haven't you rested yet? It's already late."

Yan Jin took a deep breath, locked the letter in the drawer, stood up and opened the door, "Have you finished with the company's affairs?"

"Well, it's done." Xiang Yu walked into the study and keenly noticed that something was wrong with Yan Jin. "What happened? You don't look well."

Yan Jin didn't want to make him worry, so she forced a smile and said, "It's nothing, the company just ran into some trouble, and I've arranged for someone to deal with it."

"Is it really just a company matter?" Xiang Yu obviously didn't believe it. He knew Yan Jin too well. If it was just a company matter, she wouldn't look so flustered.

"Really, don't worry." Yan Jin avoided his gaze, walked to the window, and looked at the deep night outside. "I'm a little tired and want to rest early."

Xiang Yu knew that she didn't want to talk, so he didn't ask any more questions. He just walked to her side and gently held her in his arms. "No matter what happens, remember that I will always be by your side."

Yan Jin's body stiffened slightly, then relaxed, leaning her head on his shoulder, feeling his warm embrace, but feeling even more uneasy.

The next morning, Yan Jin received a call from Assistant Chen, "Boss Yan, the flight has been booked for 8 a.m. tomorrow. Also, I found out that the address is a private detective agency. I have contacted them and they said they can arrange for someone to meet you."

"Okay, I got it." Yan Jin hung up the phone, a hint of determination flashed in her eyes. She was going to Paris to uncover the truth about her mother's death.

"You're going to Paris?" Xiang Yu's voice sounded behind her, with a hint of barely perceptible anger.

Yan Jin turned around and met his deep eyes, "Yes, I have to go to Paris to take care of some personal matters."

"Why do you have to go in person? I can let PR Zhou handle it." Xiang Yu tried to stop her.

"I have to go for this." Yan Jin's tone left no room for doubt. "Don't worry, I'll be back as soon as possible."

After saying that, she picked up her coat and walked out of the room without looking back, leaving Xiang Yu standing there with a terribly gloomy face...

Yan Jin turned off her phone, took a deep breath, and calmed down her surging emotions. Paris, that strange city that seemed to contain huge secrets, was about to become the battlefield for her to untie the knot in her heart. She knew that this trip was destined to be full of unknowns and challenges, but she had made up her mind to find out the truth no matter what the cost.

"Boss Yan, have you really decided to go in person? The journey is long and we are unfamiliar with the place. Why don't you let me go?" Assistant Chen looked worried. She was worried about Yan Jin going alone.

"No, this matter is of great importance. I must go there in person." Yan Jin said firmly, with a hint of determination in his eyes. "Please help me arrange the itinerary. The sooner the better. Also, don't tell anyone the real purpose of my trip to Paris."

"But..." Assistant Chen wanted to persuade him again, but Yan Jin raised his hand to stop him.

"This is my personal matter, don't worry, I will take care of it."

Assistant Chen knew Yan Jin's personality, and once she made a decision, she would not change it easily, so she nodded and agreed, and began to arrange the itinerary. She contacted the airline, booked the fastest flight to Paris, booked a hotel, and arranged for the airport pick-up.

At the same time, Yan Jin called Partner Li, whom she met at a business summit. The two of them appreciated each other in the business world and soon became friends.

"Hello, Mr. Li, I'm Yan Jin."

"Mr. Yan, long time no see. How have you been recently?" A hearty laugh came from the other end of the line from partner Li.

"I'm in some trouble here and need your help." Yan Jin went straight to the point and briefly explained what he was going to do in Paris to investigate.

"No problem, leave it to me!" Partner Li agreed without hesitation, "I happen to have some friends in Paris who can help you get some information. I'll have them contact you when you arrive in Paris."

"Thank you so much, Mr. Li!" A warm feeling surged in Yan Jin's heart. At critical moments, friends are still the most reliable.

After everything was arranged, Yan Jin returned to the office and began to deal with the pile of documents. She needed to arrange the company's affairs before leaving to avoid worries. As night fell and the lights came on, the lights in Yan Jin's office were still on. She rubbed her sore shoulders, got up and walked to the window, looking at the flashing neon lights outside the window, with mixed feelings in her heart.

There was a knock on the door, and Xiang Yu walked in, holding a cup of steaming coffee in his hand, "Are you not done yet? What time is it? Eat something first."

Yan Jin took the coffee and took a sip. The bitter taste spread on her tongue, just like her mood at the moment. She raised her head and looked at Xiang Yu, wanting to say something but stopping herself...

Yan Jin looked at Xiang Yu, and a warm feeling welled up in her heart, but she quickly suppressed it. These days, she saw and remembered all the kindness Xiang Yu had shown her. However, there were some things that she had to face on her own.

"Xiang Yu," Yan Jin put down the coffee and took a deep breath, "I...I have to go to Paris. I have something urgent to deal with."

"Going to Paris?" Xiang Yu frowned slightly, "Why so sudden? What happened?"

Yan Jin avoided Xiang Yu's inquiring gaze and said as calmly as possible: "It's about...some things about my parents. I need to go there to find out."

Hearing the word "parents", Xiang Yu's expression dimmed. He knew that Yan Jin had been looking for the whereabouts of her parents for many years, and this had become her deepest obsession.

"I'll go with you." Xiang Yu held Yan Jin's hand with a firm tone.

Yan Jin shook her head and pulled back her hand. "No, I can go by myself. I don't want to involve too many people in this matter. Don't worry, I will take good care of myself and will be back when I am done."

Seeing the determination in Yan Jin's eyes, Xiang Yu knew that he could not change her decision. He took a deep breath and suppressed the worry and reluctance in his heart, "Okay, I'll wait for you to come back. Remember, no matter what happens, I'll be by your side."

Yan Jin nodded, her eyes slightly red.

The next morning, Yan Jin boarded a flight to Paris. As the plane soared into the sky, overlooking the gradually shrinking city, Yan Jin's heart became heavier and heavier.

After arriving in Paris, Yan Jin followed the address on the letter and went to an antique shop. The owner of the antique shop was an elderly French man. When he saw Yan Jin, he looked at her with a puzzled look and asked in French: "What do you need?"

Yan Jin answered in fluent French: "I'm looking for someone called..."

Before Yan Jin finished speaking, the door of the antique shop was suddenly pushed open, and a tall man walked in. The man was wearing a black hat with the brim pulled down so low that his face could not be seen clearly.

“Boss, I want…” the man spoke roughly, and his voice stopped abruptly.

He saw Yan Jin, or more precisely, the letter in Yan Jin's hand. The man grabbed Yan Jin's wrist and asked hurriedly, "Where did you get this letter?"

Yan Jin was startled by this sudden change. She tried to break free from the man's grip, but found that he was surprisingly strong. "Sir, please let go, this letter..."

But the man seemed not to hear her words. He just stared at the letter, his eyes filled with complex emotions, including shock, confusion, and even a hint of imperceptible fear.

"Where did you find this letter?" The man finally let go of her hand, but his tone was still hurried, as if he was suppressing some huge emotion.

Yan Jin rubbed her red wrist and looked at the man in front of her warily, "This has nothing to do with you."

The man took a deep breath, as if trying to calm himself down. "If you knew what the contents of this letter meant, you wouldn't say that." He took off his hat, revealing a weather-beaten face. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes seemed to contain countless stories. "My name is Alan, and I'm a friend of the sender of this letter."

Allen? This name shocked Yan Jin. The sender of this letter did not sign his name, only the abbreviation "A". Could it be referring to him?

As if he could see Yan Jin's confusion, Allen continued, "I know what you are looking for, and I know you have encountered some difficulties. I can help you, but this letter..." He paused, and his tone became heavy, "It is more dangerous than you think."

Yan Jin's heartbeat began to accelerate. Allen's words undoubtedly confirmed her guess that this letter was indeed related to her life experience, and there might be a huge secret hidden behind it.

"What do you want to know?" Although she was filled with uneasiness, Yan Jin decided to trust Allen. Perhaps he could solve the mystery that had been in her mind for many years.

Alan took Yan Jin to the backyard of the antique shop, where there was a small studio with various ancient photos and maps hanging on the walls.

"Your mother is a brave woman." Allen pointed to one of the photos. The woman in the photo had similar eyebrows and eyes to Yan Jin, but her expression was full of determination. "She paid a huge price to protect you."

Allen's words were like a stone that caused ripples in Yan Jin's calm heart. She had never seen her mother, and had only heard a few words about her in sporadic rumors.

"My mother, who is she?" Yan Jin's voice trembled a little.

Just as Allen was about to speak, a burst of hurried footsteps came, accompanied by a few rude scoldings. Allen's face changed, and he quickly pushed Yan Jin into a secret compartment and said in a low voice: "Hide here, don't make a sound!"

Before Yan Jin could react, the door of the studio was slammed open and several men in black rushed in. The man in the lead was burly with a hideous scar on his face, and he glanced around the room fiercely.

"Alan, who are you talking to?" The scarred man's voice was low and dangerous.

Alan forced a calm smile, "What are you talking about? I'm the only one here."

The scarred man didn't say anything, but stared at Allen, his eyes full of suspicion. He approached Allen step by step, his eyes fell on the wall behind him, where Yan Jin was hiding...