Wan Donglin didn’t hide it from her: "Have I not been looking for that lost item all this ti? Before my father passed away, he never actually told us its specifics, not even my mother, who only had suspicions. Otherwise, it wouldn’t have been left here for so long. It wasn’t until the theft that we realized sothing was seriously wrong..."
Because it was important, and since Old Man Wan deliberately concealed it, he only hinted to his wife about it before he died. Liu Daqing didn’t pay much attention initially, but after this major incident, she recalled past experiences and made so deductions.
Therefore, Wan Donglin’s search was a complete ss, with no clue where to start.
"Old Zhou and that person..."
That person is Old Zhang.
Old Zhou and Old Zhang have been rivals for many years. At one ti, Old Zhang gained more support, but Old Zhou turned the tide and took the upper hand since last year. However, this isn’t absolute. Due to fierce underground conflicts, Old Zhang gradually regained more support.
"I even suspect that the item fell into Old Zhang’s hands. If that’s the case, Old Zhou would mistakenly believe it’s with us and will intensify his surveillance and attacks on us... Old Zhou has always been ruthless in his actions..."
She didn’t quite understand, so she asked, "Can that item be found again?"
Wan Donglin pressed his fingers to his temples, exhaustion clearly evident: "I think there’s a clue now, because, over the past couple of days, both Old Zhang and Old Zhou have divulged information to ..."
Yan Xixi was utterly shocked: "Oh my, then, Brother Donglin, are you in danger?"
"Since the item was stolen, I’m not in danger anymore... Now both of them know this item exists, and they’re cautious, or perhaps neither of them possesses it, so neither dares to act rashly..."
"But they’ll eventually find out..."
Wan Donglin pondered.
It’s a gamble now, a wager, and who will win remains unknown. Old Zhou’s reputation is terrible, and Old Zhang’s character is unpredictable... It’s hard to say who will have the last laugh.
After all, in this kind of matter, what counts in the end isn’t reputation.
Yan Xixi worried: "Brother Donglin, can’t I help you at all?"
He initially thought of explaining, but reconsidered—outsiders will never know just how much horror, conspiracy, and disgrace lurk within.
No, Xixi, you don’t need to know—it’s best if you never find out.
Dining with the Empress Dowager at fly restaurants or feasting on grilled lobsters daily, that’s happiness.
He softly said, "Just focus on your studies at Harvard and don’t worry about anything else. I’m here. As soon as I have free ti, I’ll co to see you."
Yet seeing her still worried, he laughed: "Silly girl, I said don’t worry, so really don’t worry. If you really want to do sothing for , tomorrow morning I want a few small dishes, just prepare them for ."
Making a few dishes is a simple task.
Aunt Yang had already prepared all the ingredients, Yan Xixi just had to cook.
When she served them, Liu Daqing and Wan Donglin walked into the dining room together.
The fresh croissants today were delicious, and Wan Donglin enjoyed them particularly. As he ate, he said, "Xixi, I’ve already booked your ticket to Boston. Soone will accompany you when the ti cos... This person is very familiar with the United States and will accompany you throughout to avoid you being clueless when you get to the school..."
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