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Chapter 177 Identification

Chapter 177 Identification
Yan Changye didn't react for a moment:
"Yucheng? What does that have to do with my wife?"

Shen Zongqian explained: "Before going to Hong Kong, at the welcome party for the presidents of various regions, a vice president from the Southwest region, Mr. Zhang, said that his wife looked like his uncle. I asked the boss about it."

Yan Changye immediately understood: "Vice President Zhang's uncle-in-law is in Chongqing?"

"Yes. Back in Hong Kong, I had someone do a quick investigation. It turns out that Vice President Zhang's aunt's family did lose a daughter twenty-six years ago when she was only a few months old."

Yan Changye casually replied with an "oh," and said, "That doesn't mean she's my wife."

"So after I returned from Hong Kong, I made a special trip there myself." Shen Zongqian took out his phone, showed the photos he had taken, and handed them to Yan Changye. "Boss, this is a photo of Vice President Zhang's uncle."

Yan Changye's gaze fell silently on the photograph.

The man in the photo looks to be in his early forties, with fair skin and features that resemble Jiang Manman by about 70%.

"This age...isn't it inappropriate?" Yan Changye said quietly. "His radiant appearance doesn't seem like that of a haggard old father who has lost his daughter."

“Boss, his name is Huo Mingcai, and he’s forty-eight years old.” Shen Zongqian coughed lightly. “This isn’t what you call radiant. The environment in Chongqing is good for people; there are many people with skin like that there. Even old men in their seventies or eighties can have a fair and tender appearance…”

Yan Changye couldn't imagine what a fair-skinned old man would look like.

He looked at Shen Zongqian: "Besides the photos, is there nothing else?"

Shen Zongqian hurriedly said, "Twenty-six years ago, they had twins. Besides the lost daughter, they also had a son. Furthermore, Huo Mingcai and his wife divorced two months after their daughter went missing, and their son stayed with Huo Mingcai. As for Vice President Zhang's aunt..."

Yan Changye raised an eyebrow: "What?"

“Zhang’s aunt, Wang Ying, seems to have remarried and probably has a new daughter who is a minor online influencer.” Shen Zongqian paused for a moment. “According to the neighbors, her husband often comes home late at night and leaves again before dawn. There’s a lot of gossip, but I don’t know if it’s true. But it’s not appropriate for me to investigate their marital affairs too closely.”

Yan Changye's eyes grew cold.

"What about Huo Mingcai? He remarried too?"

“He must have remarried.” Shen Zongqian wasn’t very sure. “I observed him for two days. He bought a lot of women’s products, including gold and silver jewelry, and mentioned to the shop assistant that he was giving them to his wife.”

Yan Changye's thin lips curled into a faint sneer: "Since you've already started your own families, why are you still looking for your daughter? If she's not my wife, fine, but if she really is, wouldn't she have no place to stand when she goes back?"

"They are really looking." Shen Zongqian was quite certain of this. "I heard that Huo Mingcai has joined dozens of groups for finding children. In the two days I observed him, he made a lot of calls to inquire about the children. It is said that he even changed his son's name because he consulted a fortune teller who said it could bring a glimmer of hope."

"change name?"

"The missing daughter was named Huo Jinyun, and the son was originally named Huo Jinchao, but has now been renamed Huo Yungui."

Yan Changye gave a curt "hmm" without revealing his true feelings: "You believe in all this nonsense?"

“I also have a photo of a baby who was a few months old.” Shen Zongqian pulled out another photo. “It looks similar to Madam. Boss, you’ve seen Madam when she was nine years old. Do you think it looks like her?”

Yan Changye glanced at it, then glanced at it again: "Tsk, I can't tell if she looks like the madam or not, but she does look quite like Xie Jian when he was a few months old."

Shen Zongqian: "..."

Actually, that was his feeling when he first saw the photo.

But he didn't dare say it in front of the BOSS. Now that Yan Changye brought it up, Shen Zongqian went along with it:
“She does look very much like Xie Jian when he was young. Also, when Huo Mingcai was on the phone, I heard him say that his missing daughter had a red birthmark on her left waist, shaped like a teardrop.”

After saying that, he looked at Yan Changye's expression.

Yan Changye's eyes were quite enigmatic this time, and it was unclear what he was thinking. After a long while, he said calmly, "Did you find anything else?"

"I haven't investigated the rest in detail. Boss, if, cough cough, Madam also has a similar birthmark, perhaps we could do a DNA test?" Yan Changye glanced at him and said, "I'll give you a DNA sample in a couple of days."

This implies that the wife has a birthmark.

Thinking of the Huo family's messy divorced situation, Shen Zongqian felt conflicted and said, "Okay, BOSS!"

"Send me that photo from earlier to my phone." Yan Changye paused for two seconds. "Then delete it from your phone."

Shen Zongqian replied respectfully, "Okay."

After Shen Zongqian left, Yan Changye lost all interest in his work.

He adjusted his chair to a comfortable angle, lazily opened his phone, and looked at the soft baby photos that Shen Zongqian had sent him.

With round, almond-shaped eyes, chubby cheeks, and fair skin, she wore a comfortable princess dress and a princess hat, looking... delicate and soft, quite beautiful.

He seemed to have thought of something, so he logged into his phone's cloud backup and searched for a long time before finding a photo of Jiang Manman when she was nine years old.

After comparing them, there are indeed quite a few overlaps.

My mood became somewhat complicated.

At night, Jiang Manman discovered that Yan Changye was particularly mischievous, and his large hands seemed addicted to pinching her slender waist.

He pinched and gently nibbled at it, playing with it for a while before casually saying, "Madam, you have a birthmark on your waist."

Jiang Manman hummed softly: "You just realized that?"

"I noticed it the night of the family reunion banquet," Yan Changye smiled meaningfully, "but I didn't pay attention to it before."

"You didn't care before, but now you suddenly care?" Jiang Manman pushed him. "Have you had enough? I have a lot of things to do tomorrow, I can't stay up too late."

Yan Changye did not answer, but his behavior was quite unrestrained. He bothered her for quite a while before calming down and finally having the mood to talk to her about serious matters.
"Madam, I need your DNA sample."

Jiang Manman, who was about to fall asleep, became half-awake upon hearing this: "What do you need my sample for?"

"Do a paternity test." Yan Changye was a decisive person. Without even testing, he laid out the situation directly. "Madam, it's possible that your biological parents have been found, but we still lack the most direct verification."

Jiang Manman clearly hadn't expected Yan Changye to bring up such a thing.

She was stunned for a while before vaguely asking, "What exactly happened?"

"To be specific, it all started with that cocktail party hosted by the regional president of Yanjing Group..."

It took Yan Changye several minutes to recount in detail the unusual behavior of Vice President Zhang and Shen Zongqian's investigation.

Finally, he took out that adorable baby photo and showed it to her: "Don't you think this looks a lot like Xie Jian?"

Jiang Manman remained silent.

Yan Changye gently embraced her: "Madam, if you don't like that broken family, we won't go back. Your husband will spoil you, so we won't be sad, okay?"

After a long pause, Jiang Manman spoke calmly: "Let's do the testing first. I won't make any assumptions or contingency plans before the results are out."

Yan Changye kissed her: "As you wish."

(End of this chapter)

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