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"Jiang Song said that over the past few years, someone has been giving him money and asking him to keep an eye on Jiang Gou Dan's family and report to him on everything, big or small."

"At first, he also thought that the man wanted to do something to Jiang Lao Er's family, so he pretended to agree to him and reported some unimportant information. He didn't expect that the man would actually give him a sum of money."

"Since then, he has been keeping an eye on your family's activities for that person, including when your older brother had the accident and when Jiang Muyi was arrested. He told them all about it."

Jiang Muyi listened expressionlessly, his hands clenched tightly under the table.

After listening, Jiang Yuyan was completely confused. "Officer, what did Jiang Song mean by this? It's all so vague and lacks any focus. Did he say who that person was? What's their name? Where do they live? Where do they work?"

The old policeman shook his head. "No, he said he had only communicated with that person by phone and letter, had never met him in person, and knew nothing about that person."

Jiang Yuyan shrugged. "What if Jiang Song was just making things up?" She curled her lips into a smile. "It's to cover up the real mastermind he wants to protect."

"Comrade Jiang Yuyan, have you heard something? If you have any clues, please tell us immediately." The old policeman immediately sensed the hidden meaning in her words.

"I'm still guessing, but—" Jiang Yuyan's eyes flickered, "Officer, may I see Jiang Song? I have some questions I'd like to ask him."

The old policeman pondered for a moment. He knew that Jiang Yuyan and her brother must have found some important clues, but she had her reasons for not saying so.

"Sure, but time is limited. If you have any questions, please ask as soon as possible!"

Watching Jiang Song walk towards her, looking dazed and with a bruise on his lip, Jiang Yuyan thought to herself,

Unexpectedly, the usually selfish and self-serving Boss Jiang, who doesn't care about his wife and son, or his bedridden mother, is willing to go to jail for a white moonlight (his beloved).

This truly proves the saying—the power of the "white moonlight" is indeed formidable.

However, what kind of expression would Jiang Song have if he knew that what he thought he was doing for his white moonlight was actually someone else impersonating an unknown person who had asked him to do it?

Jiang Yuyan's lips curled up slightly. Just thinking about it made her feel very happy. She couldn't wait to see Jiang Song break down.

Seeing them, Jiang Song remained expressionless. "I didn't expect the first people to come see me to be you two brats? What, are you here to laugh at me?"

Jiang Muyi stood silently behind Jiang Yuyan, ignoring Jiang Song's sharp words.

Jiang Yuyan rested her chin on her hands, smiling, "Uncle Jiang, this seems to be the first time I've called you that."

"But thankfully, when I got back, the Jiang family was already eager to sever ties with my family. This whole thing was arranged by your wife, my dear aunt. You should be very happy about that, right?"

Jiang Song: "..."

Of course he knew about this.

From the beginning, the couple had discussed kicking out their useless second and third sons, who were just freeloaders, and that everything in the house would belong to them from then on.

His original intention was not to drive away the second and third sons, but to keep them around to serve him like slaves.

Unfortunately, he was afraid that if Jiang Gou Dan's family were targeted by powerful figures, it would implicate them all.

"If you wanted to see me make a fool of myself, you've already seen it, so you can leave now." Jiang Song stood up and prepared to leave.

"Uncle Jiang, aren't you curious why your aunt doesn't come to see you? Why don't your son and daughter come to see you?"

Jiang Song frowned. "What are you trying to say?"

"Yao Cuier, do you remember Uncle Jiang?"

Jiang Song's eyes instantly sharpened as he glared at her. "What...do you know? I...I don't know who you're talking about. I don't know this person. You...don't even think about it—"

Jiang Yuyan interrupted him, "If Uncle Jiang doesn't remember Yao Cuier, then does he remember Yao Cuilan?"

Jiang Song didn't understand what she meant, and frowned. "Yao Cuilan? Wasn't she dead a long time ago? Why are you talking to me about a dead person now? It's ridiculous." But he breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Jiang Yuyan noticed that his eyebrows and eyes were relaxed, and found it ridiculous.

"Uncle Jiang, do you really believe that the person who died back then was Yao Cuilan? Yao Cuier and Yao Cuilan were twin sisters, and they looked extremely similar. How can you be so sure that the person who died was Yao Cuilan and not Yao Cuier?"

"You're getting more and more outrageous. Yao Cuilan is Yao Cuier's older sister. She married and had children long before Yao Cuier got married. She died of illness, and everyone knew that at the time. What nonsense are you spouting, you little brat who just came back?"

Jiang Song almost laughed in anger.

Jiang Yuyan's eyes curved into a smile. "But, I heard an old lady from one of Yao's neighbors say that something was wrong with Yao Cuilan's body. Besides the various wounds on her body, there were signs that her wrists and ankles had been tied."

Jiang Song: "..."

"I remember, back then, Yao Cuier was taken a liking to by a young master from Beijing, right? It was almost her wedding day, wasn't it? I heard that it caused quite a stir at the time, making a lot of noise."

"What exactly are you trying to say?" Jiang Song's hand trembled slightly as it hung down.

"Let me hypothesize: if I were Yao Cuilan, and I saw my younger sister, whom I've always looked down upon, about to marry into a prestigious circle that she could never reach, I would be consumed by jealousy and hate her for what she deserved to have all of this."

Jiang Song: "..." He swallowed hard.

Jiang Yuyan seemed oblivious to his nervousness and panic, and continued, "I, Yao Cuilan, and Yao Cuier have the same appearance and the same height. So, if I want all this wealth and status, why don't I just take Yao Cuier's place?"

"Absurd!" Jiang Song suddenly stood up and kicked the stool over with a bang.

Jiang Yuyan wasn't intimidated by his voice at all. "I casually mentioned your white moonlight to Aunt Jiang, and unexpectedly, she went straight to the female clerk at the supply and marketing cooperative. As a result, that clerk was so scared that she ran away to Beijing. Why do you think she ran away?"

Jiang Song was breathing heavily, his mind was in turmoil, and he didn't believe Jiang Yuyan's words at all.

However, deep in his mind, he couldn't help but recall how he had said he wanted to see her before, and how Yao Cuier had always replied that she didn't want anyone to know about their relationship.

He used to tell her about their relationship, but she ignored him completely.

He didn't understand why she had become so cold and indifferent after going to Beijing. She used to be gentle and cheerful, the sun for everyone.

She asked him to do things for her because she said she was Yao Cuier, and he was willing to do anything to help her.

If all of this is a scam, then what has he been doing all these years?

Jiang Yuyan smiled and dropped another bombshell, "Uncle Jiang, you haven't forgotten, have you? After Yao Cuilan passed away, why did her husband's family, including her children, disappear after Yao Cuier married and moved to Beijing?"