Chapter 184 The 184th Day of Not Running Away...

Chapter 184 The 184th Day of Not Running Away...

"Sis, let me show you a picture."

Wang Hui took out a photo cut from a newspaper from his wallet and handed it to Wang Rong.

It was cold, so Wang Rong was wearing many layers. She took off her gloves before taking the photo, glanced at it, and looked at Wang Hui with a puzzled expression: "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with this young man?"

Wang Hui stopped and stared intently at Wang Rong: "Don't you think this person looks familiar?"

"Familiar?" Wang Rong walked to the street lamp and looked at it carefully in the dim light. "Your description makes it seem somewhat familiar, but I don't think I've seen it before. My memory is still pretty good."

“Look at this young man, and then look at me,” Wang Hui said, coughing.

Wang Rong frowned. "Just tell me what it is. Why keep us in suspense? We're not strangers."

“Then I’ll be frank. Don’t you think this young man looks a lot like me?” Wang Hui said, pointing to Chen Bozheng in the photo.

Wang Rong paused for a moment, picked up the photo, and compared it with Wang Hui's.

That's really true!

I hadn't noticed before, but now that I've pointed it out, their brow bones, noses, and face shapes are exactly the same.

"This is your child?! Wang Hui, what a mess you've made!"

Wang Rong slapped Wang Hui's shoulder several times, exasperated: "You said at the dinner table that you were dating with marriage in mind, but now look at you, doing something like this! This kid's age, did you get him into trouble when you were in college? You bastard—"

"Sister!" Wang Hui quickly grabbed Wang Rong's hand. "You've misunderstood. I don't have a child that big. Don't you know me? I'm still a virgin!"

Wang Rong was stunned for a moment, then looked at Wang Hui, "Then what do you mean? Who exactly is this young man? Is it just a coincidence that he looks like you?"

"I suspect it might be related to Dad's extramarital affairs."

Wang Hui covered his lips and took a few steps back.

Sure enough, Wang Rong's eyes widened, and she pointed at him, "Are you trying to get yourself killed by bringing this up with our dad?"

"Besides our dad, what other possibilities are there? You see, our dad is an only child. Although he's a bit old to have this child, it's not impossible for him to have a child late in life."

Wang Hui said, "I've been thinking about this matter, but I haven't dared to ask. Since you have some free time recently, please take a closer look. If this child really has something to do with our family, we can't just pretend we don't know, can we?"

"Our dad would never do such a thing!"

Wang Rong said firmly.

Wang Hui objected, "How is it impossible? You weren't suspicious of me just now, why aren't you suspicious of him now? Old Wang's personality, who knows what he might be up to."

Wang Rong rolled her eyes at him. "Stop talking nonsense. Dad is a very upright person. I've never heard anyone say he's done anything bad since I was a child."

She looked at the photo and said, "Maybe it really is just a coincidence."

Wang Hui said, "I don't believe it's really such a coincidence. Besides, this Chen Bozheng is an orphan. I heard that he was picked up and raised by his grandfather when he was very young. This person looks so much like me and my dad. More importantly, I feel a sense of kinship when I see him. It's impossible that we're not related."

Make a fuss as you may, but talk is talk.

Wang Rong still trusted Wang Hui. She also knew that if Chen Bozheng were really Wang Hui's child, given Wang Hui's personality, he would have acknowledged it long ago.

Even if the affair involving an illegitimate child causes chaos in the family, Wang Hui is a very responsible person and would never shirk his responsibilities.

This Chen Bozheng is really quite strange.

Wang Hui said, "Sister, you should quietly ask around with our parents later, but don't give anything away, and definitely don't mention me."

He glanced at his watch and said, "It's getting late. We're almost home, so I won't see you off. I'll head back to the police station first."

"Okay, let's go."

Wang Rong was completely out of the mood to talk to Wang Hui about blind dates. Holding the photo in her hand, she was lost in thought.

She was so lost in thought that she didn't even notice when she got home.

"mom."

Zhao Heng shouted.

Wang Rong then came to her senses. She subconsciously stuffed the photo into her pocket and smiled at Zhao Heng, "Why did you come out?"

Zhao Heng, holding an umbrella, said, "It's drizzling. I noticed you and your uncle didn't bring umbrellas when you went out for a walk, so I thought I'd come out to meet you. What were you holding just now?"

Wang Rong laughed and said, "It's nothing. Let's go home quickly, it's really a bit cold tonight."

Zhao Heng smiled, then lowered his eyes, his gaze darkening.

He clearly saw that Wang Rong was holding a photo of Chen Bozheng.

Teahouse.

Zhu Simei sat on the chair wearing a bulky cotton-padded jacket and trousers. She felt the waiter glancing at her several times, as if laughing at her.

Zhu Simei nervously tightened her fingers. After a while, seeing Zhao Henghe come in from the front door, Zhu Simei quickly raised her hand and waved to Zhao Henghe, "Son, over here."

Zhao Heng frowned, pulled his hat down, and walked over.

He glanced around and, seeing that there weren't many people in the shop, breathed a sigh of relief. He then scolded Zhu Simei, "What are you shouting for? Are you afraid people won't notice us?!"

Zhu Simei said with a hint of grievance and dissatisfaction, "This place is remote and there are no outsiders around, so what's there to be afraid of?"

"What kind of tea would you two like to drink?"

The waiter brought over the menu, his eyes filled with curiosity as he looked at Zhao Heng and his strange mother and son, Zhu Simei.

Zhu Simei's shout just now was quite loud, and the waitresses were all taken aback. Who would have thought that Zhao Henghe, who was so glamorous and dressed in a way that clearly indicated he was not an ordinary person, would have his mother dressed so old-fashionedly in that thick cotton-padded coat, which is something that only poor people in the countryside would wear these days?

When Zhu Simei saw the prices on the menu, she exclaimed, "Forty yuan for a cup of Pu'er tea? Isn't that robbery?"

Zhao Heng coldly swept his gaze over Zhu Simei, then looked up and said to the waiter, "Just bring us a pot of Pu'er tea, and bring it up later. We need to keep things quiet here."

He casually handed a few bills to the waiter, whose eyes lit up, and he smiled as he took them, saying, "Yes, sir."

After the waiter left, Zhao Henghe looked at Zhu Simei.

He then noticed Zhu Simei's attire, and his brows furrowed even deeper. "What's with this outfit? You were dressed quite well before, why are you dressed like this now?"

No wonder those waiters looked at me so strangely.

Zhu Simei said, "You don't know the cost of firewood and rice until you're in charge of the household. Your father and I don't have much money left, so we have to be careful with our spending. We also have to be careful with our clothes. If they get dirty, what will we wear to meet people?"

Zhao Henghe sneered: "Didn't I give you $100,000 before?"

Zhu Simei hesitated and said, "Son, your dad said he heard you made over a billion yuan in Hainan. Your dad and I are getting old and don't have any children. What good is money if we don't have any? We both miss you. Really, your dad misses you a lot."

Zhao Henghe looked at Zhu Simei's feigned loving expression and couldn't help but sneer inwardly.

From the moment he learned that he wasn't Zhao Guobang and Wang Rong's biological son, he knew what kind of people Zhu Simei and her husband were.

What's with all this talk about missing him and loving him? It's just that they know he has plenty of money. Ten thousand US dollars is too little, and they're not satisfied.

A thought suddenly flashed through Zhao Heng's mind.

He tapped his fingers on the table. “If you want to stay in Beijing, that’s fine too. Here’s what you’ll do: go to the Zhao family’s house more often lately, try to follow my mother around, and see what she’s been up to.”

He suspected that Wang Rong might know the truth, and if that were the case, Zhao Henghe had to prepare for the worst.

Arranging Zhu Simei to be by Wang Rong's side was also a test, to see how much Wang Rong actually knew.

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I'm Really Not Some Miracle Doctor [1980s]

Top-tier doctor Wen Xihe transmigrated into a period novel and became a cannon fodder female supporting character who interfered in the relationship between the male and female leads.

The female supporting character comes from the countryside, is uneducated and arrogant, and ultimately ends up as cannon fodder.

Wen Xihe had no interest in interfering in the relationship between the male and female leads.

All I want is to gain a foothold in Beijing, promote traditional Chinese medicine, and heal the sick and save lives.

But as they continued working...

Before I knew it, I had become the renowned Dr. Wen.

Before he knew it, he became famous, and his medical skills became known all over the world.

And before they knew it, everyone thought she would come back to life.

Wen Xihe said, "I am really not a miracle doctor, and I really don't know how to bring the dead back to life."

Everyone looked at the patient who had just been pulled back from the brink of death by her using a decoction and three silver needles.

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