Rebirth and Counterattack: The True Daughter Doesn’t Want to Inherit the Family Property Rebirth and

Zhao Ling walked to the hospital gate angrily, Chen Ya also followed behind with a straight face, and the two ignored each other.

After sitting in the car, Zhao Ling took a deep breath for a long time, which calmed his mood a little.

Chen Ya sat in the co-pilot's seat silently, silently fastened her seat belt, faced the glass window on the side, and made up her mind not to talk to her husband again.

The two sat in the car, and there was a suffocating silence in the carriage.

Ten minutes later, Zhao Ling's suppressed voice sounded in the car: "Whether you agree or disagree, I will sort out Yiyi's US account today and send it to the police."

The corners of Chen Ya's mouth turned downward, and her voice also trembled unnaturally: "Okay, you can do whatever you want, I tell you, don't regret it."

Zhao Ling wiped a handful on his face tiredly, his wife's stubbornness and paranoia made him doubt and despair about marriage for the first time, was it because he didn't really know his wife in the past twenty years, or did his wife become so stubborn because of Yiyi's background?

If he had a choice, he didn't want Zhao Yiyi to be involved in this murder.

However, his intuition told him that for Xia Qing's safety, he must cooperate with the police investigation.

As a father, if he does not stand up at this time, then he will regret it for the rest of his life.

At the door of the hospital ward, Chen Mo watched Zhao Ling and Chen Ya leave the hospital, and once again sighed that there would really be a mother like Chen Ya in this world, who was willing to protect her adopted daughter without regard for the safety of her own daughter.

Even in order to protect the adopted daughter, he was not even willing to provide evidence for his own daughter.

She looked back at Xia Qing, who was still massaging Fang Lan's body in the ward, and simply walked into the ward, accompanying Xia Qing to massage Fang Lan's arms and legs together.

On the contrary, Xia Qing felt very embarrassed.

"Sister Chen, you are so busy with work, you don't have to do these things."

Chen Mo shook her head gently, since she participated in the handling of these cases related to Xia Qing, she had learned about this girl little by little, and also understood how difficult this girl's life was.

Especially today, Chen Mo witnessed Xia Qing's biological mother Chen Ya's various snarky accusations against Xia Qing, as a passerby she could not bear it, it was really difficult to imagine what kind of suffering Xia Qing's heart was.

As strong as Chen Mo, he couldn't help but fight for Xia Qing.

There was silence in the ward for a long time, and suddenly the gentle and firm voice of a girl sounded.

"I don't lack maternal love."

Chen Mo paused in his hand and looked up at Xia Qing in surprise.

Xia Qing did not look at her, but lowered her head and twisted a towel from the basin next to her, gently wiped Fang Lan's forehead and cheeks, and looked at her adoptive mother who could not wake up with gentle and careful eyes.

"Since I was a child, my mother has given me all her love, it is true that my family does not have a mansion and a good car, nor does it have brocade clothes and jade food, but I have the carbon fire that my mother carefully prepared for me when it snows heavily in winter, and my mother went up the mountain to pick up all kinds of mountain delicacies for me to make delicious food, my family's conditions are not good, but I have never lacked clothes or clothing, when I am bullied, my mother will not hesitate to fight back for me."

Xia Qing raised his head and smiled at Chen Mo.

"Sister, you don't have to feel sorry for me."

"I already have the best mom in the world."

The girl's face was slightly tired, but what shone in her eyes was indeed a very happy light.

This is a child who grew up watered with enough love.

This realization greatly eased Chen Mo's depressed mood.

In the afternoon, Zhao Ling sent Zhao Yiyi's sorted out US bank account to the police's mailbox.

However, Roadside and Chen Mo did not get the evidence they wanted.

None of Zhao's several bank accounts matched the transfer account provided by the killer.

That is to say, they still do not have enough evidence to prove that Zhao Yiyi is behind the scenes.

The case once again reached a dead end.

"How so?"

Chen Mo couldn't believe it, from the conversation between Zhao Yiyi and Lin Ling, it could basically be confirmed that the person who hired the murderer to assassinate Lin Ling was Zhao Yiyi.

The roadside frowned and lit a cigarette.

"There are two possibilities. Either Zhao Yiyi is indeed innocent, she is indeed not behind the scenes, or the bank account that Zhao Yiyi used to hire murderers is not in these account information, and she may have opened a new account by herself.

"If it's the latter, then it's more difficult for us to handle the case."

The several police officers involved in the case looked at each other, and if they wanted to get all the bank accounts that Zhao Yiyi had opened in the United States, it was almost an impossible task for them now.

After Yu Miao learned that the bank account sent by Zhao Ling did not match the information provided by the killer, she also notified Zhao Ling by phone in time.

Putting down the phone, Zhao Ling let out a long sigh of relief, and his heart was mixed for a while.

Fortunately, his daughter Zhao Yiyi, who has been raised for eighteen years, does not seem to be as cruel as he thought, and the worry is that the murderer behind the scenes still does not know who it is, and Xia Qing's danger has not been lifted.

Chen Ya was sitting next to Zhao Ling, and she had been waiting, believing that the police's suspicions of Zhao Yiyi were all Xia Qing misleading the police.

When Zhao Ling hung up the phone, he raised his eyes to face his wife's sneering face.

"What else do you have to say now? I said that Xia Qing's mind is poisonous, you still don't believe it, and now the police say that the evidence does not match.

Zhao Ling was speechless, his wife's prejudice against Xia Qing had reached the point of hopelessness.

Obviously, the police's suspicion of Zhao Yiyi came from the information provided by the killer, and in his wife's mind, all of this was Xia Qing's trick.

Zhao Ling looked at his wife in silence for a long time, and finally returned to the room alone.

Chen Ya's sharp aura was also like a leaky leather ball after her husband left, no longer ostentatious.

Her eyes were slightly red and her nose was sour, and her heart was full of grievances.

"Before people recognize you, you have already thrown Yiyi aside, if this girl really returns to the Zhao family, where will there be Yiyi in your heart..."

Chen Ya cried softly in the living room.

Liu Yan, who was listening on the stairwell on the side, pinched the bridge of her nose helplessly.

If it is about Niu Xin's leftism and paranoia, Zhao Yiyi really looks like Chen Ya's biological daughter.

However, Zhao Yiyi's bank account did not match the information provided by the murderer, which also made Liu Yan wonder.

However, Liu Yan, who has been managing the company's finances for many years, has naturally thought of the possibility that Zhao Yiyi can open another account.

But how to collect all of Zhao Yiyi's bank accounts is also difficult for Liu Yan.

Do you have to contact the US police to ask them to inquire on their behalf?

............

Boston, Cambridge.

The beautiful Chinese female professor pursed her lips and stared at the computer screen.

A pair of intelligent eyes were full of surprise and anger.

Her husband Chen Sijie's worries in recent months, she finally found the answer.

Investigating Zhao Yiyi's online behavior and account movements is not a difficult task for artificial intelligence expert Luo Yan.

"It's so daring to hire a murderer..."