Fu Hanchuan bent his lips and smiled: "It seems that Old Mrs. Shen has already told you. I have shown the photos to Miss Su, and she is also surprised. Let's take a look."

Yan Gu's eyes fell on Su Xiang, and after a while, he said, "Ms. Su thought there was something unexpected?"

Su Xiang looked at him and said, "Mr. Yan should know too. My mother, Chen Yan, is the same as the one engraved on your tombstone."

After Fu Hanchuan gave her the photo, she went to Chenyan's cemetery and took photos. Compared with the one Fu Hanchuan gave her, the date above was exactly the same.

She took out her phone and there were two pictures on the left and right. The only difference was that the one taken by Su Xiang was the Mutual Tomb, with Su Mingdong's name on it.

Yan Gu glanced at him, his expression seemed to be colder. He picked up the teapot and poured tea, and asked coldly: "I don't understand what Miss Su wants to say."

Su Xiang said: "Mr. Yan, don't you find it strange?"

"Although there are many coincidences in this world, Mr. Yan, you know very well that there is a reason why I look for you again and again."

"I just want to know what Mr. Yan has to do with my mother."

After the words came, the teapot in Yan Gu's hand also fell heavily on the table. A muffled sound scared Su Xiang, not only because of the heavy sound, but also because of Yan Gu's sudden angry look.

He said coldly: "So, you asked someone to dig a cemetery and want to see what it is inside?"

Su Xiang was shocked and looked at him in shock, then turned to look at Fu Hanchuan, not knowing what he was talking about.

"What, what!" Su Xiang jumped up, "I don't have it!"

How could she run over to dig a grave? If she had dug it, why would she come here to ask what was going on? But her words were not accepted by Yan Gu. He glanced at her coldly, turned to look at Fu Hanchuan, his eyes were as cold as a knife light, and his lips were pursed into a line.

He ordered: "Come in!"

A few tall security guards came in from the door immediately, almost obscuring the sunlight at the door. The atmosphere inside the house was not only stiff, but also very cold.

Seeing this, Fu Hanchuan breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and said, "So, Mr. Yan just mentioned that Mrs. Shen was hospitalized because the cemetery was suddenly dug up?"

For everyone, the dead are the greatest and the peace of mind. The old lady attaches so much importance to the people in the tomb. It is definitely sad and angry that the tomb is dug up, and it is reasonable to fall ill.

He also understood a little why they could come in when Old Mrs. Shen was not there, and it was Yan Gu who personally received it.

It turned out that he was waiting for the so-called "tomb robber" to come to him.

Because it was sudden, Yan Gu took off his disguise and stopped beating around the bush with them.

Fu Hanchuan glanced at the security guards lightly and looked at Yan Gu and said, "Mr. Yan is in such a situation. It seems that we are the ones who determine the tomb robbers?"

Yan Gu said: "That cemetery has been there for several years and we have been at peace. You are the only one who shows special attention to it."

"In addition..." He paused, his tone became colder, "Mr. Fu invited the people there for a long time to inquire. The cemetery was dug up after Mr. Fu found out. You said, I don't doubt you, who should I doubt?"

Fu Hanchuan nodded in a clear way, showing his agreement, and said, "In this way, I am indeed the most suspicious."

"Can you ask, who is in that cemetery?"

Yan Gu sneered: "Why did Mr. Fu ask clearly? If he hadn't known what was inside, how could he be so anxious to find him?"

The two sides were in a stalemate, and Yan Gu believed that they had dug the cemetery again. Su Xiang clenched his fingers and seemed to have made some decisions. She said, "Mr. Yan, I would like to ask if Mr. Yan is here too?"

Yan Gu glanced at Su Xiang. Su Xiang looked at him, turned around and took out the ginger flower picture from the bag she brought. She stepped forward and placed the painting on the heavy pear blossom table, made a gesture of invitation, and said, "Maybe Mr. Yan can sit down and have a good talk when he sees this painting."

Yan Gu glanced at the paper-sealed painting, looked at Su Xiang for a few seconds, and Su Xiang said calmly: "It's time for now, it seems that we have been standing on the opposite side and talking."

"I think Mr. Yan has always been vigilant about me and even hostile because I am Su Mingdong's daughter. With the demise of the Su family, Su Run became disabled. No matter how Mr. Yan denies it, it is judging from the information I found, it has nothing to do with you."

"I think, if I was not a mute, a normal person at that time, or... if I were also a man, my experience would not be much better than Su Run, right?"

It sounds a bit ironic, and her muteness actually helped her escape. But judging from what she speculated, Yan Lin hatred for the Su family, Yan Lin was kind-hearted and let her go. Or maybe it was because she had already married into the Fu family at that time, and it was still difficult for the Fu family to move with the strength of the Yan family.

In any case, it is certain that the Yan family is hostile to her. If she doesn't show up again, if Yan Lin thinks she wants to get back to the Su family, then he will really have to attack her.

Yan Gu narrowed his eyes slightly, Su Xiang looked at his expression, and before he could speak, she dropped a bomb. She said word by word: "If I say, I am not Su Mingdong's daughter!"

Yan Gu seemed to be shocked, his face shook, and then his brows frowned deeply. He looked at Su Xiang for a moment and said, "Miss Su, your amazing remarks are really surprising. You are not Su Mingdong's daughter, who is it?"

Su Xiang said: "That's why I hope to meet Mr. Yan and ask him, who is Ye Cheng?"

She pushed the painting forward and her eyes continued to stare at Yan Gu.

"Ye Cheng and my mother Shen Yan have a story. If Mr. Yan had never heard of it, I could tell you in front of Mr. Yan once. Mr. Yan might as well listen. Some may not be very complete. I hope Mr. Yan can fulfill this story for me at that time."

"As for why I believe Mr. Yan came to the bottom of the matter, Mr. Yan knew about it." She once came to the door for a dish. Can't she explain the problem?

Yan Gu pursed his lips and looked at Su Xiang for a while. After a while, he picked up his cell phone and walked out. Su Xiang looked at his back, turned to look at Fu Hanchuan, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Fu Hanchuan murmured softly in her ear: "Why are you so fierce that you throw all the ace out?"

Su Xiang said: "If we don't make it clear, we will be arrested and squatted in the police station."

Furthermore, she didn't dare to say it before, because there was not so much evidence, so she could only rely on her own guesses. Now that there is a photo of the cemetery and this painting of Ye Cheng. No matter how bad she is, she can also invite Mr. He to come and recognize it in person. Under the verification of the physical evidence, even if she admits her wrong father, she will tell her the truth based on the relationship between Yan Lin and Chen Yan.

After a while, Yan Gu came in with his cell phone. He sat down in the seat and waved his hand. The security guards looked at him and all retreated.

Su Xiang and Fu Hanchuan exchanged glances, and both of them retreated to their original positions and sat down, but neither spoke. A dull aura in the room continued to spread.

During this period, the servant came over to change the new hot tea. Fu Hanchuan poured Su Xiang a cup. Su Xiang was a little nervous and took a sip and put it aside.

After a while, a loud voice came from outside. Su Xiang turned around and saw Yan Lin walking in with a black cane. He was wearing a long dress and trousers. His clothes were not famous brands that marked his status. They were very simple, so simple that people would not think of this white-headed man, he was a powerful person.

When Su Xiang saw him, she immediately stood up: "Boss Yan." Because he was the owner of the pillow garden, she thought it would be better to call him according to the old name.

Yan Lin glanced at her deeply, walked to the sand and sat down, and placed his cane on the tea table.

After Yan Gu saw him sitting down, he sat down. Yan Lin looked at Su Xiang and said, "Sit down."

After Su Xiang and Fu Hanchuan sat down, they didn't say anything. Everything started with that painting anyway. Before he did not act or spoke, they both remained silent.

Yan Lin glanced at them and his eyes fell on the painting. Yan Gu looked at his expression and picked up the painting to unpack it.

The hissing sound of paper tearing sounded in the air, stirring Su Xiang's nerves. She stared at Yan Lin tightly, not letting go of any expression on his face.

The paper sealed down to the ground and the paintings were all revealed. When Yan Lin frowned, he turned his head and looked at Su Xiang unhappily and said, "Miss Su, what's the point of giving me this painting?"

Su Xiang saw that his expression was wrong. If he was Ye Cheng, it would be impossible for this reaction to see this old work. She leaned forward to look at the painting, and Yan Gu also turned the painting backwards.

Fusang flowers!

Su Xiang was stunned. What's going on? How could it be Fusanghua!

She quickly stepped forward and took the painting over, and looked at it up, down, left, left, front and back. She was not dazzled, just a fusang flower!

Fu Hanchuan only knew that Su Xiang bought a picture of ginger flowers from Old Man He, but the painting had been enclosed, so she didn't let her open it again to see it.

He looked at Su Xiang, and at this time Yan Lin's cold voice sounded: "Miss Su, do you use this trick to get out of trouble. Do you think that the old man, I, is easy to play with?"

Su Xiang looked at the painting on her hand, put it down, looked up and calmed down at Yan Lin, "My painting was dropped. It was originally a picture of ginger flowers."

She regretted it a little and did not save the photo. The camera had an impact on the color of the painting. At that time, she thought the painting was too precious and was already held by her, so she was not willing to take it. Even when Fu Ying wanted to see it later, she carefully opened it and wrapped it up again after a while.

Yan Gu snorted coldly and said, "I haven't seen the so-called Jianghua picture, Miss Su can do whatever she says."

Su Xiang said: "If I want to cheat the boss of the banquet, I can find someone to draw any ginger flower picture, so why bother to find a Fusang?"

"In addition..." She looked at Yan Lin, "Although I can't see that painting now, I've seen it and know what it was drawn on it."

"A woman holding white ginger flowers, and a pair of eyes that look similar to me in the gaps of the flowers." Su Xiang pointed to her eyes, reminding Yan Lin something.

She thought that Yan Lin was willing to let her go at that time, which might have something to do with these eyes.

Yan Lin looked majestic with his lips closed tightly, and said nothing. Su Xiang continued: "The name written by the painter is Ye Cheng." She clearly recited the time of the painting and the graphics of the seal on it.

"I bought this painting from Mr. He, the artist. He said that he bought it from Ye Cheng twenty years ago, and since then, the Ye Cheng has disappeared."

"If Boss Yan has an impression of this painting, he should know that what I am telling is not a lie."

Su Xiang looked straight into Yan Lin's eyes and added another sentence: "If the boss Yan had no interest in that ginger flower picture, he would not come back immediately when I talked about that painting, right?"

Yan Lin looked at her silently for a while, with a smile on his face, and he said, "Ms. Su is bold and meticulous and organized. I can't say it if I don't admit it."

"It's just Miss Su, just with a painting, why did you come to me? I've seen that painting, but I don't own it."

Su Xiang said: "Boss Yan, because of a dish, I thought you had a relationship with my mother. Now, I learned that there was a cemetery that was suspected to be my mother here. I don't think this is just a coincidence. I think only Boss Yan can tell you."

"If Mr. Yan can tell me who Ye Cheng is, I will be grateful."

After saying that, Su Xiangjing was waiting for his answer. The atmosphere was more solemn than the time she had been waiting before. She could even feel that her heart was beating violently.

It was only one step away from the answer she wanted, as long as he spoke.

With a longer silence than before, Yan Lin said in a heavy tone: "Who do you think it is?"

Su Xiang looked at him and replied: "You."

The air around seemed to sink with that word. Yan Lin sneered, as if he had a sarcastic denial of this answer. He said, "I'm just a cook."

Su Xiang thought that with his prudence, he would not express his opinion easily, so he slowly told the entanglement between Ye Cheng and Shen Yan and Su Mingdong.

She finally said: "Ye Cheng returned ten years later and planned to take Shen Yan away, but was found by Su Mingdong. Su Mingdong once again took Shen Yan away from him. This time, in order to completely make Shen Yan give up and cut off their relationship, he injured Ye Cheng and made him unable to pick up the brush again."

She looked at Yan Lin's leg again: "Ye suffered a very serious injury and could not be cured. After selling the ginger flower picture, he left Beicheng and never appeared again. Then, it was the story of revenge twenty years later."

"The story behind this is arranged by Boss Yan. I think I don't need to tell me in detail, right?"

"Su Mingdong died tragically, Shen Yan died with him, the Su family was gone, the old house of Su family was razed to the ground, Su Run's wife and children were separated, and she became a useless man. Boss Yan, am I right?"

Yan Lin turned his head slightly, with no expression on his face, but Su Xiang saw his clenched fists and his pale face.

What she said was already so detailed that unless Yan Lin could say something else to convince her, he would have to admit it.
To be continued...