The Obsessive Tycoon Claims the Deserted Heiress-Chapter 165 - 164: Simply tie up all the Yu Family Members

"Grandpa Jin, she is Little Zhi," Xu Fan introduced them softly.

Seeing the young girl again, his mood had shifted, and even the corners of his lips carried a faint smile.

Jin Heng was momentarily stunned. He set down the birdcage, took a seat beside the girl, and studied her a few more times before bursting into hearty laughter.

Earlier that afternoon, while listening to Jin Zhuoming mention the golden lock in the study, he had still been uncertain whether this was truly Little Wan’s child.

But now that they had met, the innate sense of familiarity rising from deep within him could not deceive him.

"There’s no mistake, no mistake." Jin Heng slapped his knee in excitement, his smile-filled eyes moistening.

Upon hearing this, Xu Linchuan quickly stepped forward toward the young girl. He raised his hand, as though trying to pat her on the head, but hesitated for fear of upsetting her, leaving his hand suspended midair.

"Little sister." He called to her softly, grinning like a child who had just gotten a beloved toy.

Yu Zhi: "..."

She glanced back and forth between Xu Linchuan and Jin Heng in puzzlement, her delicate brows lightly raised.

The silence in the air stretched for a moment. Shi Wei quickly pulled the young girl into his arms, glaring impatiently at the fool in front of him, "Don’t scare her."

At these words, Xu Linchuan’s expression instantly turned flustered. Seeing the confusion in the girl’s eyes, his heart filled with regret.

He sat down uneasily beside the two, his lips moving without forming words, uncertain of how to begin speaking.

"Here’s the thing..." Unable to bear the sight any longer, Xu Fan calmly recounted the events that had transpired in the Xu Family for the two of them.

His gentle voice drifted through the hall like raindrops slipping into the grass, lightly and softly, evoking a quiet sense of peace.

Uncertain how much time had passed, as the gentle rain seemed to cease, the group seated on the sofa remained silent, none uttering a single word.

"Girl, have these years with Little Wan been kind to you?" Jin Heng choked on his words, his gaze toward the young girl now filled with many complex emotions.

He felt relief on behalf of his old friend, yet also sadness over that friend’s obstinacy.

"No." Yu Zhi’s mind began replaying the images of a fourteen-year-old girl who shared her name.

The decrepit, foul-smelling house; the greasy, cruel rural couple who tormented and humiliated her daily.

All were indelibly etched in the girl’s heart.

Yu Zhi gripped the man’s hand tightly, pushing down emotions that were on the verge of spiraling out of control, and took a deep breath.

Her tone was flat: "Qiu Wan died. They sent the fourteen-year-old Yu Zhi to the countryside and raised her for two years."

Shi Wei lowered his eyes, staring at the young girl whose face bore no expression, his dark gaze gradually deepening.

He buried his face near the young girl’s neck, his arm wrapped around her waist squeezing tighter.

"Little Wan... Little Wan is gone?" Jin Heng’s rich voice trembled, tears welling up in his eyes as if they might fall at any moment.

He clutched at his chest, his face pale and marked with anguish, "How did she pass away?"

"Grandpa Jin, don’t get overly worked up," Xu Fan hurriedly poured a cup of warm water and handed it to him.

Watching the man’s difficulty breathing, Xu Fan dared not imagine what might happen if this news reached the family’s elder.

"Heart disease." At the mention of this, Yu Zhi’s gaze flickered, her clear voice turning colder: "That day, I was at school. I’m unclear on the specifics."

In her fragmented and pitiful memories, Qiu Wan’s health had always seemed fine. Her sudden onset and death seemed puzzling.

Jin Heng, with decades of experience in the business world, immediately sensed something amiss as soon as her words fell.

He remained silent for a moment, then turned to study the young girl carefully, "Girl, are you suspecting foul play in Little Wan’s death?"

"I have no proof." Yu Zhi locked eyes with him for two seconds, her gaze encountering the deep sadness and helplessness in his eyes.

She recounted everything that had happened in the Yu Family and the fragmented clues she’d uncovered, one by one.

She frowned slightly, "It’s too late for an autopsy now. I have no way to proceed."

Whether Qiu Wan’s death was caused by Yuan Li couldn’t be confirmed. Moreover, if Yuan Li was indeed the culprit, then what kind of role had Yu Baisheng played in this?

"How about we just tie up that Yu bastard and see if we can get anything out of him?"

Xu Linchuan rolled up his sleeves, looking as though he was ready to rush out at any moment.

No matter what, she was his aunt. Even if they’d never met, she was still part of the Xu Family, something he wouldn’t tolerate others trampling on.

"What if he really knows nothing?" Shi Wei ran his finger softly over the young girl’s furrowed brow, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead.

"Then why not bind up their entire family?"

Yu Zhi: "..."

She was genuinely beginning to question whether this man was actually in detective work, given how much he resembled a bandit.

"Enough." Jin Heng’s expression grew grave as he glanced over at the young ones, letting out a long sigh: "Don’t let Old Xu know about this for now."

He truly feared that Xu Zhen might not be able to handle the shock, his frail body unable to endure it.

"Understood." Xu Fan nodded firmly, his face serious. Glancing at the hazy nightfall outside, he looked to Jin Heng, "Grandpa Jin, let me take you home now."

After an exhausting evening and considering his advanced age, Jin Heng now exuded visible fatigue. He rubbed his forehead, "Shi Wei, come to the Jin Family manor tomorrow."

With those parting words, the two young men helped him stand up, birdcage in hand, his steps slow and heavier than when he had arrived.

The living room returned to silence. The young girl gazed at the door for some time before turning her head and leaning closer into the man’s arms.

Absentmindedly, she began to fiddle with the small button on his shirt collarbone, her voice low: "Shi Wei, should I not have told them?"

Earlier, her emotions had been disturbed by the little girl’s memories. She couldn’t resist revealing her suspicions surrounding Qiu Wan’s death.

But seeing Jin Heng’s aged back, she began to wonder if she had been too cruel.

"Zhizhi, they have the right to know the truth," Shi Wei cupped her face, gently squeezing it into a little bun shape.

He rested his forehead against hers, his voice soft and soothing: "Don’t overthink, be good."

"Alright." Yu Zhi gazed into the man’s deep eyes, sensing an increased sense of dependency on him. She instinctively pressed her red lips together.

The movement made Shi Wei’s gaze drop, fixing on those soft lips that resembled translucent cherry blossom jelly.

His throat moved slightly, and the corner of his peach-blossom-shaped eyes narrowed, exuding a dangerous aura: "Zhizhi, there’s something we haven’t finished."

"What?"

"What do you think?" The man chuckled softly, scooping her into his arms and heading straight for the balcony outside their bedroom.

Allowing her to truly understand the meaning of a long, sleepless night.

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