Chapter: 629

Jian Ran didn't say anything else, but stretched out her arms to hug Qin Yue, and said softly: "Qin Yue, no matter what happens, I will be by your side to accompany you."

"Jian Ran, do you know something that I don't know?" Jian Ran never asked hypothetical questions, so Qin Yue guessed that she must have some evidence that he didn't know.

Jian Ran nodded: "I'm holding something related to Grandpa Do you want to see it?"

Once this thing is handed over, Qin Yue will lose the most important family member he ever had.

But Qin Yue hardly hesitated, his eyes were dark but he nodded firmly.

The current old man is not Qin Yue's real grandfather, so he will not feel sorry for Qin Yue. The method of poisoning before may be the lightest method used against that old treacherous impostor.

Seeing that Qin Yue had made up his mind, Jian Ran didn't delay for a moment, and immediately went to fetch the carefully kept recording pen, and handed it to Qin Yue.

She said: "This recording is copied from the ring that my mother gave you before. Because of its age, the sound quality is not clear and some are incomplete."

Qin Yue nodded, turned on the recording pen, and quietly listened to the content of the voice in the recording pen.

The content of the dialogue is not much, the first half is about how to murder Xiao Yuanfeng, and the second half is about the true identity of the old man.

From the conversation, it could be vaguely heard that this unidentified old man had replaced the real grandpa of the Qin family, but who he was and why he replaced the identity of the grandpa of the Qin family was not clear during the conversation.

Before hearing this recording, Qin Yue had a guess, but it was just his own guess, and it was not tenable at all, and the evidence now points to the fact that the old man is not his own grandfather.

In other words, his own grandfather had been replaced twenty years ago, but as his most beloved grandson, he didn't know it.

Jian Ran carefully tugged at the corner of Qin Yue's clothes, and said, "Qin Yue, this recording is incomplete, and the missing part may be the most important thing."

Qin Yue clenched his fists, concealed the churning emotions in his heart, and smiled at Jian Ran: "Leave this matter to me, don't think too much about it. It's getting late, go to rest first."

"Qin Yue." Jian Ran grabbed Qin Yue who was about to turn around and leave, "You told me personally that no matter what happens, our husband and wife will bear it together."

"Yeah." Qin Yue rubbed her head and smiled softly, "Go and rest first."

"Qin Yue—" Jian Ran still wanted to say something, but she swallowed everything she wanted to say when she met the obscure Xing Hai in Qin Yue's eyes.

For Qin Yue, being hurt by his grandfather is painful.

But the grandfather who loved him so much was quietly replaced by a stranger for more than 20 years, but they didn't know it at all. Whether he is alive or dead now is uncertain.

If my grandfather is still alive, how did he spend the past twenty years?

If he died... Then in the past twenty years, Qin Yue called his enemy his grandfather, how heartbroken and angry would that grandfather who loved him be to the bone?

Even when Jian Ran thinks about it this way, she feels pain in her heart. This kind of pain is filled with deep guilt and anger, like the poisonous fangs of a poisonous snake, biting every inch of her heart and bones.

She is so uncomfortable, let alone Qin Yue?

...

Handing over the recording about the current old man Qin to Qin Yue, Jian Ran didn't feel relieved because of it, but was worried and restless.

Last night, after Qin Yue got the recording pen, he went to the study room. He didn't know what he had done. He returned to the room after being busy for a long time, and went out again early this morning.

Looking at Xiao Ranran who was seriously drawing with the paintbrush in front of her, Jian Ran stretched out her hand to pinch her chubby face, and said softly, "Of course, baby, Mom wants to hug you."

Maybe hug Xiao Ranran and appreciate that the little guy is in her arms, so she won't be so worried and uneasy.

Xiao Ranran threw away the paintbrush, flung herself into her mother's arms, rolled and acted cutely, and said softly and sweetly: "Mom, of course, draw my father, draw my mother, draw brother Lie, draw sister..."