The Mind-Read Heiress: From Impostor to Family Favorite-Chapter 64 - 63 Its No Coincidence
Chapter 64: Chapter 63: It’s No Coincidence
Chapter 64 -63: It’s No Coincidence
“Yanyan, your phone is buzzing a lot. Is someone trying to reach you urgently?”
Su Yang reminded Wenyan to check her phone.
Wenyan had been talking to Su Yang. Now, hearing her say this, she took out her phone from her bag.
Upon opening WeChat, she saw messages from the movie crew’s group chat.
The group had been quiet for a while, as everyone was busy filming.
It was active again now because they were about to leave H Province and return to A City.
The shooting there had finished, with the remaining scenes to be shot in A City.
Some actors, like Wang Che, who had also wrapped up their filming, were now talking in the group.
They were asking if they could visit the set or if there was time to get together for a meal.
The director said it was possible and then asked who was in A City these days.
Wang Che eagerly signed up and also @mentioned Wenyan.
Seeing this, Wenyan replied with a message.
But after checking all the messages, she hadn’t seen any from Shen Jinghe.
As she wondered about this, she suddenly remembered, Shen Jinghe wasn’t even in this large group.
This group was formed by an actor in the same group as her during dialect and sign language training.
All of them were lower-profile, and no one dared to invite Shen Jinghe.
So, Wenyan sent Shen Jinghe a private message.
‘Long time no see JPG’
‘Big bro, when are you coming back? I heard all the scenes over there are done.’
Shen Jinghe replied to Wenyan very quickly.
‘Should be tomorrow, not sure of the details yet. Anything up?’
‘Nothing much, just asking when you’ll be back so we can hang out together.’
‘Let’s talk about it when the time comes, I’m busy with something else right now, gotta go.’
‘Alrighty, bye for now.’
As Wenyan turned off her phone, there was a gentle smile on her face.
Seeing this, Su Yang couldn’t help asking, “Who are you chatting with, Yanyan? You seem very happy. Did you make some like-minded friends in the crew this time?”
“Mm… I did make one or two friends. But just now, I was chatting with my second brother.”
Wenyan, with a smile brimming on her face, said, “I have some good news, Mom. The out-of-town filming is done, and second bro should be back tomorrow.”
“Really?” For Su Yang, this was certainly good news, and she was very happy to hear it, “Then I’ll ask him when he gets back to come over for a meal.
“Zhirou has also returned. I’ll check to see if your third brother is back from his business trip. It’s been a long time since our family sat down together for a reunion meal.”
Having said that, Su Yang took out her phone to message her third son.
Unfortunately, with a sigh, she said:
“Your third brother is still on a business trip and probably won’t have time to come back for a while.”
When it came to her third son, Shen Jingcheng, Su Yang immediately had a lot to talk about.
Before they knew it, time had passed quickly, and they soon arrived at the hospital where Shen Zhirou’s foster mother, Zhao Jing, lived.
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This was Wenyan’s first time meeting Shen Zhirou’s adoptive parents, Wu Peng and Zhao Jing.
Wu Peng was tall and burly, which made people’s first impression of him not so approachable.
However, his words and actions contrasted greatly with his appearance; he spoke politely and always had a smile on his face.
Shen Zhirou’s foster mother, Zhao Jing, seemed more amiable, but perhaps because she was sick, she spoke with a weak voice.
After Wenyan had greeted them, she barely spoke again.
Su Yang, on the other hand, found common topics with them, and after initial pleasantries, they started talking about Zhirou.
At first, Wenyan listened carefully, trying to see if she could catch anything unusual from the couple’s conversation.
But the conversation revolved around praising Zhirou’s good temperament and excellence.
Ugh, Wenyan felt like vomiting.
Either Zhirou was hiding her true nature very well, or her foster parents were helping her conceal it.
As for her, she could hardly be described as having a good temperament; saying she had intermittent fits of insanity would be more accurate.
Wenyan’s thoughts gradually drifted away from the conversation in the ward, her gaze turning to the outside of the room.
Suddenly, a vaguely familiar face passed by the door.
!!!
It was him.
The man she had met in the supermarket last time, who had given her a phone number that couldn’t be reached.
Wenyan quickly excused herself to the elders in the ward.
“Mom, uncle, aunt, I’m going to the restroom.”
After leaving the ward, Wenyan immediately followed the man at a brisk pace.
After turning a corner and entering another hallway, ensuring that the people in the ward couldn’t hear her, she ran up to block the middle-aged man’s path.
“Hello, Mr. Wan!”
Wan Jian, startled by the interception and speaking in a regional dialect, asked:
“Eh? Who are you? Do we know each other?”
Wenyan, with a warm smile on her face, said, “Mr. Wan, it seems you have a fortune in forgetting things. About two months ago, we met in a supermarket in Chengnan District.
“At that time, you mistook a young woman for a daughter of someone named Boss Zhao in the supermarket. I even asked for your phone number later.
“How about it, Mr. Wan, do you remember now? You had just given me your phone number when your wife came looking for you with your grandson in her arms.”
“Oh!” Wan Jian suddenly realized, “So it’s you, I remember now. It seems we really do have fate, meeting again here in the hospital today.”
Wenyan smiled, “Actually, I called you that evening when I got home, hoping to sit down with you and ask you some questions. But to my surprise, your phone was out of service. What happened? Did you give me the wrong number?”
“Impossible!” Wan Jian waved his hand dismissively, “If it’s out of service, then it’s absolutely not a mistake, that is my number.”
“……” Wenyan was at a loss for words, “So Mr. Wan, did you deliberately give me a number that was out of service because you didn’t want to be contacted?”
“No, no, that’s not it! There was no such thing,” Wan Jian quickly denied.
“You don’t know. I put that SIM card in a spare phone. That night after returning home, my grandson accidentally soaked it in water.
“As a result, the phone was ruined, and although I took out the SIM card, I never installed it again. After all, it was just a spare card, and I didn’t think about buying a new one.”
What he didn’t mention was that he had been using that spare phone solely to watch videos of beautiful dancing women and neglecting everything else, which led to his wife smashing the phone in a fit of anger.
Wenyan accepted his explanation; anyway, the fact remained that his phone number was suspended.
“I see, that was a misunderstanding on my part, Mr. Wan. Are you available now? I’d like to have a chat with you.”
This time, when speaking, Wenyan used the same regional dialect as Wan Jian.
