The information about A Wan and Henry was sent by fax.
Sheng Xinhao’s eyes swept across the faxed documents, his hands trembling.
Tears fell onto the paper.
“It’s A Wan, it’s my A Wan! Henry! I, Sheng Xinhao, will never forgive you!”
The information on the paper stated that Henry was a renowned physician in Country A, specializing in infectious diseases and psychology. There was also a photo of Henry attached.
It was unmistakably the same doctor from Country A he had brought in back then.
Even though over a decade had passed, Sheng Xinhao was certain he hadn’t mistaken the face.
This man named Henry had orchestrated A Wan’s false death and taken her away!
“I thought I was bringing in someone to save A Wan, but instead, I was inviting a wolf into my home.”
“Henry coveted A Wan, schemed all of this, and took her away.”
Then he had told Sheng Xinhao that treatment was hopeless.
He had made Sheng Xinhao believe A Wan was dead.
When Sheng Xinhao saw that the documents listed Henry and A Wan as husband and wife, everything became clear.
Yes, he remembered that when Henry first arrived, the moment he saw A Wan, he was utterly captivated—his eyes had lit up.
Sheng Xinhao had noticed it back then.
He had given Henry a warning look.
He had wanted to drive Henry away, but at that time, Henry was the only one who might have been able to cure A Wan, so he had endured it.
But he never expected…
And what about A Wan…
Why would she marry this man named Henry?
Had she forgotten him? Forgotten their child?
Suddenly, Sheng Xinhao remembered Gu Jianing’s suggestion—that A Wan might have lost her memory.
Yes, that had to be it.
Sheng Xinhao believed he knew his wife well enough.
Back then, he and A Wan had shared a deep love.
A Wan had always spoken of Axi with such affection.
So how could she have simply abandoned him and their son?
Unless… she had forgotten.
Sheng Xinhao was utterly convinced that this despicable man, Henry, had caused A Wan to lose her memory and then taken her away.
Gritting his teeth, Sheng Xinhao felt as if he could tear Henry apart.
When he saw that they were currently staying at the Friendship Hotel in Beijing, Sheng Xinhao decided to leave immediately to find them.
But first, he needed to inform Axi and his wife.
So, Sheng Xinhao made a phone call.
Sheng Zexi had taken leave from the military district that day.
He knew that with the old man’s investigative speed, it wouldn’t be long before they confirmed whether that woman was his mother.
If it was, he couldn’t wait to see her.
So he had taken the day off and waited at home.
Gu Jianing had no classes in the morning and had swapped her afternoon classes at Beijing University with another teacher.
They had both slept well the night before.
But that morning, they had been waiting for Sheng Xinhao’s call.
They waited and waited. The sun climbed higher, and finally, the phone rang.
Sheng Zexi answered immediately.
As soon as he picked up, he heard a voice on the other end—choked with emotion, a mix of excitement and anger.
“Axi, your mother is alive. I’m certain she’s alive.”
“That Henry—he’s the same doctor who treated A Wan. He was the one who found a way to take her away.”
“Everything matches up. The details, the timeline—it all fits.”
“I also saw a photo of the woman called A Wan. She looks exactly like your mother.”
At his end, Sheng Xinhao stared at the fax in his hands, his fingertip tracing the photo. Wasn’t this A Wan’s exact appearance?
Though she had aged somewhat, A Wan’s appearance hadn’t changed at all.
She was still as beautiful as in her youth, her features carrying the same warmth and grace.
Upon hearing this, Sheng Zexi felt a weight lift from his heart.
Ever since yesterday, he had been wondering—was his mother truly alive, or had they made a mistake?
But deep down, he had hoped she was alive.
What child wouldn’t want a mother’s love, no matter how old they grew?
Suppressing his excitement and the lump in his throat, Sheng Zexi asked, “Where are they now?”
“At the Friendship Hotel in Beijing. I’m going there right now!” Sheng Xinhao couldn’t wait a moment longer.
“Alright, I’ll come too. We’ll leave now.”
No matter what had truly happened back then, they wouldn’t know until they found her.
Soon, the call ended.
Sheng Zexi turned to see Gu Jianing waiting behind him. His eyes were slightly red, and his voice was filled with emotion. “Ningning, the old man confirmed it—that person is my mother. My mother is alive!”
“Xiao Xi, what are you saying? What do you mean your mother is alive?”
Just then, a voice suddenly sounded from outside.
Sheng Zexi and Gu Jianing turned around and saw Grandmother Sang.
The elderly woman had been standing outside—no one knew how long she had been there or how much she had overheard.
She stepped forward, gripping Sheng Zexi’s arm, her eyes fixed on him. “Your mother is alive?”
Earlier, when things were still uncertain, Sheng Zexi had chosen not to tell his grandparents, afraid of giving them false hope. But now that the matter was all but confirmed, and since Grandmother had already heard, there was no reason to hide it anymore.
After all, his mother was her daughter—her only child.
Sheng Zexi took his grandmother’s trembling hands and said, “Yes, Grandma. There’s a very good chance my mother is alive.”
“Back then, she may not have died. Someone orchestrated her disappearance and took her away…”
Sheng Zexi quickly explained everything—starting from Xingxing meeting A Wan at the airport, to the phone call he had just received from the old man.
“No wonder… no wonder you two have been acting strange these past couple of days. No wonder you went out so late last night. I knew something was going on, but I never imagined… I never imagined…”
As Grandmother Sang spoke, tears began to fall.
“My A Wan… she’s still alive… she’s still alive. Back then, I never believed she was gone…”
When the news of Sang Yuwan’s death first arrived, Grandmother Sang had refused to believe her daughter was gone.
Her daughter had left for the border, and she had prayed for her safe return.
How could she suddenly receive word that she had died?
Grandmother Sang couldn’t accept it. Even when Sheng Xinhao later brought back Sang Yuwan’s ashes, she still couldn’t believe it.
It wasn’t just her—Sheng Zexi hadn’t believed it either.
When someone leaves the country hale and whole, only to return as nothing but a handful of ashes, who could accept that?
Yet no matter how much she refused to believe, the facts stood before her, and in the end, she had no choice but to accept them.
“…Even after we buried those ashes, I dreamt of her so many times. In my dreams, your mother told me she was still alive, that she would come back—that I should wait for her.”
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