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Ruan Anmu felt somewhat dejected.
However, she had been too young at the time. If she hadn’t cared about her parents after arriving at the Fuyuan, she might not have even known this news.
Sigh, if only I had asked more questions back then.
Ruan Fuxi comforted her, "No, the information you’ve shared is already quite a lot. As for the rest, I’ll look into it. Since that driver has been arrested, there will definitely be records."
She also wanted to find time to check on the house her father mentioned before he left.
So Ruan Fuxi asked, "Anmu, do you remember where the house you lived in with Dad was? We can go see it after we pay our respects."
Ruan Anmu nodded. "I remember. Qing Shan Town hasn’t changed much over the years. Are you hoping to find some information left by Mom and Dad?"
"Exactly," Ruan Fuxi replied. "I think since Dad specifically mentioned the house before he left, it must have some significance."
Ruan Anmu frowned. "But Uncle has already taken the house, and so many years have passed. Even if Mom and Dad left something behind, it might be long gone."
Ruan Fuxi remained more optimistic. She had a gut feeling that if Mom and Dad had hidden something in the house, it wouldn’t be easily discovered by an ordinary person.
Whether her intuition was correct would have to wait until they visited the house to confirm.
"Let’s just go see it first," she said.
The two of them then fell asleep.
The next morning, after breakfast, the four of them headed to the cemetery.
The last time Ruan Anmu had come here was a year ago.
There were staff responsible for cleaning and managing the cemetery present, and the area was relatively free of weeds, looking quite tidy.
Ruan Fuxi looked at the inscription on the tombstone:
**"Tomb of Ruan Changlin and Bai Tang."**
Ruan Anmu stepped forward and brushed the dust off the gravestone.
This is the name of my parents.
Ruan Fuxi nodded, then took out three incense sticks, lighting them before placing them in front of the grave.
The smoke curled upwards, and Ruan Fuxi sensed that there were no souls of the two in this world.
They must have already gone to the underworld.
Ruan Anmu followed suit with three incense sticks, speaking softly:
Mom and Dad, I’ve grown up now. The one who has come to pay respects with me is your biological daughter, Xiaoxi. Xiaoxi looks a lot like Mom, even more beautiful than her, and she’s particularly capable, so you can rest assured.
Sheng Yanzhou stood beside Ruan Fuxi, while Fu Sihan stood next to Ruan Anmu. The two took out fruits and placed them on the grave, then burned some joss paper before bowing in respect.
After the joss paper was completely burned, Ruan Fuxi cleared away some weeds around the grave.
She looked at the names of her parents on the tombstone and silently vowed that if their deaths had any hidden circumstances, she would seek revenge for them.
Afterward, the four returned to town.
Ruan Fuxi said to Sheng Yanzhou:
Anmu and I want to visit my parents' house from before they passed away. I also want to investigate the car accident that caused my mother’s death.
Sheng Yanzhou replied: I’ll accompany you.
Fu Sihan chimed in: Let’s go together.
Sheng Yanzhou then asked keenly:
Did Uncle and Aunt leave anything behind in the house? Aunt Bai’s death in the car accident might have some doubts surrounding it, and Uncle was only in his thirties when he passed away; he should have been in his prime. How could he have suddenly died? Should we go back to the hospital that issued his death certificate back then?
Ruan Anmu looked at Sheng Yanzhou with surprise and admiration upon hearing this.
His sharp insight was truly impressive.
With just a single sentence from Xiaoxi, he could deduce so much.
No wonder he could manage such a large corporation.
Ruan Fuxi nodded: I think so too, but this will take quite some time. You’re so busy; should we wait until later?
Sheng Yanzhou replied: No need.
The group's affairs have all been arranged, and there shouldn't be any issues.
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