Don't Try to Run Away, Madam President: The Cute Triplets

Chapter 479 The Whereabouts of Wang Aihua's Daughter

Fu Sihan's cheeks flushed slightly from Fu Yitian's pinching, but he remained steady, holding the baby in his arms. He lowered his eyes to gaze at the child's delicate face, a strange, tender throbbing stirring in his heart. He had never before been so close to such a tiny being. He hadn't taken much care of the previous children, but this one was so soft and tender that he felt completely overwhelmed.

Wang Aihua noticed Fu Sihan's embarrassment and quickly tried to smooth things over. "Mr. Fu, I can't believe you, a powerful CEO, can be so gentle with a child. It seems you don't usually take care of children! It seems you love your wife to the core, being a nanny for her. It seems like your wife and you are a match made in heaven."

The bottle in Wang Aihua's hand clanged against the edge of the table, tears welling up in her cloudy eyes. "Mr. Fu, you... you really still remember this?" She hurriedly wiped her eyes with the corner of her apron, her wrinkled hands trembling slightly. "My child and I have been separated for 20 years. If you can find my daughter for me, I will work like a slave for you.

Fu Sihan looked at Wang Aihua's trembling hands, his Adam's apple rolling up and down twice, his voice low and firm: "Auntie Wang, you have been working as a cleaner in the company for so many years, and you have been diligent and conscientious. Besides, when Li Jingyi drugged me before, if you hadn't informed Wanting in time, I would have fallen into that woman's trap. I, Fu Sihan, will remember this favor for the rest of my life." He paused, his eyes sweeping over his little daughter who lay wrinkled in the crib, "Now your daughter has been missing for twenty years, and I will find her no matter what."

Wang Aihua's eyes instantly turned red. She covered her mouth with her wrinkled hands, sobbing from between her fingers: "Mr. Fu... I just did what I had to do. If I hadn't caught Li Jingyi sneakily pouring something into your coffee cup in the tea room and found that threatening letter in her bag..." Her voice choked with sobs, "How could I have imagined that that seemingly fragile woman would actually want to destroy your marriage with your wife."

"So this time, let me help you. Tell me your husband's name and your daughter's name, and then I'll bring your daughter back to you. Do you have a photo of your daughter? Could you show it to me?

Wang Aihua's hands trembled violently as she fished out a plastic folder from a faded cloth bag. A yellowed photo of a girl with a ponytail appeared before her. She trembled and said, "This was taken when she was five. It's the only photo I have of her."

Before Fu Sihan could take the photo, I quickly snatched it away. The picture the note had sent me immediately came to my mind, and I quickly checked it with my phone. Then, holding the phone, I asked, "Auntie Wang, is this a photo of your daughter? It's also a photo of my friend's wife as a child. Her parents divorced when she was five."

Wang Aihua's cloudy eyes were almost glued to the phone screen. Her fingers, covered with age spots, trembled like sieves. She suddenly grabbed my wrist and said, "This, this photo is of my daughter. When we took the photo, we developed two copies. I kept one and gave the other to my daughter. This must be my daughter. Oh, and there's a scar on my daughter's arm. That's where her father burned her with a cigarette butt when he lost in gambling! Madam, is your friend her husband? Where is he from?"

After hearing this, I quickly said, "He's the president of an internet company. He's been developing overseas. It seems he saved that girl in the casino, and she became his lover. Now she's pregnant. Do you want to go meet him with Fu Sihan?"

Wang Aihua’s knees slammed heavily on the carpet, and turbid tears flowed down the wrinkles on her face: "She’s pregnant... My Zhinian is pregnant..." She pointed at the phone and the picture with trembling hands and said, "This photo was taken when she was five years old. The silver locket on her neck was bought by me for her fifth birthday with my frugal savings. That’s right, this is my daughter. Wang Aihua knelt down instantly.

I squatted down and held Wang Aihua's trembling hand. It felt rough like sandpaper. She suddenly grabbed my wrist, her nails almost digging into the flesh. "Madam, thank you for helping me find my daughter. She is my daughter!"

Fu Sihan's Adam's apple rolled violently, and his movement to reach out to help Wang Aihua froze in mid-air. The old man's hand, covered with age spots, tightly grasped the phone. The cold light of the screen made the bloodshot eyes particularly glaring. The silver lock piece shone with a warm light in the photo, complementing the same pendant dangling from her neck. "Get up, Aunt Wang." His voice was deep, and his jawline was straight. "I promise to bring Zhinian back safely."

I squatted down and held Wang Aihua's trembling hand. It felt rough like sandpaper. She suddenly grabbed my wrist, her nails almost digging into the flesh. "Madam, is your friend treating her well? She has always been weak, and what will happen if she gets pregnant..."

When I heard these words, my brows unconsciously frowned, and my tone was filled with undisguised displeasure: "Auntie Wang, please listen to me." I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down. "My friend has always been successful in her career abroad. I just found out that she came back recently. Do you know what she came back for?

I looked at Wang Aihua's bloodshot eyes, my fingertips unconsciously stroking the edge of the teacup, and the water droplets condensed on the surface of the glass wet my fingertips: "He is very rich on Wall Street. He only came back to develop because his friend wanted to come back." I continued: "My friend told me about Zhinian's experience. Her parents divorced when she was five years old. Since then, she has been wandering around with her father, and they have to move every few days. "My voice gradually became heavy, and a thin figure seemed to appear in front of my eyes, dragging a shabby suitcase, wandering between different cities.

"That so-called father beat and scolded her. When she was eighteen, he actually wanted to sell his own daughter to a fifty-year-old man for half a million yuan. If she hadn't desperately escaped, I really wouldn't have known that my friend's wife was your daughter. It seems it was also fate.

I sighed and continued, "When she was 24, she was finally found and sold directly to a casino. If my friend hadn't stumbled upon her by chance and felt sorry for her, he would have spent a million to rescue her..."

"Don't worry." I looked at her bloodshot eyes and said seriously, "My friend was indeed very fickle before, but since he met her, he has changed completely. Now he is completely focused on Zhinian and has spoiled her like a treasure." I paused and added, "And now that she is pregnant, he treats her as the most precious woman in his life.

After hearing this, Wang Aihua choked up and said, "My poor child..." She repeated with sobs, her voice broken as if squeezed out from the deepest part of her chest, and every word was filled with bone-gnawing pain.

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly started coughing violently, her whole body shaking violently. She trembled and said, "So she has suffered so much over the years..." She gasped and squeezed out these words, and suddenly she twitched violently. Pain and regret surged in her cloudy eyes, and suddenly she fainted uncontrollably.