Chapter 981 - 981: Written Off in One Stroke

Outside the door, Xiao Feng, who overheard the conversation, couldn't help but feel a sense of melancholy.

Indeed, being locked in such a small room for two years and having your own brother impersonate you to enjoy everything you should have had, such an experience is undoubtedly pitiable.

But it's not just the result that matters; the cause also has to be considered.

Ding San must taste the fruit of the seeds he himself planted.

The rights and wrongs here aren't so easily discernible.

Inside the small room, Ding San, looking at the forearm almost entirely covered with scars, his eyes, long devoid of expression, were filled with intense shock!

Yu Qiao's arm scars included knife wounds, cigarette burns, and even scalds.

Though they were old injuries, they still looked quite shocking.

"Look at this!" Yu Qiao suddenly raised her voice, pointing to her scar-covered arm and said, "Do you believe I can recount every single one of them, why they're there?

Why should your wealth dictate my life?

Answer me!"

Ding San opened his mouth several times but couldn't speak.

Yu Qiao, breathing heavily, said through gritted teeth, "For these scars, no revenge I take on you would be too much, yet I can't.

Because in crucial situations, you still need to show up.

I want to kill you in my heart, but I still have to feed you. Ultimately, I still need you to make money.

But soon we'll both be free."

After a long silence, Yu Qiao put down her clothes, picked up the takeout box, and started feeding Ding San.

Outside the door, Xiao Feng sighed and opened the door.

"Who!"

Yu Qiao turned her head and saw Xiao Feng outside the door. Her eyes widened immediately, "You already left, didn't you?"

Soon, her expression turned grim, "You heard everything I just said?"

Xiao Feng nodded, "Every word, I heard it all."

"Then... you might as well die!"

Saying this, she immediately went to grab the knife on the table.

But before she could touch the handle, she felt a pain in her neck, her vision went black, and she instantly lost consciousness.

Xiao Feng laid Yu Qiao on the bed and then looked at Ding San.

Ding San seemed a bit unresponsive and asked, "Are you a cop?"

"No, I came to see Ding San to evaluate something," Xiao Feng replied truthfully, then untied Ding San.

"Thank you!" Ding San expressed gratitude, gave a glance at his niece lying beside him, his eyes filled with complexity.

After a while, he said somewhat sadly, "I don't have any children; I treated her as my daughter, but I never expected..."

Xiao Feng smiled and said, "If you need to call the police, I can help."

"No need." Ding San waved his hand, settled Yu Qiao properly on the bed, and rose to leave the small room.

Xiao Feng followed behind, needing to retrieve his belongings from the fake Ding San.

They came to the front yard and went upstairs together.

Just as they went up, they heard the voice of the fake Ding San from the left, through a door left slightly ajar.

"Your husband didn't find out, right?

That's good!

Alright, I'll wait for you tonight and make sure you can't even walk properly!"

Hearing these words, Xiao Feng looked at Ding San's expression... Hmm, there was no expression, yet his eyes showed anger mixed with disappointment.

Walking quickly to the door, Ding San pushed it open and immediately saw his own brother, leaning on the office chair, holding a phone, with a frivolous smile on his face, seemingly video-calling someone.

"Second Brother!" Ding San called out.

Ding Er, with feet propped up on the desk, was so startled hearing this familiar voice that he almost fell off his chair, hurriedly ending the video call, panicking, "Third Brother, you..."

At this moment, Xiao Feng entered the room.

He looked around and saw his golden orb on the table.

He walked over, picked it up, placed it in his pocket, and sat down on the sofa under the window, content to be an observer.

"Let's settle the old and the new scores altogether. I'll give you some money; you can take Lingling back to your hometown or go someplace else. I hope to never see you again in this life, and I'm sure you don't want to see me either."

Ding San's tone was neither happy nor sad, as if his disappointment had reached its peak.

Xiao Feng nodded secretly, realizing that Yu Qiao's name was fake, Lingling was her real name.

However, Ding Lingling... That name does sound quite striking.

"Okay, okay, we'll leave right away, we'll leave right away." Ding Er hastily came out from behind the desk and asked, "Where is Lingling now?"

"At my place," Ding San said gloomily, "I'll send the money once you've left."

"Third Brother..." Ding Er hesitated for a while, but in the end, said nothing, and quickly ran out of the room.

...

After spending a considerable amount of time calming his emotions, Ding San walked up to Xiao Feng and said, "Take out the item you want evaluated."

Xiao Feng nodded, taking the golden orb from his pocket and handing it over.

Ding San held it in his hands, feeling it for a while, and concluded, "The material is natural, but these pinpoint-sized black spots on the surface seem to be man-made.

And if they're man-made, then the craftsmanship in carving is exceptional, as the surface feels utterly smooth."

Xiao Feng's eyes lit up, thinking this is how an expert should be.

But thinking of that "Immortal Stone" kept in the collection room...

Unable to contain his curiosity, Xiao Feng expressed his doubts aloud.

However, Ding San looked puzzled, indicating he'd never collected any minerals.

Clearly, the so-called collection room was something Ding Er and his daughter had set up to show off.

"Come with me," Ding San gestured for Xiao Feng to follow.

The two went to the first floor, opened a door, and went down to the basement.

Ding San skillfully turned on the lights inside.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Five large lights on the ceiling turned on sequentially, illuminating the dark basement as if it were daylight.

And in the basement, there were various pieces of equipment, but they were covered in dust, clearly indicating a long time since their last use.

"The truly valuable things are actually these instruments, which constitute almost two-thirds of my assets." Ding San's eyes slowly scanned the equipment, letting out another sigh.

However, his expressionless face seemed somewhat out of place.

"Are you in a hurry for the results?" Ding San asked.

Xiao Feng replied, "If possible, the sooner the better, but I require no damage be done to the orb."

Ding San thought for a moment and said, "I'll do my best."

"Not just 'do your best,' you must ensure it!" Xiao Feng said with utmost seriousness, "Even if there's a one percent chance of damage, I'd rather not test its material."

"Alright, I guarantee no damage," Ding San said as he turned on the equipment, the glint returning to his eyes.