82: Chapter 82 Visiting President Ji

The dean opened the door to the archives room and led Song Yuan and Gu Shiyu inside.

He pointed to a row of archive bags on the bookshelf, “They’re all here, but it’s been too long, and the dates marked on them are a bit blurry and hard to read.

You’ll have to go through them yourselves.”

Gu Shiyu thanked him, “Thank you, Dean Zhang.”

Song Yuan scanned the worn-out file bags; the date labels on them were completely illegible.

He would have to start from the beginning.

He and Gu Shiyu each took responsibility for one row of the bookshelf, starting from the beginning.

Fortunately, the files contained the maternity records of the mothers and the ultrasound scans, which had dates on them.

It was two hours later when all the file bags had been gone through.

Gu Shiyu put away the last bag and sighed, “Song Yuan, how did you do on your side?”

Song Yuan scratched the top of his head, “I found the archives from 1997, but October is missing.”

Gu Shiyu’s expression froze; she knew Song Yuan’s birthday was in October.

She comforted him, “Don’t worry yet, let’s go ask the dean.”

The two of them restored the archives room, locked the door, and returned to the dean’s office.

“Dean, why are the archives for October 1997 missing?”

The dean paused, as if recalling, “Many years ago, there was a fire in the archives room, and a portion was destroyed.

There’s no way to recover them.”

Song Yuan’s hopes were dashed.

All the way out of the hospital, Song Yuan thought a lot.

The more peculiar the matter, the more uneasy he felt.

Why did the fire only burn the October archives?

Could there be some untold secret, or was it done intentionally by someone to cover something up?

Song Yuan felt that he still needed to find his aunt’s friend; she must know something.

Sitting in the car, Song Yuan dialed his aunt Song Qingqing’s number again.

The call connected, and before Song Yuan could speak, he was met with a barrage of condemnation, “Song Yuan, I watched you grow up, held you, and even took care of you when your parents were busy with work.

I never thought you’d be such an ungrateful wretch.

Did I raise you all these years just to raise someone else’s child?”

Song Yuan’s mood at the moment didn’t allow for pleasantries, “Aunt, why are you telling me all this, so afraid that I’ll find my birth mother?

Are you worried for my parents, or is there an inside story to what happened back then?”

Song Qingqing was silent for a few seconds before roaring into the phone, “Song Yuan, what nonsense are you talking about?

I brought you back; your birth mother is no longer in this world.

As for your birth father, your birth mother might not even know who he is.

What’s the point of digging up old history again?

Why can’t you live in the present?”

“If you don’t give me your nurse friend’s contact information, I’ll find it myself!”

“Suit yourself!”

Song Qingqing hung up the phone directly.

Song Yuan let out a sigh of relief, leaning his head back against the seat to compose himself.

Gu Shiyu had heard everything he said to his aunt and could deeply empathize with his feelings at that moment.

“You sit in the passenger seat; I’ll drive.”

Song Yuan was very agitated at the moment; he didn’t refuse and switched seats with Gu Shiyu.

Gu Shiyu drove directly to Qinyuan Private Kitchen, the place where she had taken him to eat before.

The environment here was elegant and serene; whenever she felt irritable, she would come and sit for half a day, drink coffee, and feed the fish.

Sometimes, things she couldn’t figure out would find their answers at a certain moment.

It had been a while since her last visit, and the proprietress still remembered that Gu Shiyu had said Song Yuan didn’t eat cilantro.

Today’s dishes were all Song Yuan’s favorites, prepared without cilantro.

Song Yuan didn’t eat much.

After the meal, Gu Shiyu went to the proprietress to exchange for some coins and got a bag of fish food, then took him to the courtyard to feed the fish.

There was a wishing pond in the courtyard, and Gu Shiyu often came to throw a few coins to relieve her mood.

She put the coins into Song Yuan’s palm, keeping one for herself, “Make a wish; it’s very effective.”

Song Yuan gave a bitter smile, “You believe in this?”

“No.”

Song Yuan was truly amused by her this time, “You don’t believe it, yet you still come to make a wish?”

“It’s for entertainment!”

With a splash, Gu Shiyu threw her coin into the water, clasped her hands together, and began to make a wish.

After she finished, Song Yuan asked, “What did you wish for?”

“I won’t say yet; I’ll come back to fulfill it after it comes true.”

Song Yuan also followed suit, throwing the coins in his palm into the pond, silently making a wish in his heart.

He hoped his birth mother was alive and that his adoptive mother would soon find a matching kidney source.

After leaving the restaurant, Song Yuan’s mood had considerably lightened.

Upon arriving home, Song Yuan locked himself in the study.

He directly hacked into Song Qingqing’s phone and copied her contact list.

What he had said to his aunt on the phone was not a warning or a threat, but a notification.

If he had doubts in his heart, he would definitely resolve them.

With that contact list, he could go through it one by one to find the nurse who had held him when he was born.

It was already very late when he finished these tasks.

Song Yuan returned to the bedroom, gently lifted a corner of the quilt, and slipped in.

Gu Shiyu, following the warmth, rolled into his arms.

She was half-asleep, and Song Yuan whispered softly above her head, “Shiyu, that aromatherapy is a fun product!”

Gu Shiyu didn’t know if she heard him; she just found a comfortable position in his arms and continued to sleep.

Time flew by, and it was the weekend.

Song Yuan didn’t forget his appointment with Ji City.

It wouldn’t be good to visit someone empty-handed.

Song Yuan had learned that Ji City liked to drink tea, and coincidentally, Lu Chi had given him two boxes, which Song Yuan hadn’t opened until now, so they came in handy.

Lu Chi’s hometown had two acres of tea fields, with limited annual production, exclusively for his own relatives and friends, not for sale to the public.

The tea production process was personally handled by Lu Chi’s father, and the tea aroma was no worse than those top-priced ones sold on the market.

Song Yuan turned on the navigation and drove to the address Ji City had given him.

This was Song Yuan’s first time in such a wealthy villa area.

Almost all the vehicles he encountered along the way were luxury cars worth millions, making his own car seem a bit out of place.

When his car reached the entrance of the courtyard at the address Ji City had given him, a servant was already waiting there.

“You must be Mr. Song.

Welcome.

President Ji and his wife are waiting for you.

Please drive in!”

The imposing gate, about several meters high, opened, and the servants on both sides made welcoming gestures.

Song Yuan drove in, following the road signs along the main road, and what met his eyes were houses with carved beams and painted pillars.

The villa courtyard was very large, even larger than Gu Shiyu’s friend’s courtyard.

Song Yuan parked the car and looked around.

The courtyard had rockeries, an artificial lake, and even a small golf course.

What was the difference between this and living in a park?

Poverty limited his imagination…!

Ji City came out of the villa wearing casual clothes, looking much more down-to-earth than the suited and booted figure seen in financial news.

“Song Yuan, is it hot?

Come in quickly and have a piece of iced watermelon to cool off!”

Song Yuan noticed that Ji City’s address for him had changed from Mr. Song at the Internet Conference to Song Yuan, which felt a bit more intimate.

Song Yuan had actually felt quite a bit of pressure before coming.

He didn’t have friends in this age group, nor had he ever interacted with top tycoons in the business world.

He even worried that he might say something wrong, leading to the loss of the investment he was about to secure.