Chapter 62

Lin Zixian reached out to touch Tong Yunan's face, which was covered with scratch marks. She stared at him in a daze, tears streaming down her face, but she did not try to avoid his touch. Lin Zixian's gaze steadied, and he spoke into the microphone: "Help me get local household registration for two people and find a good kindergarten, preferably one with a school bus for pick-up and drop-off."

The first sentence left Zhang Zhenxing puzzled, but when he heard "kindergarten," he immediately understood. He had already grasped the general situation of what had happened, and he had reviewed the files of Tong Yunan and her daughter countless times. He felt relieved, knowing that while this might be troublesome for ordinary people, it was nothing for him. He responded, "No problem, I'll let you know when it's done."

Lin Zixian, who rarely said such things, replied, "Thanks!" before hanging up the phone.

Then, holding Tong Yunan's face in both hands, he said solemnly, "Your kindness, your gentleness, and your beauty are not inferior to anyone's. You have done nothing to wrong anyone, and you owe no one anything. You don't need to feel inferior in front of anyone. So from today on, you must hold your head high and face everyone with courage and without fear. Even for Feifei, will you promise me?"

"Wah..." Tong Yunan finally burst into tears, burying her head in his chest and nodding vigorously, sobbing uncontrollably.

After so many years, she finally felt the warmth of genuine care again. The humiliation she had endured almost drove her to the brink of collapse, but now she saw hope in life. The contrast was too great, and her emotions overwhelmed her...

The efficiency of the National Security Office was remarkable. In less than half a day, someone delivered an envelope.

Lin Zixian then received a call from Zhang Zhenxing: "The envelope contains the local legal household registration for her and her daughter, as well as an introduction letter for a nearby municipal kindergarten. All fees are waived, and the kindergarten principal has been informed. They can enroll at any time with the introduction letter, and there will be a school bus for pick-up and drop-off."

After opening the envelope, Tong Yunan held the new household registration book, biting her lip. Seeing the name "Tong Feifei" on the enrollment letter and the red municipal government seal, her shoulders trembled, and she barely managed to hold back her tears.

With her daughter now having a legal identity, her greatest worry was finally resolved. She looked at Lin Zixian, not knowing how to express her gratitude. For her, a simple "thank you" was far from enough.

Zhang Beibei, with her face covered in black ointment, took the household registration book and the introduction letter and was stunned, looking at Lin Zixian as if he were a monster. She couldn't imagine what kind of person this Lin Brother was. He had killed so many people, and with just one phone call, everything was resolved. Now, he had completely solved Yunan's worries, and the speed was unbelievable. He was truly all-powerful.

Zhang Beibei couldn't help but touch her face, feeling a bit more confident that the ointment Lin Zixian provided could remove the scars on her face.

Qiao Yun usually took one day off each week to rest, practice yoga, or do taekwondo, but it was rare for her to take two consecutive days off. Perhaps it was because she didn't go to the taekwondo studio yesterday.

Qiao Antian, who usually took two days off each week, this time only took one, reversing his and his daughter's schedules.

Sitting in his office, Qiao Antian wasn't handling any official business but was reading newspapers. The table was filled with various news papers from Donghai City, and the TV on the wall was tuned to the news. However, there was not a single report about the murder case, which puzzled him.

Soon, there was a knock on the door, and the Public Relations Minister of Minghua Group, a woman wearing black-rimmed glasses, walked in. Qiao Antian put down his newspaper and pointed to the chair opposite him. "Sit down! How is the investigation going?"

After the incident yesterday, he immediately had his trusted subordinates investigate the details. His main purpose for coming to work today was to handle this matter. After all, such a significant event involving him couldn't be left unaddressed.

The PR Minister sat down and frowned. "Chairman, the matter you entrusted me with is quite strange."

Qiao Antian leaned forward slightly and asked, "How so?"

"After receiving your instructions, I immediately commissioned a private detective agency to investigate. Initially, the agency reported that a murder had occurred at a kindergarten in the old city area, but all the witnesses had mysteriously moved away. I asked them to investigate further, but today, we lost contact with the agency. When I went to the agency, I found it had been sealed. After checking with various departments, I learned that the agency had been shut down for allegedly violating personal privacy rights, and several responsible individuals were arrested," the PR Minister explained.

Qiao Antian took a deep breath and asked, "Could the agency's shutdown be related to the investigation we asked them to do?"

The PR Minister nodded. "Chairman, I think so too. Otherwise, it would be too coincidental. They were shut down right when we needed them. I asked the law enforcement department, and an insider revealed that they didn't know what was happening. They just received orders to arrest people at various locations, and they caught everyone without missing a single one. I requested to meet the arrested individuals, but none of my old contacts could help, and even the department heads were evasive. That's why I find it strange."

Qiao Antian fell silent, then waved his hand. "It seems best not to get involved. Forget it. Thank you for your hard work."

The PR Minister stood up, nodded, and left. Qiao Antian leaned back in his chair, unable to believe what had happened. All the witnesses had mysteriously moved away, the detective agency was shut down, and all departments and media were silent, as if the murder had never occurred.

Having dealt with the government for many years, Qiao Antian knew that politicians often obstructed each other for their own interests. Such a significant event usually couldn't be kept secret, and while some might try to cover it up, others would try to expose it to use it as leverage. However, the complete silence from top to bottom in this case was highly unusual.

The more Qiao Antian thought about it, the more he felt something was off. Recalling Lin Zixian's words that he would handle it, he was secretly alarmed. Could it really be him?

Thinking of the phone number his father had given him on his deathbed, to be used in case of life-threatening danger, he stood up in shock, muttering, "Yes, it must be him... What is Lin Zixian's background? Who is Lin Bao? To have such terrifying power in the country..."

Zhang Beibei, with her face scratched, was too embarrassed to go out and had to take a leave from school. She stayed at home with Tong Yunan. When others in the Sakura Snow Apartment asked, they said they had encountered some hooligans who scratched them, and everyone was furious.

Tong Feifei, who had been frightened, was not in good spirits after waking up, so they didn't rush to enroll her in the kindergarten.

Seeing that there was nothing else to do at home, Lin Zixian changed into his security uniform and drove straight to the hillside villa.

Arriving at the Qiao residence, Lin Zixian walked directly into the hall and saw Xiao Hua sitting on the sofa. He greeted her with a smile, "Hello, Aunt Xiao!"

Xiao Hua stood up in shock and said, "Xiao Lin, why did you do such a foolish thing?"

Lin Zixian was taken aback and pretended not to know. "What did I do?"

Xiao Hua was speechless for a moment, then said angrily, "You killed someone, and you still say you did nothing. What else do you want to do?"

"Oh, you mean yesterday!" Lin Zixian sat down on the sofa, waving his hand nonchalantly. "At first, I was scared, thinking it was a car accident I caused, but the police have already investigated. It has nothing to do with me. The real culprit has been caught."

"Car accident?" Xiao Hua was confused, not understanding what he meant.

"Of course, otherwise, how could I be sitting here?" Lin Zixian laughed.

"That's good, that's good." Xiao Hua patted her chest repeatedly, smiling. "I knew you wouldn't do such a thing. It was a misunderstanding. I was so scared... Sit for a while, Qiao Yun is changing clothes." She then pushed a fruit plate in front of him and invited him to eat.

Lin Zixian took a piece of Hami melon with a toothpick and was about to put it in his mouth when he paused, noticing a new harmonica behind the fruit plate. He slowly put the melon in his mouth, chewing and smiling. "So Auntie knows how to play the harmonica?"

"I don't know how to play. This is Qiao Yun's. She's been learning recently."

As she spoke, Qiao Yun came down the stairs in a taekwondo uniform, her hair in a ponytail, looking fresh and beautiful, like a cloud descending.

She seemed to have heard her mother's words and silently took the harmonica from the coffee table, glancing at Lin Zixian before turning away. She noticed that Lin Zixian's eyes were somewhat dazed and lost when he saw her with the harmonica, as if he was thinking about something.

Seeing Qiao Yun go back upstairs, Lin Zixian stared at her familiar back, lost in thought. "It's a coincidence..."

"Hmm?" Xiao Hua didn't hear clearly and asked, "Xiao Lin, what did you say?"

"Oh, nothing." Lin Zixian snapped back to reality, stood up, and forced a smile. "I'll go start the car."

The bulletproof car drove out of the Qiao residence. Qiao Yun did not let any other bodyguards follow, only taking Lin Zixian with her.

Lin Zixian occasionally glanced at Qiao Yun in the rearview mirror and finally couldn't help but ask, "Does Ms. Qiao like the harmonica?"

Qiao Yun glanced at him in the rearview mirror, saying nothing, seemingly refusing to answer. Lin Zixian was frustrated.

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