Chapter 1152: A Well-Intentioned Deception 1

Jian Yixin: "Don't curse me. I studied medicine; I know better than you what kind of ailment this is."

She was merely suffering from gastrointestinal discomfort; it wasn't that serious.

But it was a rather serious matter that it affected her going to the Sheng Family to see her son.

She was burning with anxiety and kept complaining.

Sheng Zerong: "This is my fault, it's all my fault. I only thought about making food you like so you could eat something tasty, but I didn't expect this would happen and delay your time to see your son."

Her husband had a very good attitude, taking responsibility for things that weren't even his fault.

Jian Yixin was not an unreasonable person; her complaining was merely a way to vent her anxiety.

With her husband saying this, she shut her mouth.

After tossing and turning for a long while, she gradually felt better.

Having wasted so much time, Jian Yixin was incredibly anxious and demanded to leave immediately once her stomach felt a bit better.

Sheng Zerong: "It's lunchtime. I had Li Jie cook some clear porridge and served it with some pickles; let's eat something light for lunch."

"Eat, eat, eat! If it weren't for eating, I would have already brought my son back by now. I'm not eating, let's go quickly."

Her husband's orders were like an imperial decree; if she said to leave, they left.

The two got into the car and started it—it wouldn't fire up!

"Wife, don't be anxious. Let me go see what's going on."

Sheng Zerong got out of the car, opened the hood, and pretended to tinker for a few minutes, but there was no progress.

Jian Yixin began to lose patience: "Are you capable or not? We should just find a mechanic."

"I'm really not capable. You're right; let's find a mechanic to come over and see what's going on." They had a driver at home, and usually, these small matters were handled by the driver, but it was the Spring Festival, and the drivers had all gone home for the holidays.

He took out his phone to find a number... his wife snatched the phone away and pulled him out of the car: "What are you looking for? Drive mine."

It wasn't as if there was only one car at home, honestly.

However, a strange thing happened.

All the cars at home had the same problem; none of them would start, and no issues could be found.

Even the car the servants used to go grocery shopping was the same.

Their home was in the suburbs, a famous wealthy neighborhood.

The benefit was that the environment was beautiful and the neighbors lived quite far apart, so they weren't usually disturbed.

The downside was that in a situation like this, it was difficult to find someone to help!

Jian Yixin's gaze was sharp, and her tone was unkind: "Why won't any of the cars at home start? Speak, was it you who played a trick?"

Sheng Zerong hurriedly explained: "It's not, Wife, I can guarantee to you that I really didn't do anything to the cars. If it were me, may I never attain happiness for the rest of my life..."

His mouth was covered by his wife, not letting him continue.

Although Jian Yixin was not superstitious, she believed that oaths made during the New Year were very effective.

If it wasn't her husband, who could it be?

She wasn't a child; she wouldn't believe it was a coincidence that all the cars at home wouldn't start at the same time!

"Did anyone come to the house last night or this morning?"

"A Ning came by."

So Jian Yixin dialed her younger brother's phone number; it was answered quickly, and Jian Yining admitted it quite frankly.

"That's right, I'm the one who disabled all the cars at your place. So what?"

Not only that, he also arrogantly stated that he went to their house specifically to cause trouble and prevent his sister from going to the Sheng Family to see the child.

He also said that Moli was living very comfortably at the Sheng Family and that she should learn to let go...

Jian Yining hadn't finished speaking before Jian Yixin hung up the phone.

She didn't want to listen to her brother's chatter; what was the point of preaching?

She understood all the big principles; it was just that she couldn't bring herself to do them.

She returned her husband's phone to him: "Find a mechanic to come over, as fast as possible." Although she was arrogant, she still had that much self-awareness; neither of them could handle the job of repairing a car.

Every trade has its master; professional matters should be handled by professionals.

Sheng Zerong took the phone and started searching, flipping through it from beginning to end, then again, and then again.

Only then did he discover that there were hundreds of contacts saved in the phone, but not a single mechanic!

"Why haven't you found one yet? Too slow," his wife complained.

Sheng Zerong: "I don't have a mechanic's number. Why don't we just not go?"

"No."

Jian Yixin said: "You want to stop me from seeing my son because of such a small difficulty? What a joke."

She didn't rely on her husband anymore, because she could see that he wasn't very reliable either.

It was better to rely on herself; she was the most dependable.

She asked the servant for the driver's number and told the driver to help her find a mechanic in the shortest time possible.

The driver said it was very difficult to find a mechanic who could come on call during the New Year, and checking the problem and repairing it would take a lot of time, so it would be better to find someone to bring a car over.

A word awakened the dreamer; this was indeed a time-saving and effortless method.

The car arrived quickly, and the journey went smoothly, but after arriving at the Sheng Family, Jian Yixin still didn't see her son!

Not only was her son not there, but the masters of the Sheng Family were also not there.

The housekeeper Zhang Ma still had that perennial poker face and a business-like tone: "The Master and Mistress have taken the whole family out on a trip." This was the only valuable piece of information.

And then she claimed to know nothing about anything else.

She didn't know where they went.

She didn't know how long they would be gone.

As for when she will return, I still do not know.

Jian Yixin was furious: "Are you a corpse? Why don't you ask anything? I don't believe that Shi Youxuan would go out without telling you anything."

Zhang Ma kept the same expression, her face without a ripple, and replied: "I am sorry to disappoint you, but I truly do not know. If you put yourself in her shoes, would you find it necessary to tell the servants everything about where you are going?"

Jian Yixin:...

She was speechless; indeed, there was no need.

She called Shi Youxuan, but it showed as powered off; Sheng Hanyu's phone was the same, and she could not reach them at all.

Unable to see her son, she did not go back either, instead repeatedly asking Zhang Ma, asking Fang Jie, and asking everyone left in the Sheng Family the same question—was Moli crying hard?

It was as if everyone had agreed beforehand; the answers were all about the same.

Everyone told her that Moli was living very well in the Sheng Family, and except for crying for two hours on the first day, he had almost not cried at all from the second day onwards.

And "from the second day onwards"?

Isn't today just the second day?

Jian Yixin soon discovered—it was not!

When the couple walked out of the Sheng Family and got into the car to go home, the car radio was playing the news, and the date was the fourth day of the Lunar New Year.

"Wait a minute, what is going on? Why is it the fourth day of the Lunar New Year?"

Sheng Zerong turned his head toward the window, pretending not to hear.

Although the plan was very meticulous, a bug still appeared.

He had put sleeping pills in the glass of water she drank before bed, which made his wife sleep for three full days and three nights; this was also the reason why Jian Yixin was so hungry when she woke up.

And she did not know that waking up meant it was already dawn, still thinking it was the second day.

Everything in the house that could prove the date had been put away.

But things outside could not be hidden, and she still discovered it.

Jian Yixin flew into a rage.

She forcefully grabbed her husband, cupped his face in both hands, and made him look at her: "Sheng Zerong, you tell me what is going on?"

"Huh? Hehe, what do you mean what is going on? Oh, you mean the matter of their whole family going on a trip..."