Chapter 100: Nainai has left, yet she is still using her final strength to protect Cheng Wan

Amidst the crowd's hostile and contemptuous gazes, Cheng Wan straightened her back.

She looked at Qin Yun Shu, "I lived with Nainai for so many years; do you think she couldn't tell the difference between me and Xingwan?"

She then looked at Qin Jianguo and his wife, "Unable to even recognize your own daughter, are you even fit to be Xingwan's parents?"

She swept her gaze across the family of three, "The ones who should get out are you."

Nainai had passed away, and all her forbearance erupted.

The real Cheng Wan never admitted defeat.

"That's right, Cheng Wan, Nainai treated you like her own granddaughter while she was alive. After all, she loved my sister so much, yet my sister left us first," Qin Yun Shu said, choking back sobs.

The implication of her words was that Qin Nainai had only doted on Cheng Wan because she treated her as a substitute, using her to reminisce about Qin Xingwan.

Cheng Wan narrowed her eyes heavily, a mocking smile on her lips.

"Xingwan is dead, and Nainai would rather reminisce through me, an outsider, than tell you anything about Xingwan."

"And you, for all these years, have known nothing about Nainai and Xingwan's situation; are you even fit to be a son and parents?"

Every word she spoke rang out clearly in Qin Nainai's mourning hall.

To demand fairness for Xingwan.

To seek justice for Nainai.

Those who had been attacking her with their words gradually fell silent.

In Cheng Wan, they saw profound grief and hatred.

Thinking about it carefully, it was indeed so.

Parents worry about their children and pay attention to them at all times, let alone when they are not by their side.

Qin Xingwan had been dead for three years, yet the Qin Family knew nothing, and the old lady had actually been willing to keep it hidden.

Furthermore, what everyone heard most often was that the Qin Family had one son and one daughter, but they had never heard of another daughter.

The atmosphere remained at a stalemate.

Chu Li put his arm around Cheng Wan's shoulders and looked at Qin Jianguo, "Wanwan just wants to keep Grandmother company a little longer."

Qin Jianguo knew that if this continued, the Qin Family would be the ones to look bad, so he immediately prepared to take the out offered to him.

Lady Qin, however, spoke first, "She is the murderer who killed my daughter! Nainai had a kind heart and shielded her, but I cannot stand by and watch a murderer appear before me."

She wept most miserably.

"Even if we were too busy to pay attention to Xingwan, does that change the fact that this murderer is an impostor?"

"We neglected Xingwan, but does that mean her impersonation was justified?"

The shrill cries once again pinned the label of murderer onto Cheng Wan.

Impersonating a dead person's identity is a very immoral thing.

Some people sighed along with her.

"That's right, no matter what, she is still a murderer."

"Pah, get out of here."

Cheng Wan's face was pale.

She was currently only out on bail, and the police had not yet released the final investigation results.

Therefore, she had no evidence to even refute them.

Chu Li frowned, his cold, sharp gaze sweeping over those people.

The sounds of discussion and abuse quieted down again.

Lady Qin practically fainted from crying into Qin Yun Shu's arms.

Qin Yun Shu also appeared extremely grief-stricken, "Mom, please pull yourself together. Sister's spirit in heaven surely wouldn't want to see you so sad."

"It's just a pity for my Xingwan, so kind, yet she ended up bringing a white-eyed wolf home, which cost her her life, and now has caused Nainai's death as well."

The drama of deep mother-daughter and sisterly love was performed clearly by them.

Chu Li gripped Cheng Wan's hand tightly, feeling the trembling in her fingertips.

"Wanwan." Chu Li wanted to take Cheng Wan away; after all, the situation was truly unfavorable for her now.

Moreover, she was still pregnant.

"I'll take you back, and we can come see Nainai again tomorrow."

Cheng Wan shook off his hand, her gaze cold and clear, "Why should I leave?"

She was not a murderer, so why should she leave?

"Cheng Wan." Chu Li's tone deepened, his aura somewhat gloomy, "The child is important."

The child?

He only cared about the child in his heart.

Or perhaps he felt he could keep her firmly under his control using the child.

Chu Li suppressed his temper and urged her, "Nainai's peace is more important than anything, and Ping'an needs you too."

The mention of Ping'an was enough to make Cheng Wan compromise.

All the anger in her heart vanished because of these two words.

Nainai was gone.

But she still had Ping'an.

Ping'an still needed Chu Li's bone marrow to save his life.

She lowered her head, numbly allowing Chu Li to put his arm around her shoulders, intending to leave.

Just as they started to move, a man wearing glasses pushed through the crowd and walked over, followed by two staff members in uniform.

Qin Jianguo asked in confusion, "Who are you?"

The man kowtowed to Qin Nainai and spoke in a businesslike manner: "Entrusted by the old Madam Qin, I am here to release a video today."

He took out a tablet and placed it next to Qin Nainai's photograph.

In the video, Qin Nainai was sitting on the edge of the bed; although a smile graced her kind face, it was still evident that she was in poor spirits.

Cheng Wan felt a sour ache in her heart and was sobbing uncontrollably.

Qin Nainai's video lasted five minutes in total, and the first three minutes were spent discussing only one matter.

That was the indifference of Qin Jianguo and his wife toward their second daughter, Qin Xingwan, which led to Qin Xingwan suffering all kinds of harm from childhood to adulthood, being mocked, being bullied, and even nearly being abused once.

Regarding all of these things, every time Qin Nainai called Qin Jianguo, the only response she received was that President Qin was busy.

When she called Lady Qin, the answer she received was also always that she had no time.

For over twenty years, the couple had never once gone back to see their daughter.

They were very busy, so busy that they were unwilling to spare even a tiny bit of love for Qin Xingwan.

In the final two minutes, Qin Nainai spoke the truth about Cheng Wan's identity theft.

Cheng Wan did not actively steal the identity; rather, before Qin Xingwan died, she had voluntarily gifted her own identity to Cheng Wan, hoping that Cheng Wan could provide for Qin Nainai in her old age and see her through to her final rest.

Moreover, although the Qin Family had been indifferent to her, they did provide living expenses every month, and Qin Xingwan hoped that Cheng Wan could use these resources to live a good life.

At the end of the video, Qin Nainai was sobbing uncontrollably.

She reflected on her failure in raising her son.

She hoped that the world could be more tolerant toward Cheng Wan.

Because Cheng Wan was also a very pitiful girl.

Except for the members of the Qin Family, almost everyone was moved by Qin Nainai's words.

Only Qin Jianguo, with a face full of disbelief, shouted: "This is fake, it's a synthesized video."

"My mother couldn't have asked you to record such a video. You are actors hired by Cheng Wan."

The man adjusted his glasses and responded to Qin Jianguo's questioning with great composure.

"The two people beside me are staff from the Notary Office; they can verify the authenticity of this video."

He had prepared everything thoroughly and properly, all to fulfill the old lady's final wish.

To protect the granddaughter she was most worried about one last time.

The staff from the Notary Office presented their credentials, proving the authenticity of the video.

This meant that Qin Nainai was in a completely clear state of mind when she recorded the video.

Everything she said was the truth.

It was unknown when Lady Qin's sobbing had ceased.

She was filled with resentment.

The old woman was already dead, yet she had actually left behind such a thing to exonerate an impostor.

She was trying to ruin the Qin Family.

Cheng Wan was already sobbing uncontrollably; Grandma was gone, yet she was still using such a method to protect her.

Grandma had pulled her out of the mire.

She had given her a bright and legitimate future.