PFC Chapter 205 You Are Not Her Biological Grandson
Chapter 205 You Are Not Her Biological Grandson
Qin Rufeng lowered her voice and said, "Okay, I'll take you there right away." After that, she turned around with a serious expression and walked quickly towards the door. The corners of her skirt fluttered slightly in the dim light, as if carrying a mysterious aura.
Shen Yiran's heart was tense and she hurriedly followed.
The two walked through the dim and narrow passage, their footsteps deliberately suppressed to be very light, as if they were afraid of disturbing some sleeping secret.
The walls on both sides of the passage exuded a damp smell, faintly revealing a depressing atmosphere. Shen Yiran's eyes were fixed on Qin Rufeng's back, and she felt a little uneasy, as if an unknown fate was waiting for her ahead.
Soon, they came to the door of a wing room. Shen Yiran looked up and saw that although the door looked ordinary, it exuded a mysterious atmosphere. The ancient wood grain was faintly visible in the dim light, as if telling the story of the years.
"He's inside. Go in. If anything happens, call me anytime." Qin Rufeng turned slightly sideways and said solemnly. There was a hint of worry in his eyes, as if reminding Shen Yiran that he was about to face a major challenge.
Shen Yiran nodded, said thank you, and walked towards the door.
She took a deep breath and adjusted her thoughts. She was a little nervous at the moment, wondering what kind of person the eldest son of the Prime Minister's Mansion was.
At the same time, Shen Yiran was a little excited about the truth that was about to be revealed. Then, she stretched out her hand and pushed open the door. As the door creaked open, a stale smell came to her face.
Shen Yiran stepped into the house cautiously, feeling a little nervous and curious. The house was very quiet, and the only sound she could hear was her own gentle breathing.
The room is decorated simply yet solemnly. A quaint desk is placed near the window, on which are neatly laid pens, inkstones, papers and some volumes.
The sunlight shines through the window onto the desk, creating a faint halo, as if telling a story from the past.
And next to the desk, there was a young man sitting. When he saw Shen Yiran come in, he stood up and looked at Shen Yiran. Shen Yiran also looked at him.
The man was wearing dark grey clothes, which looked a bit messy. His hair was a bit messy, with a few strands of hair hanging messily in front of his forehead. In the dim light, his face was clearly defined, and his eyes revealed a hint of confusion and fatigue.
Shen Yiran actually thought he looked quite handsome at this moment. She lamented that Prime Minister Ren had strong genes, and that Wang Lei also chose good genes.
Wang Lei's face showed a bit of fatigue and embarrassment, and there were even a few wrinkles and dust on his clothes. One could imagine at a glance that he had just gone through a difficult struggle.
But despite this, when he saw Shen Yiran, he was not too panicked, but more confused.
Wang Lei looked at Shen Yiran's expression as she looked at him, and he was even more puzzled. He couldn't help but ask, "Sir, why did you bring me here? I still need to look for the spirits of my grandparents."
After these words were spoken, Shen Yiran had a higher appreciation for Wang Lei. From the information Qin Rufeng had inquired about, she learned that Zhang Damei and Wang Dashu were not nice to Wang Lei.
"They treated you like this, and you're in danger now but still want to keep vigil for them. You're such a filial son." Shen Yiran looked at the man in front of him and said with admiration and helplessness.
"After all, they are my grandparents. Besides, if I suddenly lose contact with them, my parents will be very worried." Wang Lei was a little anxious, with a hint of worry in his voice.
"Wang Lei, right?" Shen Yiran asked knowingly.
"I am Wang Lei. Sir, why did you ask someone to bring me here?"
Shen Yiran suddenly said seriously, "Since last night, Wang Lei has been dead. If nothing unexpected happens, Wang Lei will be buried with his grandparents today."
Shen Yiran went on, "Aren't you surprised that the clothes you are wearing are not your original ones?" She stared at Wang Lei closely, with a hint of solemnity in her eyes.
Wang Lei's face was full of confusion. He looked down at the dark grey clothes on his body, which were indeed not what he originally wore.
He raised his head in shock, his voice trembling slightly, "This... What on earth is going on? Why did you say that I was dead since last night? But I am clearly still standing here."
Shen Yiran sighed slightly, "Wang Lei, aren't you wondering why your grandparents didn't like you since you were a child? Also, if I hadn't asked someone to take you away last night, you would really be buried with them now."
Wang Lei became more and more confused, "Why is this happening?" He knew in his heart that the person in front of him had no hostility towards him, otherwise he would not have treated him so politely.
Shen Yiran originally planned to take him back to the Prime Minister's Mansion and then tell him about the matter. However, given the current situation, he must not show up until the matter is settled.
Otherwise, he would definitely fall into Yu Gongchen's clutches.
"Because you are not Zhang Damei's biological grandson, you are the eldest son of the Prime Minister's Mansion..." Then, Shen Yiran told the whole story of the child exchange in Yinling Temple.
Wang Lei stood there motionless, as if he had been cast under a spell. His face was filled with shock. "This... How is this possible?" He uttered a few words with difficulty, his lips trembling.
His eyes were wide open, full of confusion and sadness. He looked like a child lost in the wilderness, lonely and helpless.
His hands unconsciously clenched into fists, trembling slightly. "My life story... is so complicated?" He muttered to himself, his voice full of disbelief.
He looked at Shen Yiran, "Who are you? How do you know all this? Does Prime Minister Ren know that I am his son?" At this time, Wang Lei had too many questions to ask.
Seeing how excited he was, Shen Yiran quickly helped him sit down at the table and poured him a cup of tea. She said softly, "I know it's hard for you to accept it for now. Drink a cup of tea first to calm down."
Shen Yiran also poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip, letting the slightly bitter tea aroma spread in his mouth, trying to calm his somewhat complicated mood.
He looked at Wang Lei, who was still in shock and pain, frowned slightly, and a trace of pity flashed in his eyes.
Shen Yiran met Wang Lei's eyes full of desire for the truth, and slowly said: "I am the eldest daughter of the Minister of Revenue. I lost my mother when I was young and was abandoned in the countryside by my father.
Not long ago, I was forced to marry Ren Jingzhi, who was on the verge of death. Fortunately, God blessed me and I survived, and Ren Jingzhi's illness was cured by me.
I had not planned to tell you this so soon, nor did I plan to take you away. However, for some reason, the Queen seemed to know about this. You also know what happened later. For your safety, I must bring you here. "
Wang Lei's eyes gradually regained clarity, and he asked, "So where should I go next?"