The Mind-Read Heiress: From Impostor to Family Favorite-Chapter 54 - 53 If you cant handle it let me do it

Chapter 54: Chapter 53 If you can’t handle it, let me do it

Chapter 54 -53 If you can’t handle it, let me do it

Wenyan took out her phone and started playing a recording.

It was a hummed tune, the entire piece consisting of only the sound ‘hmm’ throughout.

The familiar humming sound resonated, and Shen Jinghe recognized it almost immediately.

He looked up at Wenyan, “This is”

“Hush!” Wenyan cut Shen Jinghe off before he could finish.

“Let’s allow Director Zhou to listen carefully.”

The recording wasn’t very long, lasting just over fifty seconds.

But the clean voice and the warm yet sorrowful tune immediately captivated Zhou Junye.

“It’s beautiful, very moving. What is this tune, and who hummed it? If we can secure the rights, I think it would be perfect as an insert song for ‘Lost Voice.'”

“You’re moved too, right?” Wenyan suddenly lost her appetite for skewers.

“I don’t know what tune it is or if we can get the rights, because it was hummed by Chai Zhaodi. When we were in the mountains, it was this hum that led Shen teacher and me to find her. That’s why I say we were fated.”

“If it weren’t for this tune that touched me instantly, I definitely wouldn’t have gone looking. Later, when she hummed it again while resting in the hospital, I was moved once more, so I recorded it on my phone.”

“A mentally unstable person with a mental illness being able to hum such a touching song so steadily, I think this song must have a special significance for her.”

“I always feel like she has a story.”

As Wenyan spoke, she suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to cry.

“What’s wrong?” Zhou Junye quickly passed a tissue to Wenyan. “You usually seem so carefree. Today, you’re all about justice, handling things rationally, but I didn’t expect you to be so emotional.”

“Maybe,” Wenyan said with a choke in her voice, “it’s just that it’s hard for women, just because they are born female, because they are inherently given the ability to reproduce, they become part of someone’s schemes, objects of desire. From a young girl to a middle-aged woman, at every stage of growth, they could be…”

“Ah, what’s the point in bullying a mentally ill woman into having children? Does she want a sex life? Does she want children? Has anyone ever respected her wishes? It makes me feel sad, pitiable.”

“Forget it, let’s not talk about this. Let’s eat quickly and rest. We’ll finish shooting the day after tomorrow, and then I’m going to the police station to ask about their investigation.”

“Alright, you can still come to the set to find me if there’s anything after we wrap.”

Zhou Junye and Wenyan clinked glasses.

Shen Jinghe couldn’t help but take a second look at Wenyan.

Had she had a particularly hard life before the Shen Family adopted her?

How strange, why was he interested in her past?

However, after Wenyan left, Shen Jinghe still made a point of speaking to Zhou Junye.

“If she really comes to you about this case in the future, agree to whatever she asks. If you can’t manage, I’ll take care of it.”

“Huh???” Zhou Junye was surprised. “Why? Are you interested in her?”

“Nonsense!” Shen Jinghe replied seriously, “I’m just discussing the matter. That poor woman, help her if you can.”

–

On the third day, after shooting the scene of the suicide by drinking pesticide, Wenyan completed her role as the mute woman in the film, wrapping up smoothly.

The crew presented her with a bouquet of flowers and posted about the wrap along with her photo on social media.

But to keep the makeup confidential, the photo had Wenyan’s outfit mosaicked, and even her face was covered with a photoshopped mask.

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Unable to see her beauty shot, her fans were dissatisfied and bombarded her with private messages requesting more updates.

Wenyan didn’t have any makeup-free selfies in her recent gallery, so she decided to post the fifty-second humming recording instead.

“There’s nothing much to post, just sharing a melody that deeply touched me.”

Soon, she received comments.

“Wow, this is so beautiful, is it Miss herself humming?”

“It really touched me, at first it felt very warm, but as I kept listening, I suddenly felt like crying. Does this melody possess magic?”

“Same here, why do I feel like crying? It seems like I can see a woman humming, and then suddenly she walks into an unseeable fog.”

“Miss is so talented, isn’t she? This melody doesn’t seem like any song on the market, did you create it yourself?”

Wenyan received quite a few comments on her post, and she picked a few to clarify with replies.

“It’s not me singing, it’s someone else.”

“No, I have no clue about composing songs.”

“Yes, I also saw a woman, she was chained up, had a warm and beautiful past, but her future is blind.”

After replying to these comments, Wenyan put down her phone because the taxi had stopped at the entrance of the Public Security Bureau.

Wenyan went in and found the two officers who had responded to the call last time, asking them about their progress.

They told her that after preliminary investigation, it had been confirmed that Ni Sanshui indeed registered his marriage with Chai Zhaodi over thirty years ago. The identity of Chai Zhaodi was also true; she was a local who had suffered from mental illness since her youth and had never traveled far.

In her twenties, she went missing and wandered to Ni Sanshui’s home. Later, Ni Sanshui found out about Chai Zhaodi’s biological family and, with the consent of her brother and sister-in-law, married her; there was no act of trafficking involved.

They advised Wenyan not to be overly suspicious.

However, when Wenyan asked them for the address of the Chai family, they said that Chai’s family had moved away decades ago and they had no idea where they had relocated to.

A mentally-ill patient, a vanished maternal family—Wenyan saw all of this as suspicious.

–

Disappointed, Wenyan walked out of the Public Security Bureau and once again boarded a taxi.

Distracted and upset, she opened her social media and suddenly saw a comment.

“It’s so familiar. If I remember correctly, it should be the lullaby that the old generation in our place would use to soothe children to sleep. I heard my great-grandma humming it when I was a kid. But my great-grandma has passed away, I miss her so much. She was so good to me that I couldn’t help crying as soon as I heard this melody.”

This comment caught Wenyan’s eye, and the IP address of this netizen was from A Province, thousands of miles away from H Province.

Wenyan hurriedly struck up a conversation with the taxi driver.

“Master, can I ask you something? Are you a local? How long have you been driving a taxi here?”

“I’m a local, yeah, I’ve been driving for decades. I started at 20, but at first, I drove tractors, hauling and delivering goods everywhere. Back then, where were there any cars? Later on, I started driving taxis. I’m very familiar with this area, whatever you want to ask, I surely know.”

“That’s great, I’d like you to listen to a piece of music for me, to see if it’s your local lullaby. It seems every place has a different lullaby, each with its own characteristics.”

“Oh, that? I can sing the local one for you.”

“That would be wonderful, thank you!”

The driver was very enthusiastic and started humming right away.

But the tune was completely different from the one Wenyan had recorded.

“Then, could you listen to this, Master, and tell me if it’s from around here?”

Before the recording even finished, the driver was certain: “No, this isn’t from around here. We only have one kind of lullaby, and this isn’t it.”

Yet the investigation results Wenyan had obtained indicated that Chai Zhaodi had never left her hometown. If she was a local and had never left H Province, how had she learned the lullaby from A Province?