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Chapter 26 The Truth's Shura Field

Given the current situation, this painting has no choice but to be displayed first.

So Principal Chen immediately sent someone to fetch the painting.

Zhao Tang was surprised that Zhao Lanlan would ask to see the contents of the painting. She frowned slightly. She had been in a hurry this morning and hadn't looked at the painting. What exactly did Zhao Lanlan paint? Could there be some evidence in the painting that could prove it was hers?
Thinking of this, Zhao Tang's heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't help but feel uneasy.

No, it won't.

She couldn't help but regret not having glanced at the painting when she received it that morning; at least she would have been more at ease knowing what it was all about.

However, Zhao Tang felt a little more at ease knowing that her name was on the painting.

If her name is on the painting, it can definitely prove that the painting is hers.

Soon, Zhao Tang's homeroom teacher, Teacher Wang, arrived with the painting. This time, the painting was no longer covered with a layer of gauze, unlike when Zhao Tang had handed it in before.

At this moment, Teacher Wang, who had seen the painting, looked at Zhao Tang again with a complicated expression.

As soon as the painting was displayed, Zhao Tang, Zhao Yuan, Lin Yin, and others immediately turned around to look at it.

Everyone else in the auditorium also turned their attention to the painting.

My first reaction was: This painting is really well done, so lifelike.

My second reaction was a complete understanding.

When Zhao Yuan and his family of three saw the contents of the painting, they were immediately horrified.

Zhao Tang, in particular, stared wide-eyed, her eyes filled with disbelief.

Zhao Ying looked at the family of three with an indifferent expression, but when she turned her gaze to the painting, a layer of sadness appeared in her eyes.

"The theme this time is mothers."

"The picture I drew is of my mother, Su Qian."

"She was a great mother who paid the ultimate price to give birth to me."

“I lost my mother at birth and never even saw her. For seventeen years, I even mistook a thief for my mother.”

Zhao Ying's piercing gaze fell on Zhao Tang, and she questioned, "Zhao Tang, you say this painting is yours, then, may I ask, is your mother dead?"

Zhao Ying's voice was resounding and powerful, echoing in the silent auditorium and striking a chord with everyone.

Anyone with a discerning eye could tell at a glance whether the painting was by Zhao Tang or Zhao Ying.

Zhao Ying's mother died giving birth to her. Although the second painting shows her mother's back, there is no shadow. It's just a beautiful fantasy of Zhao Ying's.

And Zhao Tang's mother, Lin Yin, was standing on the stage.

Therefore, it is self-evident who the painting is about.

Zhao Tang's legs went weak. She knew that she had no way to defend herself in the face of this scene.

But she was unwilling to let Zhao Lanlan gain the upper hand so easily.

“Zhao Lanlan, what do you mean? What do you mean by recognizing a thief as your mother? Let’s not talk about the painting for now, but my mother raised you for seventeen years. Even if she didn’t tell you about your biological mother, it was for your own good. I didn’t expect you to be so ungrateful. My mother really raised a thankless wretch.”

Upon hearing Zhao Tang's words, Zhao Ying immediately laughed, "Ungrateful wretch?"

She laughed, but as she laughed, tears began to fall. She looked at Lin Yin, her face full of hatred, pointed at Lin Yin, her eyes red, and shouted, "If she hadn't hired someone to kill my mother, and had that intern at the hospital deliberately kill her, how could my mother have died?"

“If my mother hadn’t died, I would have had my own mother to support me, so why would I need Lin Yin?” “You say she supported me for 17 years? That’s ridiculous. You live in a house bought with my mother’s compensation money, and you gang up on me, always intentionally or unintentionally mistreating and isolating me. Do you call that supporting me?”

"It was her, Lin Yin, who made me lose my mother." Zhao Ying almost cried blood as she uttered the last sentence.

Those who witnessed this felt a chill run down their spines.

Zhao Tang only knew from her mother that Zhao Lanlan was the daughter of her father's first wife, but she had no idea that Zhao Lanlan's mother was killed by her mother.

"No, impossible, you're talking nonsense." How could Zhao Tang possibly believe that her gentle and beautiful mother would hire someone to commit murder? Zhao Lanlan must be spouting nonsense.

"Zhao Lanlan, haven't you made enough of a scene? Even if you're angry that Tangtang took your painting, and even if you're angry that we usually pay more attention to Tangtang, you can't slander Ayin like this, and even make up stories about hiring someone to kill her. Ayin is still your adoptive mother." Zhao Yuan hugged Lin Yin, who was trembling and looked pitiful after being slandered, and sternly reprimanded Zhao Ying.

In fact, Zhao Yuan knew whether Lin Yin had hired someone to kill him.

But he and Lin Yin were practically bound together, and at this moment, he had to stand on Lin Yin's side.

Just like when he accidentally found out that Lin Yin had hired someone to kill Su Qian, he pretended not to know.

“Dad, you…” Zhao Ying looked at Zhao Yuan with disappointment in her eyes.

Because she had already learned from her mother that her father knew about this before, but he pretended not to know. Now that she was exposing this, her father was still pretending not to know and was wholeheartedly protecting Lin Yin.

At that moment, Zhao Ying knew that her father was no longer her father.

"Who is Lin Yin?" Just then, several police officers walked in from outside the auditorium.

They were accompanied by a middle-aged man.

When Lin Yin, nestled in Zhao Yuan's arms, saw the middle-aged man's face, her pupils immediately contracted.

He, he... Wang Shijie!

Why is he here? !
The middle-aged man raised his head, his chin and face covered in stubble. He glanced around the auditorium, his gaze lingering on Zhao Tang's face for two seconds before settling on Lin Yin.

He pointed at Lin Yin, a chilling smile playing on his lips, and said in a low voice, "She is Lin Yin."

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Bian Dong led his men over.

Xu Qingling, who was invisible, focused her gaze on Bian Dong. This person should be the person from the National Special Affairs Office that she had called.

As Bian Dong led his men past her, Xu Qingling could sense that Bian Dong's peripheral vision seemed to glance subtly at her location.

When Bian Dong led his men to Lin Yin, her body was already trembling slightly.

"Lin Yin, right? We suspect that 17 years ago, you instructed Wang Shijie to deliberately cause Su Qian to die from postpartum hemorrhage. Now, Wang Shijie has turned himself in. Now, please come with us to cooperate with the investigation."

After saying that, the silver handcuffs were about to be put on Lin Yin's hands.

Lin Yin seemed to have just realized what was happening, and struggled, "No, it wasn't me, I didn't, it was all Wang Shijie's doing."

Zhao Yuan also defended Lin Yin, saying, "Officer, is there some mistake? How could my wife hire someone to kill someone? Su Qian's death was just an accident."

Zhou Min felt nauseous listening to Zhao Yuan's words defending Lin Yin and could hardly bear to listen anymore.

"Zhao Yuan, even now you're still protecting Lin Yin. I really don't know whether to call you blind or heartless. You're as stupid as a pig, no, you're not only a pig, but also a cuckold. You probably don't know that the person you're so devoted to protecting has already cheated on you. Even the daughter you're so protective of isn't your daughter, but Lin Yin and Wang Shijie's child!"

Zhou Min's words exploded in Zhao Yuan's ears like a thunderclap...

(End of this chapter)