Rebirth and Counterattack: The True Daughter Doesn’t Want to Inherit the Family Property Rebirth and

The news that Chen Ya fell and died on the spot was learned by Xie Qing when he received a call from Xie Shichuan at two o'clock in the morning.

"Xia Qing, take a deep breath, don't get excited."

Xie Shichuan pondered for a long time, according to his understanding of Xia Qing, she should be relatively calm, but the deceased was her biological mother.

To be honest, he has always paid close attention to the movements of Chen Ya and Zhao Yiyi, and as soon as Zhao Yiyi was released from prison, he immediately let people stare at her.

Despite this, he received a call in the middle of the night and heard that Chen Ya had fallen from the building, and he was still extremely shocked.

This is the first day that Zhao Yiyi was released from prison.

The voices of the people who were staring were a little trembling, after all, Chen Ya fell less than twenty meters in front of his eyes, and he didn't want to recall the scene of blood hula cha for the second time in his life.

"Xie Shao, we were both drowsy in the car at that time, but my dashcam had a video of her before she lost her breath, and I was already looking for nearby monitoring."

"I always think there is something wrong with this lady's death."

Xie Shichuan's first reaction was the same.

It's just, is Zhao Yiyi already so crazy?

The only person in this world who could shelter her was Chen Ya.

"Xia Qing, Zhao Yiyi has called the police, saying that she got up in the middle of the night and found that there was no one in Chen Ya's room, and finally found that Chen Ya had fallen down."

"It is said that she also found the autographed suicide note left by Chen Ya."

Xia Qing sat on the bed blankly, her brain was foggy, her stomach was extremely contracted, and she didn't know why she wanted to vomit.

She almost couldn't understand Xie Shichuan's meaning for a while.

Biological mother Chen Ya... Dead?

She got out of bed in a trance and almost fell before she came to her senses.

The wall clock is half past two in the morning.

Old Mrs. Chen sleeps less every day, but at this point, the old man should still be asleep.

She didn't want to alarm the old man for the time being.

Especially in the early hours of the morning, it will be very dangerous for the elderly to be stimulated.

Xia Qing came to the bathroom, turned on the cold water and rubbed her face fiercely.

She raised her head and looked at herself in the mirror.

The woman who gave birth to her, died.

After all, the birth mother died at the hands of the person she loved the most.

Xia Qing didn't need any evidence to guess that Chen Ya's death was inseparable from Zhao Yiyi.

She took a deep breath, quickly freshened up, quietly went out, drove out by herself, and went to meet Xie Shichuan.

Xie Shichuan was at the entrance of the alley outside the courtyard of the Chen family, and he leaned on the car and watched Xia Qing's car slowly drive out.

The girl has grown into a neat and capable young girl.

He beckoned to Xia Qing.

Xia Qing looked through the windshield at the handsome young man under the street lamp in the distance, and for some reason an urge to cry welled up in his heart.

Her fragile emotions can only be seen by Xie Shichuan now.

Xie Shichuan walked to her car, reached into the window, and gently patted Xia Qing's shoulder.

"Come on, I'll drive."

He knew very well that Xia Qing's deepest heart had also looked forward to the warmth of his biological mother.

Even if that expectation had long been frozen by her.

The two drove directly to the morgue.

Since the time was midnight, the abnormal death of the body required an autopsy, and Chen Ya's remains were the most difficult to see directly.

Xie Shichuan held Xia Qing's hand:

"Actually, you can not go in and see."

Xia Qing looked at the door of the morgue and slowly shook her head.

She hugged Xie Shichuan, lowered her head to straighten her clothes, and walked into the morgue.

The temperature inside the morgue is much cooler than outside.

Xia Qing came to Chen Ya's body.

The forensic doctor followed next to him and whispered:

"She didn't suffer for too long when she fell from this height..." Chen Ya's

body had been twisted and deformed, and the front of her head remained intact.

Her eyes are open.

Chen Ya's last expression was a little frightened and a little disbelieving.

Xia Qing lowered her head slightly and looked at her birth mother's face.

She suddenly opened her mouth and asked the medical examiner:

"People who commit suicide, will this look be the same?"

The medical examiner was silent, and it was not appropriate for him to tell the family of the deceased too much about the inference of the case.

Xia Qing straightened up and raised her eyes to look at the forensic doctor:

"I don't believe she committed suicide."

Xie Shichuan leaned against the wall and watched Xia Qing walk out of the morgue.

She looked up at him and said softly,

"Let's go to the police station and meet Zhao Yiyi."

Inside the police station.

Zhao Yiyi's eyes cried like a walnut, leaned on the shoulder of a policewoman, choked and took notes.

"I knew my mother would be like this, I might as well not get out of prison."

Her voice was like a cry, and those who heard it were sad and those who saw it wept.

"I saw the suicide note written by my mother, it turned out that she insisted until now for me, otherwise she would have been long ago..."

Zhao Yiyi cried bitterly.

A policeman came in outside the door and said,

"The deceased's biological daughter is here."

Zhao Yiyi cried, and her eyes buried in her arm flashed a cold light.

She raised her head and stared at the door with bloodshot eyes.

Outside the door, two young men, a man and a woman, walked in.

Everyone in the police station only felt that their eyes suddenly lit up in the middle of the night.

The young girl's hair was braided into a bun, fixed with a delicate sandalwood hairpin, her white and delicate facial features were not powdered, and a pair of eyes were like white jade inlaid with black crystals, which made people lose their minds.

The young man is tall, wearing a black trench coat, and under the slightly messy bangs are a pair of sharp eyes, if these eyes are covered, the man's face looks like a beautiful son walking out of the painting.

The two just stood there, like models on the cover of a magazine, and didn't have to make any movement to already attract everyone's attention.

Zhao Yiyi was also a little distracted.

This is...... What Xia Qing and Xie Shichuan looked like three years later?

She bit her lip unconsciously, and there was endless unwillingness under her eyes.

Xia Qing's current status, current temperament, and the man standing next to her now should have been her Zhao Yiyi!

Why was Xia Qing recovered?

Why wasn't Xia Qing killed by the killer?

Zhao Yiyi's back teeth almost crushed.

She stood up abruptly and rushed towards Xia Qing with a roar:

"It's you, you killed your mother, if it weren't for you, she wouldn't have walked so desolately, you murderer!"

Xie Shichuan immediately stepped forward and blocked Zhao Yiyi's hand that wanted to tear Xia Qing.

Other policemen also hurriedly came over and pulled Zhao Yiyi aside.

Xia Qing walked out from behind Xie Shichuan and quietly looked at Zhao Yiyi.

"What a coincidence, I also think that there must be a murderer in her sudden death."

Xia Qing's eyes stared at Zhao Yiyi without blinking, and she did not miss a trace of panic under her eyes.

"It's an era of information explosion, and there's surveillance everywhere."

Xia Qing saw Zhao Yiyi's face gradually turn white, and she continued:

"You have been in prison for three years, and the development outside has not stagnated together, in particular, it is this high-end apartment where you live."

Xia Qing's voice was cold:

"Do you know how many surveillance cameras there are inside and outside this apartment?"

"Do you know that she actually lived a few seconds before she fell to her death?"