“Boss, are you suspecting that there’s something wrong with the baby swap from back then?”
Qing Wu nodded, speaking calmly, “The Shen family isn’t an ordinary wealthy household. A family like this would never have a situation where swapped children went undiscovered for over a decade, let alone one involving multiple children.”
“Got it, I’ll look into it right away.”
Five minutes later, the information network that Qing Wu had single-handedly created provided the latest update.
The timing of when she, Lin Xuecheng, and Shen Shaojia were swapped coincided exactly with a very serious medical malpractice incident at the hospital where their mothers had given birth.
The hospital’s maternity ward had been relocated directly to the neighboring orphanage. With so many people coming and going at the orphanage and inadequate security measures, that was how the children ended up being swapped.
Qing Wu said flatly, “Give me the orphanage’s location. I’ll pay a visit myself later.”
“Boss, the orphanage and that hospital are at the same location, but the hospital went bankrupt and was abandoned years ago. The orphanage is still running.”
“To have survived all these years, and in the capital no less—that’s no small feat. Be careful, boss.”
Qing Wu’s intuition told her that orphanage was definitely suspicious!
She checked the orphanage’s address and put away her phone.
Shen Dongli’s voice came from the doorway, “My precious daughter, come down and eat! I wasn’t sure what flavors you like, so take a look and see if anything suits your taste.”
Shen Dongli looked at Qing Wu with eyes full of paternal affection, afraid she might say she didn’t like anything.
Walking beside him, Qing Wu asked, “With the connections our family has, why didn’t you think to investigate me after you found me?”
Shen Dongli chuckled. “It was your sister Shaojia’s idea. She said investigating in advance would make us form preconceived notions, and if you’d had a hard life before, it would make it awkward for your mother and me to make it up to you. So she suggested we get to know you slowly after you came home.”
Qing Wu nodded.
The spacious dining hall had bright, spotless windows. Light from the luxurious crystal chandelier refracted onto the full marble wall, converging like gathered starlight, with the lights forming several large characters like fireworks: “Welcome Baby Home.”
The Chinese-style dining table was made of ebony sandalwood worth thirty million yuan, emitting a natural fragrance that made the food on the table look especially exquisite and delightful.
Four men stood before the table, all gazing at Qing Wu with eager anticipation and careful reverence.
They saw a young woman descending the stairs who bore a seven or eight-tenths resemblance to their mother. She wore a pale purple dress, with lustrous violet crystal bracelets adorning her wrists.
Her bearing was elegant and ethereal, her beauty serene like a being from a painting, yet carrying a hint of the pride and purity of a snow lotus from an icy peak.
This was their biological sister!
Shen Dongli introduced, “Xiao Wu, these are your brothers. Come, eldest, say hello.”
The man at the front was refined and gentle, a gentleman of upright character, wearing a suit tailored by hand in Italy, with a pair of precious ruby cufflinks on his sleeves—ones that had sold for sixty million at auction last year.
Qing Wu remembered that those cufflinks had been purchased by Shen Boyi, the chairman of Changrong Industries.
Shen Boyi wasn’t just at the top of the list of the youngest new-generation wealthy elites—he was also a notorious oil tycoon on the Dark Web!
Shen Boyi took out a black card and handed it to Qing Wu.
His gentleness was almost unbelievable; even his smile was a curve practiced carefully on the way home—perfect and elegant.
“Little sister, I’m your eldest brother, Shen Boyi. This is my welcome gift to you. Buy whatever you like—there’s no limit.”
Qing Wu took it and nodded obediently. “Thank you, eldest brother.”
The smile on Shen Boyi’s face was more radiant than if he had just acquired ten gold mines.
The second man to step forward had a fair complexion, with features so exquisitely carved they were beyond reproach. His hands were elegantly structured, like fine jade, the kind one would want to enshrine as a work of art.
“Little sister, I’m your second brother, Shen Zhongshuang. This is my gift for you.”
He handed Qing Wu a box. The rosewood felt warm and smooth in her hands, every corner finely polished.
There were still wood shavings on Shen Zhongshuang’s hands—clearly, he had made it himself.
Inside the box lay a hairpin and a card.
Shen Zhongshuang smiled. “The card grants you access to all medical facilities worldwide. No matter the situation, if you ever need it, you’ll receive the best medical care in the world. Of course, your brother hopes you’ll never have to use it.”
“Second brother isn’t as wealthy as eldest brother, but this hairpin I made with my own hands. I hope you like it.”
Qing Wu had seen the name Shen Zhongshuang before—on the SCI medical papers she had published.
He was the youngest medical genius in the world today, the only one with a perfect zero-mortality surgical record, the Divine Right Hand. Numerous international organizations had tried to poach him with astronomical offers, but none had succeeded.
Qing Wu picked up the hairpin. The orchid design was carved with incredible precision, and the wood itself was top-grade material worth a hundred thousand per block.
“Thank you, second brother. I love it.”
Seeing Qing Wu actually put on the hairpin he had made, Shen Zhongshuang’s face bloomed like spring flowers—more satisfying than snatching a hundred patients back from the jaws of death.
“Little sister, I’m your third brother, Shen Shushan. You’ve probably seen me before, right? This is my gift for you!”
Shen Shushan was the most handsome of all the brothers. He had bold, bright eyes full of spirit, a nose sculpted to perfection, and even his hair seemed meticulously styled.
He was the youngest Grand Slam Best Actor in China. Since his debut, he had swept every Best Actor title in the industry. There wasn’t a single person on the streets of China who couldn’t sing one of his songs—he was the reigning superstar of the moment.
Qing Wu accepted the key to the luxury yacht Shen Shushan had given her and thanked him. “Thank you, third brother. I love it.”
Shen Shushan’s eyes lit up!
He had been worried the whole way here that she wouldn’t like his gift—her saying she loved it was absolutely perfect!
The last man clearly couldn’t wait any longer. He strode forward and scooped Qing Wu up, spinning her around in a circle.
Shen Dongli let out a startled cry. “Shen Jishi, put your sister down! If you drop her, I’ll beat you to death!”
Zuo Wanjun screamed and rushed forward, itching to kick Shen Jishi, terrified he might be careless and hurt their precious treasure.
Shen Jishi wore a floral shirt with the top button undone, revealing a hint of his alluring Adam’s apple.
The Shen family all had rather upright, dignified features, and while Shen Jishi carried a hint of roguish charm, his face made it impossible to dislike him.
Shen Jishi—the most renowned gold-medal lawyer in the world today. He had practiced before international courts, never losing a single case. His consultation fees alone reached eight figures per case—truly, every word he spoke was worth a fortune.
“Little sister, this is fourth brother’s gift to you. What would a young lady like you do with a yacht anyway?”
He clapped his hands, and a procession of servants filed in, wheeling in a massive clothing rack.
Above, six racks were arranged by color and type, displaying the latest haute couture gowns from top designer brands, with matching shoes, handbags, and necklaces hung together to save time on coordination.
Beside the clothing racks, six people in professional suits bowed to Qing Wu simultaneously: “Young Miss, we will take your measurements and adjust the clothes to fit your style right away.”
Qing Wu looked at the clothes, somewhat taken aback.
She felt that she had still underestimated the wealth of the Shen family.
Shen Jishi waved his hand: “Take them to Little Sister’s room; she can try them on after she’s rested.”
“Yes.”
Qing Wu looked at Shen Jishi and thanked him sincerely: “Thank you, Fourth Brother. This is the first time I’ve received so many clothes, and I really like them.”
If Shen Jishi had a tail, it would be wagging up to the sky.
Zuo Wanjun wiped away her tears.
Those clothes just now weren’t worth much; she had even thought the Fourth Son was being stingy, yet her daughter said she hadn’t even had clothes like these before!
How poor was the Lin family, making her precious daughter live like a beggar? It was too heartbreaking!
A sweet, coquettish voice came from the doorway.
“Mom, Dad, brothers, I’m back.”
Everyone’s expressions instantly shifted from joy to indifference.
Shen Jishi pulled Qing Wu to sit down, while Shen Dongli responded flatly: “Oh, when are you leaving?”
Qing Wu: “…”
At the door stood a girl in a pink, fluffy dress, her hair styled in delicate curls, topped with a small, cute crown. Her features were adorable, but her thin lips and small nose gave her a slightly bitter look.
Shen Yurou was extremely aggrieved but dared not say anything.
“I heard that Sister came home today, so I came specially to see her. After all, since Sister is from the countryside, she might not understand the rules of our Shen family.”
She stared at Qing Wu, emphasizing the words “our Shen family.”
Shen Jishi snorted coldly, his mouth faster than his brain.
“She’s my biological sister, my parents’ own daughter, the only little princess of our Shen family. Whatever she says the Shen family rules are, that’s what they are. Even if they aren’t, they’ll be changed immediately. If she doesn’t understand, do you?”