<h4>Chapter 519: Not her</h4>


    Su Ye clicked open the mailbox. Soon the information appeared before his eyes clearly.


    — Yang Kexin, female, 25 years old, born in February, 1997, parents and birthce unknown, was adopted in Third Orphanage in the South District of West Hai City at the age of three or so. Her pet name was Miaomiao. She disappeared half a yearter, the reason for which was unknown. In June, 2001, she was adopted in Blue Sky Welfare Home in Hexi District, Ye City. In September, 2001, she was adopted by Mr. And Mrs. Yang and waster named Yang Kexin. This year, she was 25 years old, currently working in the marketing department of Huayang Land Holdings.


    Below were some photos of Yang Kexin from young until now.


    There were more than forty pictures, most of which were taken when she was a student, and only a few of which were taken of her under the age of eight.


    Su Ye frowned his eyebrows tightly. He stared at one of the pictures which was a picture of her when she was six. It was a picture taken when she entered the primary school, which, although old, was indeed clear.


    He looked at the little girl in the picture for two minutes. The closer he looked at it, however, the more tightly his eyebrows frowned and the colder his eyesight became.


    “Sir, after reading the information, do you think it might be her?” At the other end of the phone, Megan, his employee, asked in doubt.


    Su Ye held his thin lips tightly, a cold smile drawn on his raised lip corner.


    “Not her.” He sighed and replied without any hesitation.


    Megan said, “Sir, I don’t think she looks alike, either. But she has the ne you gave to Tangtang, so I think she probably knows Tangtang. You can try to get some useful information from her.”


    Su Ye gave a cold hum, no more previous excitement perceivable in his eyes. He hung up in disappointment, threw the cell phone aside, and then looked out of the window at the bustling crowds of cars and people.


    After watching for quite a while, he closed his eyes slightly. Leaning against the seat in the car, he thought back to one night 22 years ago.


    —


    In 2000, Hai City.


    On the long corridor in the hospital, under the white light, there were two children in blue hospital gown. The boy, six years old, with a small bald head, looked very lovely and handsome. The girl, under four years old, had a pink face and a pair of innocent eyes, with her ck hair tied in two lovely ponytails.


    The little boy held the little girl’s hand tightly, his palm even sweating. And he was gently patting the little girl’s head, saying.


    “Tangtang, don’t be afraid. The doctor will give us an anesthetic injection, which causes only a little pain, not much.”


    The little girl raised her mouth corner. She did not understand anything, so there was no fear in her eyes at all.


    “No, big brother, I’m not afraid.” She looked at the operating room at the end of the corridor fearlessly. “The aunt tells me that there are two apples in me. If I give one to you little brother, you will not die. Then we can y together.”


    The little girl said innocently. Little as she was, she did not seem to know what that so-called “apple” meant. She looked at her little brother in front of her, the smile on her lips particrly sunny and bright.


    The little boy also looked at the innocent and lovely girl in front of him, but there was some kind of heartache shing through his eyes. Meanwhile, he held the little sister more tightly, who, more than two years younger than him, had been brought by his mother from the orphanage. He said with great firmness.


    “Tangtang, I will take care of you in the future. I will surely take care of you. Our family has a lot of money. I will buy you the most beautiful clothes, the most lovely dolls and a very big house.”