Ye Jian did listen for a while, even if she lived two lives again, and the combined age of her both lives was only more than 30 years old. However, she was far from the experience and success of Mrs. Li, who had always lived in the center of the regime.
When she saw Mrs. Li come in and took all the responsibilities on herself, she was quite surprised. Wasn’t this using her power for benefits?
After Xia Jinyuan’s explanation, she realized that things were not what she had seen on the surface, nor what she had thought. Mrs. Li’s plan was to actually push the fault to the Beijing Political Corps and the conscription office.
No wonder Regiment Commander Zhong didn’t say a word from the start to the end; he must have understood Mrs. Li’s intentions, so even if he wanted to say more, he had to suppress it.
Just as Major Xia said, compared with Mrs. Li, Ye Jian’s two lives experience was still far worse than her.
However, she never thought about going to confront Mrs. Li. In this life, Ye Ying couldn’t marry into the Du Family again. That was enough for her.
But there was another thing she had to talk to Xia Jinyuan.
Slightly flattening the corners of her mouth, Ye Jian sat upright, facing the man with sharp eyebrows, “Major Xia, you said Mrs. Li is keeping an eye on Ye Zhifan, then will the person behind Ye Zhifan show up?”
“Not necessarily.” The corners of Xia Jinyuan’s mouth, who was having the same thought, pressed tightly, and there was a cold light gliding in his deep eyes, “The Du Family is now in full swing; they have people in both military and political areas. The people behind Ye Zhifan have not shown up for so long, and from this, it can be seen that that guy is a very cautious guy, and a very cautious guy will not easily confront another strong force.”
“In this matter, the people behind Ye Zhifan will either remain silent or help…but I think the latter is more likely.”
If the latter was more likely… Ye Jian felt a little regretful; then, she still had no way to know who was behind the scenes.
Xia Jinyuan, who knew what she was thinking, had eyes full of smiles. He bent his index finger and touched her pretty nose affectionately, “You’re starting to ponder again. The military and Military Commission have launched an investigation. Are you afraid that the person behind Ye Zhifan will not show up?”
“It’s just that the water is quite deep. The investigations of the Military Commission and the Military Ministry have to be carried out secretly and safely. I believe the investigation team will give you an answer. Maybe it is not satisfactory, but there is always an answer.”
Ye Jian’s frowning brows stretched lightly. All she wanted was an answer, an answer that would let her know who caused her mother to sacrifice.
The mystery of her past life would finally be solved in this life. She had waited for two lives, so why would she be afraid to wait a little longer?
Time, after all, would give her an answer.
Xia Jinyuan had always known that Ye Jian had a very complicated past with Ye Zhifan and his family. Every time she mentioned Ye Zhifan’s family, her expression would inadvertently become ice cold.
She had suffered a lot during childhood, and she only knew how to resist when she was in junior high school. The knot had already been planted, and it was not easy to untie. He didn’t like to gouge her inner scars, so he could only help her secretly.
Fortunately, she was able to hold her breath, sending Ye Ying down for the last time, and also gave Ye Zhifan a hard impact.
As smart as she was, he was still very worried and heartache about the matter.
Now that Ye Zhifan’s family was mentioned, there was no more haze between her eyes… everything he had done was worth it.
Ye Jian no longer mentioned Ye Ying. Mrs. Li kept a close watch on Ye Ying at this time, so she didn’t need to bother about her anymore; it must be uncomfortable…to fall from the clouds and into the mud.
That night, Ye Jian slept very sweetly, even if she was hugged by Major Xia in the middle of the night, that most of his body was over her, he did not wake her up.
