My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious-Chapter 153: The Mysterious Ninth Uncle

"Yes, Mr. Jiu."

Mr. Jiu was dressed in traditional Tang attire, exuding an air of elegance. His features were handsome, but his eyes carried a sharp intensity.

He didn’t look old, though his forehead bore a few wrinkles. Compared to Lu Qing, he had a more restrained demeanor. However, everyone knew that Mr. Jiu of Liyuan was the last person anyone should cross.

He was fiddling with a jade ring in his hand. If it weren’t for this jade ring, she wouldn’t have been able to enter Liyuan, let alone meet him.

Even Su Jin was finding it hard to breathe.

Mr. Jiu spoke calmly, "Su Jin is currently causing a commotion at the bank."

"Mr. Jiu, do you think I am that kind of person?"

She slowly retrieved two documents from her bag and placed them before him, speaking gently:

"These are Su Jin’s two DNA test reports—one from ten years ago, and one from now. Please take a look. Additionally..."

As she played with the jade ring in her hand, she continued softly, "This jade ring was given to me by you. At that time, I was ten years old. I had broken your jade qilin while playing in your room and was so scared I cried my eyes out. Instead of getting angry, you gifted me this jade ring and instructed me never to tell anyone about it but to keep it safe. You said that if I ever found myself in trouble, I could bring this jade ring to you."

Mr. Jiu glanced at the two documents, his expression entirely calm. He asked lightly, "Who is the Su Jin now?"

"Su Moli underwent plastic surgery to look like me and declared to the outside world that Su Moli was dead. In truth, they cremated my corpse to take over the Su Family’s assets."

Mr. Jiu stared at her coldly, the pressure palpable, making it clear that if she lied even once, her life would be forfeit. freewёbnoνel.com

Mr. Jiu gestured with his hand, and someone stepped forward respectfully. After Mr. Jiu whispered a few words to him, the person quickly retreated.

The scenery at Liyuan was stunning; the courtyard was filled with blooming crabapple blossoms. Mr. Jiu remained silent, sipping his tea before he spoke calmly again:

"When did I forbid you from entering Liyuan?"

"Five years ago, one month before I married Chu Yunhao."

"What did I say to you then?"

"You said I would regret it one day. If I did, I could bring the jade ring to see you, and you would fix everything."

The look in Mr. Jiu’s eyes finally shifted slightly. The girl’s appearance and eyes bore a striking resemblance to those of Su Jin. Her face was bare yet delicate, and her gaze carried a dark depth that resembled Su Jin’s to some degree.

When she was young, she was chubby and adorable, utterly fearless of him, always tugging at his pant legs, demanding to be picked up.

As she grew older, she became a young lady, distancing herself from him more and more. Eventually, another man captured her heart. His affection for her gradually faded.

He never imagined she would foolishly get herself killed.

"What is your current identity?"

"Qin Miaomiao, the daughter of Qin Hanbo from the Qin Family."

Mr. Jiu frowned; clearly, there was no such person in his understanding.

Qin Miaomiao continued, "Lu Qing’s... wife."

Mr. Jiu’s brows furrowed deeper. "Lu Qing? That young fellow from the Lu Family?"

"Yes."

"Ha, he is quite the character, though his methods are ruthless."

The Lu Family was a century-old distinguished family. In Yan Jing, they were still considered influential, although their prominence had waned in recent years. However, the appearance of Lu Qing had revitalized the entire Lu Family, making them sharp and ambitious again.

It was rare for Mr. Jiu to call someone a "character," and Lu Qing was one of them.

Only then did Mr. Jiu carefully scrutinize Qin Miaomiao, his interest and sharpness becoming more evident:

"Why did you come to me?"

"Because you, Ninth Uncle, once said that if I regretted it, I could bring the ring to you, and you would take care of everything for me."

"Are you so certain I would believe you?"

At this moment, Qin Miaomiao looked up at him, a glimmer of light in her eyes, and she said each word clearly:

"I’m certain. That Su Jin—Ninth Uncle, you only need one glance to know she’s a fake."

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