An Chongqiu quickly searched for some photos of Fei Kexin on the Internet with his mobile phone and handed them to the old man.
After reading it a few times, the old man returned the phone to An Chongqiu, but he was suddenly stunned, a figure flashed in his mind, and he couldn’t help but ask, “By the way, Chongqiu… Yalin Was it taken away by that Miss Fei?”
An Chongqiu asked in surprise, “Dad, do you remember Yalin?”
The old man said absentmindedly: “I had a picture flashing in my mind just now, as if I remembered that day when the benefactor said that Yalin is dead…”
As he spoke, he quickly asked, “Chongqiu, did the benefactor say that Yalin’s body would be taken away for a thick burial?”
An Chongqiu was shocked that his father could still remember a few fragments of that day, and lamented: “My grandfather did say this at the time, I guess he might have left this matter to Miss Fei.”
The old man’s eyes were red, and he said with remorse: “I’m sorry Yalin, I’m sorry for his father, and even more sorry for his wife and daughter…”
An Chongqiu hurriedly said with relief: “Dad, it’s not your fault alone, it’s our Anjia that owes him.”
The old man asked him, “How did you deal with Yalin’s wife and daughter?”
An Chongqiu said helplessly: “I can’t deal with his wife and daughter… On that day, the benefactor made it clear that he should not disclose his death to anyone, including his wife and daughter, who has always given to him. I called to inquire about his whereabouts, and I could only lie that I didn’t know… Both of them have already called the police, but the New York police have not found any clues…”
“Hey…” The old man sighed and warned: “Find a way to send some money to his wife and daughter, give $500 million, and prepare another five hundred million, and give the child a name after the child is born. Next, but before giving it, his son-in-law must agree, and the child will be born with Yalin’s surname Li.”
An Chongqiu asked in surprise, “Do you still remember?”
The old man sighed lightly: “I remembered it just now when I was in a trance. Maybe I won’t remember it when I wake up tomorrow, so you must remember it and find a way to implement it as soon as possible.”
“Okay.” An Chongqiu nodded and said, “After waiting for a while, I’ll find a suitable excuse to implement this matter, otherwise, I’m afraid his wife and daughter will think too much.”
The old man hummed and said, “Just don’t forget it. It’s not too late to do it when the child is born.”
“Okay!” An Chongqiu agreed, and then he helped the old man, and the two came to the roof of the top floor together.
At this time, the helicopter that Fei Kexin and Li Yalin took had already flown into the sky over Manhattan.
Li Yalin sat at the window and looked at the bustling Manhattan with many high-rise buildings outside. He was filled with emotion.
In fact, until now, he has not been able to completely accept the reality that he has “resurrected from the dead”.
The helicopter quickly flew over the helipad on the top floor of the Anbang Building, and then slowly descended.
At this time, Li Yalin was still wearing a mask and sunglasses, and he was wearing a researcher’s overalls, so no one could see that this was the Chinese detective who had been missing for a while, Li Yalin.
After the helicopter stopped, the co-pilot immediately came out of the cockpit and opened the cabin door for Fei Kexin and Li Yalin.
Fei Kexin stepped down first, Li Yalin followed closely, and at this time, the old man An Qishan also stepped forward with the help of An Chongqiu.
Because of Alzheimer’s disease, An Qishan actually learned Fei Kexin’s memory from his children’s mouth in the morning like “listening to a story”.
However, he knew that Fei Kexin had helped An Jia a lot at critical moments. With his consistent style of repaying his kindness, he was very grateful to Fei Kexin in his heart.
Since I saw Fei Kexin’s photo just now, seeing Fei Kexin getting off the helicopter, An Qishan stepped forward and said loudly, “Hello, Miss Fei, we meet again!”