CHAPTER 1053: CHAPTER 1051: YOU, IT’S YOU (1)

Han Qingqing’s eyes gradually flashed a trace of displeasure: "Wan’an, I really don’t understand why you are targeting me so aggressively? Yes, Xiaoxiao was in danger twice, and I was present both times, but Xiaoxiao is my daughter, what’s wrong with going to see her at Zhang Te’s? Besides, Xiaoxiao came from my own flesh, according to you, am I, as a mother, supposed to kill my own child? Ask the other mothers here, who would be so cruel to their own children?!"

Faced with Han Qingqing’s bold and confident interrogation, Xia Wan’an’s tone became much more serious: "Yes, what you said is correct, but the premise is, you must be her mother."

As soon as Xia Wan’an said this, the people present were even more shocked.

"What?"

"What do you mean you must be her mother?"

"Does this mean that Han Qingqing isn’t Han Yixiao’s mother?"

"..."

Amidst the chaos, Han Qingqing seemed to have heard a funny joke and smiled with curled lips: "Wan’an, you really have a knack for joking."

"I am not joking, although I don’t know who you exactly are, I can be sure of one thing, you are definitely not Han Qingqing!" Xia Wan’an saw Han Qingqing’s lips move, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn’t give Han Qingqing a chance and continued: "I think you must be curious how I know you’re not Han Qingqing, it’s simple, the jade bracelet on your wrist and the oil paintings in your room."

"At first, I didn’t think there was anything wrong with you, I always thought you were Aunt Han Qingqing. Even that day I came to see you, after talking with you for so long, I didn’t notice any problems, but just now, when I said your bracelet on your wrist was lucky not to have been shattered by the whip, your subconscious action was to touch your jade bracelet... That action reminded me of the unfinished oil painting I saw when I came to see you... The woman in the painting, that was your gesture..."

"If you were Han Qingqing, why would you paint yourself? If you were Han Qingqing, after painting yourself, why did you look at yourself in the painting with such a lingering gaze that day when you picked up the painting?"

"I’ve always been curious why you keep painting the same woman repeatedly, wearing white clothes, with black hair, and no face... It wasn’t until just now that I understood, there is only one reason, Han Qingqing has died, you live in the appearance of Han Qingqing, painting her every day... The reason you dare not paint the face, is because... you are afraid... afraid that people can see the clues, but even with your meticulous planning, there are still flaws..."

Sitting in the wheelchair, Han Qingqing, after listening to Xia Wan’an’s analysis, raised her hand and clapped, "Brilliant, very brilliant, but... where’s the evidence? Xia Wan’an, I am Han Qingqing, and Han Qingqing is me, all your speculation, no matter how sophisticated, but I am Han Qingqing..."

"Really?" Xia Wan’an faced Han Qingqing’s calm composure and slowly said: "Do you really think I have no evidence?"

Han Qingqing said nothing.

"Do you remember Han Jingwen? He once treated Yixiao..." Xia Wan’an said, taking out a very old diary: "He had a habit of recording patients’ conditions, in this diary, the conditions of Yixiao’s treatment were recorded... Han Jingwen’s last diary entry before his death was about Yixiao, and it contained this sentence..."