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Mrs. Wen went to London and visited Wen Jing's school.

Wen Jing's school is located in a small town on the outskirts of London, only half an hour by car from downtown. It’s an ancient-looking town where the school was established privately by the First Terror Organization and doesn't recruit students externally. To be precise, it’s a school that trains special agents for the First Terror Organization. After children complete their weapon training, killing techniques, and physical training on the organization's private island, they are sent to this school for three years of systematic academic study before returning to the island for another assessment.

Such a school didn’t exist in the past. Later, due to the overly systematic and disorganized nature of knowledge education, which required teachers tailored to each agent’s individual circumstances, along with the lack of normal life on the island over long periods, they decided to establish this school in London.

The teachers and management at this school lead seemingly ordinary lives; their friends, families, even spouses believe that their job is simply teaching.

It’s a high school system with three grades. Depending on the students' different tests, they are divided into classes. However, what is taught here is systematic and professional, not high school content. For instance, electronic courses already reach doctoral levels. Even newly enrolled students have the knowledge level of college graduates.

Wen Jing was in Class 1 of Grade 3. She spent only one year at this school; otherwise, she followed Ye Tianyu around. However, every week, she would return to school for a test and stay for two days. When Ye Tianyu was too busy to accompany her, she would come back to study herself. Her belongings were still in the dormitory—her textbooks, clothes, and notes.

All of these items belonged to her as遺物 (remains).

Cheng Anya left Mrs. Wen alone in a single-person dormitory with hidden privacy. Gazing at her daughter's remains, Mrs. Wen was overwhelmed by tears. On the desk were photos of Wen Jing; surprisingly, they featured her and a gentlemanly-looking man. Their poses were very intimate, but his hand around her waist appeared forced, as if she had been coerced into taking the picture. Her expression was cold and distant. The background showed them on a cruise in the Aegean Sea.

Mrs. Wen knew Ye Tianyu from Cheng Anya’s subtle hints; she also understood that he and Wen Jing were lovers, but who was this man in the photo Mrs. Wen felt deeply pained. After Wen Jing's passing, it seemed no one had visited or cleaned here, fortunately without any dust or disorder. On the bookshelf were many original books on philosophy, electronics, weapon design—books that most people couldn’t understand.

Is her daughter able to read such books yet

In the wardrobe, her clothes were neatly hung up except for two sets of nightwear. The rest of the clothes were quite ordinary. Mrs. Wen couldn't stop herself from crying; among them, there were three dresses that she had insisted on buying with Wen Jing. Wen Jing said they were too floral and didn't like to wear them, so the tags hadn't even been removed. They were bought shortly before the incident occurred.

Mrs. Wen covered her mouth and couldn't stop crying.

She sat in Wen Jing's dormitory for a long time until Cheng Anya came in.

Mrs. Wen said, "I want to take Xiao Jing’s belongings back."

Cheng Anya nodded, “Okay.”

Cheng Anya had someone bring the luggage over; she wanted to help pack but Mrs. Wen insisted on doing it herself. She wanted to personally pack up her daughter's things and take them home, even if they were just遺物.

Unable to bring back the body, taking the belongings back made her feel a little more at ease.

Cheng Anya didn't insist.

The clothes, textbooks, books, and even the bedding were all packed up.

Mrs. Wen was startled when she found a gun in her daughter's drawer and couldn't help but pick it up. She was shocked to think that her daughter would have such an item; this was quite alarming for ordinary people.

Mrs. Wen put the firearm away in the drawer, then saw numerous blueprints of guns on the desk. Clearly they were all written by Wen Jing. Aside from these, there was also a diary. Mrs. Wen resisted her tears and opened it; she felt increasingly heartbroken until a touch of sorrowful anger came over her eyes as she read the last page.

She couldn't help but hold the diary to her chest, muttering softly, "Little Jing..."

After organizing Wen Jing's belongings, Cheng Anya sent them all to their apartment together. The Ye family had numerous apartments in London; they stayed in an apartment rather than a hotel as Mrs. Wen was pale and needed proper rest.

"Where is Tian Yu Will he let me see Little Jing" asked Mrs. Wen with a hoarse, cold voice.

Cheng Anya replied, "Ning Ning went to talk him into it; you wait for my news, okay"

Mrs. Wen gave Cheng Anya a glance and nodded her head before returning to the apartment to sit there blankly until late at night, seeing the guilty eyes of Cheng Anya as if she had known this result all along.

Not wanting to return Wen Jing for over a year, how could Tian Yu be expected to easily give back what he held

"Does he really love our Little Jing" Mrs. Wen asked with the same cold tone.

Cheng Anya nodded her head, "Yes."

"Then tell him, Xiao Jing has a diary all about him. If he comes to see me, I'll let him see Xiao Jing and give it to him; otherwise, I'll burn it, and he will never get to see it again." Mom Wen said. Cheng Anya was stunned as she looked at the woman sitting on the sofa with a cold tone. In her memory, Mom Wen had always been gentle and accommodating, but now this version of her was bristling with thorns ready to hurt others.

This must be maternal love mixed with anger.

"Okay!" Cheng Anya said.

Half an hour later, Ye Tianyu appeared at the apartment. It took him forty minutes by car from headquarters, but he arrived in thirty minutes. He looked disheveled and battered, with a bruised nose and swollen face as if he had been beaten up.

The only person who could beat Ye Tianyu to this extent was Ye Ningyuan.

When Cheng Anya saw Ye Tianyu, his gaze was vacant as he walked over in the night like a sinister demon. His black windbreaker fluttered wildly and the blood on the corner of his mouth made him look even more bloodthirsty. This was her first time seeing Ye Tianyu since she came to London, or rather, this was the first time after the incident. Her grandson seemed to have been completely transformed into a different person whom she could hardly recognize. Was this really the humorous and charming Tianyu from over a year ago

She couldn't even recognize him at all.

Originally, she wanted to scold him, but upon seeing Ye Tianyu in such a state, a coldness swept over her heart, leaving her unable to utter a word as he approached like a ghostly figure.

"Tianyu…" Cheng Anya struggled to choke out his name. "Are you still our Tianyu"

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