Transmigration: The Cannon Fodder Suddenly Made a Comeback!
Chapter 843: Why the Sudden Change of Heart?!

Chapter 843: Chapter 843: Why the Sudden Change of Heart?!

Uncle Zhao also expressed that they did all this for money.

But over these days, Zhao Lang seemed to have gotten addicted to playing the real young master and was unwilling to acknowledge him again.

He really didn’t want to lose this son, so he agreed to cooperate with Gu Qiang.

Gu Qiang was, of course, delighted with the evidence presented.

Even though this Uncle Zhao was a mute, which could make things a bit troublesome, it was still better than nothing.

At this moment, Uncle Zhao opened his mouth, looked in the direction Gu Qiang pointed.

He seemed to have recognized someone, and his expression instantly became agitated.

Seated, Gu Shengrong and the Old Madam were also quite tense.

They also knew Uncle Zhao, but never expected Gu Qiang to manage to bring him here.

Gu Shengrong furrowed his brows slightly.

Hadn’t they asked that boy to sort out things in Chixia Village?

Is this how he handled it?

Although Gu Yu was indeed their biological grandson, if any of the matters, especially the fake one he arranged before, got exposed, it would have significant ramifications.

Gu Qiang continued to gently comfort and look after Uncle Zhao.

"Don’t be afraid, just say whatever you want."

Uncle Zhao extended his finger towards Zhao Lang and made a few "ah ah" sounds with his mouth open.

Shi Lei, standing by, questioned quizzically, "Is this old man still a deaf-mute?"

She had done a fair amount of charity work before, even ran a charity organization, and frequently interacted with people with hearing impairments, so she almost immediately saw that Uncle Zhao had such a handicap.

Gu Qiang nodded, "Yes, Uncle Zhao has a disability, so it was really hard for him to raise his son alone, and unexpectedly...."

She glanced at Zhao Lang and deliberately provoked him, "You can’t even feel empathy for your biological father standing right here?"

Behind them, Uncle Zhao made a few more "ah ah" sounds, then quickly signed with tears in his eyes.

Gu Qiang excitedly patted the person behind him, "Quick, quickly translate, what is he actually saying?"

To facilitate providing evidence, she specifically brought in a sign language teacher from outside.

The sign language teacher looked at Uncle Zhao’s gestures and said, "He said, although this person looks much like his son, he’s absolutely not his son."

"What?!"

Instantly, the expression on Gu Qiang’s face froze.

"This, how could this be?" She glared at Uncle Zhao, grabbing his hand fiercely, "What are you saying? How could he not be your son?!"

Uncle Zhao quickly gestured again.

The person behind immediately responded, "He said, this is definitely not his son, he couldn’t possibly be mistaken."

Gu Qiang retreated a few steps in disbelief.

How could this be?!

Why did this person suddenly change his mind?!

Hadn’t she clearly discussed this with him before?!

"No! You must be lying!" She glared at Uncle Zhao, then pointed at the sign language teacher, "Or you are lying!"

Shi Lei frowned and spoke up, "Gu Qiang, this sign language teacher hasn’t lied. I can understand some sign language myself, and what Uncle Zhao is saying is exactly what he meant. Could it be that you made a mistake?"

Although she said this, as soon as Uncle Zhao’s sign language appeared, she no longer believed Gu Qiang.

This Uncle Zhao looked honest and straightforward, and his expression and demeanor didn’t seem like he was lying at all.

So it was Gu Qiang’s one-sided story after all.

"Impossible, definitely impossible....."

Gu Qiang fell into deep doubt.

Gu Shengrong sneered, "Gu Qiang, haven’t you acted enough? Gu Yu is my real grandson; could I possibly be mistaken about that? Don’t let outsiders see a joke!"

"No, Dad." Gu Qiang suddenly raised her head, "He isn’t Gu Yu at all, why are you deceiving yourself?!"

Do you really want her to take out previous photos of Gu Yu before they will admit it?

Wait a minute.

Gu Qiang suddenly realized something.

She seemed to never have had photos with "Gu Yu," not from his childhood until now, they hadn’t even taken a single family portrait together.

So had the old couple left themselves an escape route long ago?

How could they have anticipated that "Gu Yu" would be murdered???

The more Gu Qiang thought, the colder her spine became.

Originally, Rong Junsheng had some suspicions, but after seeing this, he completely believed that Gu Qiang was directing and acting by herself.

Though he hadn’t seen Gu Yu in his childhood, the one before his eyes looked exactly like Gu Huaijin.

How could that be fake?

Even if cosmetically altered, the temperament and ability on his body couldn’t be altered, right?

Moreover, Gu Qiang’s suspect was a rural person; how could a mere rural person impersonate a Heavenly Chosen Son?

As an outsider, he could hardly watch any longer.

"Mrs. Jin, what you’re saying is indeed quite ridiculous, how could someone suddenly impersonate Gu Yu and the Old Madam and Old Master wouldn’t know? The evidence you provided is hardly enough to support your claim, don’t be fooled by these people."

Gu Qiang never expected such an accident to happen; she didn’t pay attention to Rong Junsheng, but turned around and glared intensely at Uncle Zhao.

But Uncle Zhao was not afraid, continuously signing that sentence——

"He is not my son!"

Zhao Lang looked deeply at him.

At this moment, he finally understood Uncle Zhao’s intention, and couldn’t help but feel a lump in his throat.

Jiang Li also became more aware.

Uncle Zhao most likely heard some news, which made him rush back to Chixia Village, ostensibly agreeing to cooperate with Gu Qiang, but in reality, it was to meet Zhao Lang in person today, thus lending him a hand to dispel everyone’s doubts.

Uncle Zhao’s nature was extremely kind-hearted, and this act of translation was deeply moving.

No one knew how much abuse he suffered under Gu Qiang, nor how much trouble he went through this time.

All that was known was his steadfast gaze, chest held high without the slightest fear or regret.

Before, he somewhat deliberately avoided Zhao Lang’s gaze, but now, Uncle Zhao met it directly.

Their eyes collided in the air, speaking volumes without uttering a word.

Uncle Zhao showed a satisfied smile, gently patted his chest.

He still remembered, on an ordinary summer morning, he was preparing to go to the fields to weed as usual.

When he opened the door, he saw a fainted child about three or four years old in the corner.

Covered in dirt, his clothes tattered and torn.

He immediately brought the child inside and fed him some goat milk.

The boy soon woke up, his big eyes bright.

Yet, whatever he had experienced caused him to tremble slightly.

He knew the child wasn’t from the village, so he gestured to inquire about his origins.

Realizing the boy didn’t understand sign language, he decided to take him to the village chief to report the matter.

But as he turned to leave, the boy clung to him, quietly sobbing and saying he had lost his family, asking if he could take him in.