Reborn in the 80s: My Whole Family Secretly Hears My Thoughts and Goes Wild with Success! - Chapter 100

“Didn’t you once clip out news articles about Professor Tang Xuejun? I assumed you must admire her.”

Shen Zhiqiu couldn’t help but be taken aback. “Your observation skills are too sharp.”

No wonder he understood her tastes and habits so well.

“Where there’s a will, there’s a way.”

Yue Mingyuan had been subtly hinting at his feelings for Shen Zhiqiu, but she couldn’t stop herself from wondering whether he had been just as attentive to the woman he loved. A pang of sourness rose in her chest.

“Zhiqiu?”

Hearing no response, Yue Mingyuan grew uneasy. “I—”

Afraid he might say more, Shen Zhiqiu cut in first. “Mingyuan, it’s getting late. You should rest.”

Yue Mingyuan’s grip on the receiver tightened, then loosened. “Alright,” he replied quietly. “You should rest early too.”

As the dial tone sounded from the receiver, his eyes filled with profound loneliness.

He shouldn’t have said those words.

Meanwhile, Shen Zhiqiu stared blankly at the telephone for a long while before sighing and looking away. She lightly patted her cheeks.

From now on, she needed to stay clear-headed and not act impulsively like she had today.

Yue Mingyuan had someone he loved. She shouldn’t get in the way.

This was best for everyone.

Pulling out her scrapbook, she flipped through the news clippings about Tang Xuejun.

Professor Tang Xuejun was her role model. One day, she too would become a dancer like her.

Dance and Yaya were her life. As for Yue Mingyuan… he would just remain Yaya’s father.

……

The next day, at People’s Hospital.

Shen Zhiqiu arrived at Meng Fang’s office.

“Zhiqiu, didn’t sleep well last night?” Meng Fang pointed at the shadows under Shen Zhiqiu’s eyes.

Shen Zhiqiu smiled wryly. “A bit of insomnia.”

“Missing Mingyuan?” Meng Fang teased, blinking playfully.

Shen Zhiqiu’s face warmed. “Second Sister-in-law, don’t make fun of me.”

Truthfully, she had lost sleep over Yue Mingyuan—her mind replaying moments they’d shared. The harder she tried not to think about him, the less control she had.

Turns out, sometimes you really can’t control your own heart.

“Alright, alright, no teasing.” Meng Fang stood. “Come on, I’ll take you to the archives.”

Inside the records room, an attendant led them to a storage area and gestured at several large cardboard boxes. “Everything’s here. You’ll have to search yourselves.”

“This much?” Meng Fang sighed. “It’ll take forever.”

“Second Sister-in-law, you go ahead. I’ll manage. The air isn’t great in here—you shouldn’t stay.”

“It’s fine. I’ll help. I’m familiar with obstetrics records.”

“You’re the family’s ‘national treasure’ right now.” Shen Zhiqiu nudged her toward the door. “Nothing’s more important than your health.”

Meng Fang relented. “Then I’ll wait in my office. I’ll bring you lunch—remember to come eat.”

“Got it.”

By the fourth box, Shen Zhiqiu finally found Wang Fengqin’s hospitalization records.

She had given birth to a daughter—a stillborn. Discharge papers were processed a day later.

Shen Zhiqiu checked other maternity records from that period. All the babies born were girls.

So where had Wang Fengqin gotten Shen Xiang? The newborn nursery?

Back in Meng Fang’s office, Shen Zhiqiu got straight to the point. “Second Sister-in-law, I need another favor.”

“Name it.”

Shen Zhiqiu pulled out Wang Fengqin’s file, pointing at the date. “I need to know—was a baby boy taken from the newborn nursery on this day?”

“Hold on. Let me ask the head nurse. She’s been here nearly thirty years—might know something.”

“I’ll come with you.”

The head nurse listened, then shook her head. “No.”

“Back then, babies kept going missing from the wards, so the hospital set up the newborn nursery to centralize care under our nurses.”

“In all these years, not a single baby’s been stolen from the nursery.”

“But I have seen cases where babies were snatched just as families were being discharged.”

A new lead. Shen Zhiqiu returned to the archives and pulled records of mothers discharged the same day as Wang Fengqin.

Three names. Two had given birth to boys.

She borrowed pen and paper, jotting down their names and addresses.

After leaving the hospital, she visited the closer one first—only to learn they’d moved, with neighbors unaware of their new location.

The other lived farther away. She’d search next week.

Now that she’d confirmed Shen Xiang wasn’t Shen Daqiang’s son, she had to make sure he knew.

…..

Police Station Holding Cell

Shen Daqiang, still detained, scowled when he saw Shen Zhiqiu. “Cut ties with me, changed your surname—what are you doing here?”

“To deliver good news.”

Smiling, she held up Wang Fengqin’s medical record.

Shen Daqiang’s face cycled through shades of disbelief before he collapsed onto the floor, unable to rise. “Fake! It’s fake!”

Shen Zhiqiu struck where it hurt. “Stop lying to yourself. All these years—didn’t you ever suspect Shen Xiang wasn’t yours? Didn’t you always say he looked nothing like you?”

“You’ve done too many vile things. This is your retribution—doomed to die without an heir.”

“You beast! You goddamn beast!”

Shen Zhiqiu waved the record tauntingly. “Save your energy for Wang Fengqin.”

“Oh, right—she and Shen Liya got arrested for kidnapping. They won’t be visiting. You just sit tight, wait for trial, and ‘reform’ in prison.”

“No! I won’t go to jail!” Shen Daqiang roared. “Shen Zhiqiu, I’m your father! You can’t do this!”

“Let me out, and I’ll do anything you say!”

Shen Zhiqiu paused but didn’t turn back. Her voice was ice. “Can you bring my mother back to life?”

Only then did Shen Daqiang truly grasp the depth of her hatred.

……

Outside the interrogation room

The evening sun cast a gentle glow, yet Shen Zhiqiu’s eyes stung.

They would all pay. Every last one.

Her only regret was waiting so long to act—and trusting them, again and again.

If not for Yaya, she’d never have known the family she’d loved were monsters in human skin.

“Shen Zhiqiu, what have you done?”