Forget it. When the time comes, it'll come out.
Although this little thing was a bit slow at times, she had always been pretty lucky.
"Ding Peixin... Ding Peixin..."
Why were there so many Ding Peixins? It wasn't exactly a common name, either.
Su Qiao searched through the computer records while murmuring the name of the person she was looking for, but the results left her feeling rather frustrated.
After a thorough round of comparison and filtering, she finally found the person she was looking for.
"This should be her. Twenty-six years old, graduated from an art school."
After studying Ding Peixin's photograph carefully and quickly browsing through her detailed information, Su Qiao suddenly understood.
"So that's how it is. No wonder she developed that kind of personality."
Ding Peixin's parents had divorced when she was young. More precisely, her father had been busy making money, while her mother had cheated on him, left the divorce papers behind, and run off with another man.
Afterward, her father, Ding Wencheng, married again. His new wife was a woman who had a four-year-old son.
Unfortunately, after only a few years, the woman fell down the stairs and became comatose.
Two years later, her father was reported for involvement in drug use and drug trafficking and was imprisoned. Ding Peixin became a complete orphan.
Ding Peixin had been only nine years old that year. She spent the years that followed in an orphanage.
Such experiences had made her place tremendous importance on having a perfect family, possibly to the point of obsession.
In a marriage, this kind of situation could make her meek and overly cautious. She would keep compromising and tolerating things, and once her marriage faced a fatal threat, she might do something extreme.
"So, suicide really is a possibility."
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