The obedient girl glances up, and the tyrannical tycoon kneels down to pamper her.

“Dad, you slapped him as soon as you got to the police station. He was the one who was in the car accident. Even if it’s a disgrace to the Xing family, it’s Xing Zhengyu who should be the one to be detained.”

"Brother Zhao was the one who was in a car accident. It was a car accident, and he almost died."

"Mom, wasn't he the one you carried for ten months and gave birth to?"

“Xing Zhengyu was raised by you, and you always think of him. Doesn’t Brother Zhao want to grow up in front of his biological parents? His adoptive parents didn’t care about him when he was a child, and now that he’s grown up, his biological parents still don’t care about him.”

Luo Huai said, word by word, "Don't you feel heartbroken? Don't you feel sorry?"

"I'm sorry, you were switched at birth."

"I'm sorry that you were beaten, not fed, and not dressed warmly when you were at the Lin family's house."

"I'm sorry, you must have been very scared when you ran away from home alone."

"I'm sorry that you haven't had your parents' company for twenty-nine years."

She suppressed a sob, her voice thick with emotion, "I'm sorry for making you grow up alone, wandering from place to place."

During the journey, Xing's mother opened her mouth several times, as if she wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say. Her eyes, which had been blank at first, seemed to show some shame. She glanced at her son across from her several times, but dared not look him in the eye.

He turned his head away and listened until the end, then clutched his chest and slumped into the arms of his daughter and daughter-in-law.

Tears kept falling.

Pei Youyou called out "Mom" and helped the person to sit down on the sofa. Finding it difficult to help someone alone, she reached out and pulled Xing Yuru, who had her eyes downcast as if she had done something wrong.

Xing Yuru realized what was happening, wiped away her tears, and went to help her mother.

The three women sat on the sofa, the mother and daughter were both crying, and Pei Youyou suddenly rolled her eyes.

"Luo Huai, don't try to morally blackmail me. You just think Mom and Yu Rou are soft-hearted and want to make them feel guilty, don't you?" She saw that her father-in-law didn't seem to care at all.

Mr. Xing was indeed unmoved; perhaps only women would be touched by such things.

All he ever wanted was power and profit; he would choose whoever could provide value.

"Shouldn't you feel guilty?" Luo Huai asked them in return, her gaze also falling on Xing's father, who remained unmoved, and even lingering on him for a few more seconds.

Her pure yet inquiring eyes were like a silent, chilling wind that would sting anyone's face. Xing's father was even a little afraid to look at his delicate and refined daughter-in-law.

Seeing him look away, Luo Huai knew that he had achieved something, even if it was only a fraction of it, it was better than nothing.

Her gaze fell on the three people on the sofa again, and she softened her tone, saying, "Mom, Yu Rou, and Dad, think it over carefully yourselves. I hope it's not crocodile tears."

He turned around and grabbed Xing Yanzhao's arm.

"Brother Zhao, let's go."

No pull.

Xing Yanzhao stared at her without moving, his gaze deep and slightly watery, reflecting Luo Huai's image.

Especially the way she spoke up for him.

Everyone was speaking up for Xing Zhengyu, except for Luo Huai.

He revealed what he had felt in his childhood.

When he was very young, he wondered if one day his parents would suddenly realize their mistake, search for him everywhere, and apologize to him.

As time passed and he grew up, he tempered his heart amidst the hardships of life and cast aside those childish thoughts in his struggle to survive.

He was twenty-nine years old, not nine. He was no longer moved by his parents' regret and apology; he had long been an independent individual.

But Luo Huai's five apologies instantly brought him back to the naive nine-year-old he once was.

Luo Huai, standing before him, looked like a hero.

Xing Yanzhao suddenly understood the concept of a hero rescuing a damsel in distress; anyone would be confused in that situation.

"Brother Zhao?" Don't you want to leave?

Xing Yanzhao snapped out of his daze, looked down at the small hand tugging at his sleeve, and pulled it away.

They hadn't even left the Xing family's residence; it was just a matter of turning around.

Xing Yanzhao pinned the person against the corner. The wall was cold. He quickly turned around, holding the person, and leaned against the cold wall himself, spreading out his coat to wrap the person in his arms.

Luo Huai remained motionless, and then smelled the faint scent of tobacco on the man.

Suddenly, a head appeared on my shoulder.

The man leaned down and rested his head on her shoulder, his breath warm and slightly heavy, like the moment his heart started beating again—slow, strong, and powerful.

Xing Yanzhao didn't say anything, but Luo Huai's nose tingled with sadness. She said, "Brother Zhao, let's go. If you think we won't have money if we leave the Xing family, I have plenty. I started selling off the dowry from the Pei family a long time ago. It's better to keep the shop for rent, and we can sell the rest. The Porsche in the garage is a new car that Pei Yuanzhou bought not long ago, and I haven't driven it much..."

"Sell!" Xing Yanzhao suddenly exclaimed.

He had originally intended to kiss Luo Huai forcefully in broad daylight, but the moment he heard the name Pei Yuanzhou, all the romantic thoughts vanished, and only one word remained in his mind.

Sell!

Three words: We must sell!

……

No need to wait until the next day.

That evening, Xing Zhengyu returned from the police station unharmed. He did have a motive, but none of the evidence pointed to Xing Zhengyu. The driver who had surrounded Xing Yanzhao and disrupted his view gave the same story: the two of them had a dispute, which led to the accident.

He had no connection whatsoever with Xing Zhengyu or even the Lin family couple.

The evidence that Xing Yanzhao and his team found was all related to Xing Zhengyu, which was deliberately orchestrated by someone.

When Xing Zhengyu came out of the police station, he said to Officer Qu, "Thank you to the police station and Officer Qu for clearing my name."

Officer Qu and Xing Yanzhao immediately understood that all of this, the so-called evidence, was nothing more than a ploy by Xing Zhengyu to prove his innocence.

He just didn't expect something to happen on the day of the bidding.

Then he looked at Officer Qu and said, "Officer Qu's aunt is the wife of the CEO of Tiancheng Group. It's a waste for her to be a lowly police officer in the police station."

Officer Qu narrowed his eyes.

He knew he had fallen into both traps.

However, if Xing Zhengyu harbors resentment, it's not just him; there's also Tiancheng Group.

Xing Yanzhao lit a cigarette.

He realized that Xing Zhengyu was exceptionally cunning.

The Xing family members were overjoyed. Xing's mother wanted to go forward and hug her son, but when she thought of her own son standing beside her, and the words Luo Huai had said that afternoon like a curse surrounding her, she took a step back.

Pei Youyou didn't care about any of that and rushed over, dropping her handbag.

"Brother Zhengyu! I knew you would be alright."

Xing Zhengyu opened his arms to catch her and affectionately kissed her hair, saying, "You've worked hard today."

Seeing that his adoptive parents didn't have any angry expressions, he knew that his biological parents' words had worked, and of course, Pei Youyou's help was also indispensable.

Pei Youyou wouldn't allow anything to happen to him; love was part of it, but fear of losing her own status was another part.

"Dad, Mom, Yuru, I'm sorry to have worried you." Xing Zhengyu walked over and solemnly said to his father, "Dad, I'm sorry that Xing's lost the bid."

Mr. Xing said calmly, "It's alright as long as nothing's wrong."

Xing's mother nodded, and still subconsciously said, "As long as the misunderstanding is cleared up, you and Yanzhao..."

She turned around.

All I saw was Xing Yanzhao and Luo Huai turn around and get into the car.

Mother Xing's eyes flashed with panic: "Yan Zhao!"

Xing Yuru's pupils contracted slightly, and she ran up to him: "Brother!"

Not the eldest brother.

Yes, it's my brother.

"Brother! Where are you going?" she asked nervously.