She abandoned her husband first, then her children, and was ecstatic after the divorce.

Fu Xiuheng looked extremely dejected as he stared intently at Lin Qingran.

It seemed as if he were looking at his deceased wife, as if he were gazing at another person through this body that was exactly the same as Lin Qingran.

Lin Qingran's meaning was already very clear: she didn't want to communicate with Fu Xiuheng any further.

Fu Xiuheng sighed helplessly, "I'm sorry to have bothered Miss Jiang."

Lin Qingran waved her hand impatiently, "Goodbye and don't bother coming back."

As Lin Qingran moved, the thin sleeves of her hospital gown slid down slightly, suddenly revealing a red mark on her left forearm.

Fu Xiuheng caught a glimpse of it and suddenly his eyes widened.

He rushed forward and grabbed Lin Qingran's wrist.

What's that on your arm?

Lin Qingran was startled and tried to pull her arm away.

"What are you doing, Mr. Fu? If you make any further moves, I will call the police."

Fu Xiuheng, however, remained relentless, gripping Lin Qingran's wrist tightly and attempting to lift her sleeves whenever he wanted to do something.

"Let her go!"

At this moment, Susukino finally returned.

He casually threw down the insulated box in his hand, rushed forward, pulled Fu Xiuheng aside, and tightly protected Lin Qingran behind him.

"Fu Xiuheng, are you ever going to stop? My wife was just kidnapped and is still traumatized. She's not even fully recovered yet, and you're already coming here to make trouble! Why don't you go see a psychiatrist? I think you're really hallucinating right now!"

Fu Xiuheng sneered, "How long are you going to keep up this act?"

Although her gaze was fixed on Bo Ye, her words were clearly directed at Lin Qingran.

“I remember you had a red birthmark on your left arm. I took you to see many doctors back then, and they all said it couldn’t be removed. Don’t tell me that even this birthmark was a coincidence.”

Bo Ye sneered, "What does it matter to you whether my wife has a birthmark or not? You're harassing my wife by making a scene in the hospital room in broad daylight!"

"Your wife?" Fu Xiuheng's icy gaze seemed to pierce through Bo Ye.

"Are you sure?"

Bo Ye laughed in anger, "If she's not my wife, then is she your wife? Your wife is dead, so stop cursing others!"

Fu Xiuheng stepped forward. "If that's not the case, then why are you trying to cover it up? I'm afraid your actions suggest you're feeling guilty."

"I'm guilty, my ass!" Bo Ye's fiery temper couldn't stand Fu Xiuheng's sarcastic tone, and a surge of anger shot up to his head.

But he still carefully shielded Lin Qingran behind him, and when he turned to look at her, his eyes were filled with worry.

"Sister, are you going to show it to him?"

A mocking smile appeared on Lin Qingran's lips. "It seems Mr. Fu won't shed a tear until he sees the coffin."

He gave Bo Ye a look, and Bo Ye, having received permission, then took Lin Qingran's arm and carefully lifted her sleeve.

His movements were gentle, as if he were afraid of hurting Lin Qingran.

This scene, witnessed by Fu Xiuheng, only fueled his anger.

"Have you two finished pretending?" Fu Xiuheng said coldly.

"It's none of your business whether I've had enough or not. Besides, I wasn't pretending, so I wasn't pretending. Mr. Fu, are you so concerned about this because you want to win an Oscar for Best Actor?" Bo Ye said impatiently, his face full of sarcasm.

With his movement, Lin Qingran's arm finally landed in front of Fu Xiuheng.

There was indeed a red mark on her left forearm, but it wasn't a birthmark; it was a tattoo.

This tattoo seems to have been with Lin Qingran for many years, and the color has faded slightly.

The butterfly tattoo was incredibly lifelike, with vines wrapped around it, extending all the way into Lin Qingran's sleeve.

Fu Xiuheng stared wide-eyed at Lin Qingran's arm in disbelief.

"This is impossible, absolutely impossible! You must be trying to cover something up!"

"Really?" Lin Qingran smiled slightly.

"You said your deceased wife had a birthmark on her hand. You can tell the difference between the natural color and the dye that was added later, right? You can tell at a glance whether it was to cover up the birthmark."

Fu Xiuheng stared at the tattoo on Lin Qingran's arm, unable to utter a word for a long time.

The butterfly tattoo was openwork, and although its location was similar to Lin Qingran's birthmark, there was no trace of it being covered up.

"Mr. Fu still doesn't believe me? Then Mr. Fu can go and check the photos of my previous art exhibitions abroad. You can see this tattoo in the photos."

“Impossible…” Fu Xiuheng muttered to himself.

After a moment of stunned silence, he seemed to have found a loophole in Lin Qingran's words and spoke with some excitement.

"Since it's just a tattoo, why were you covering it up when I wanted to look at it? You were clearly guilty!"

Lin Qingran was amused by Fu Xiuheng's words. "Mr. Fu, this is a private room. I have no one with me except you, a man who is almost a stranger to me. You suddenly rushed up and lifted my clothes. Do you think I stopped you to cover something up, or do you simply think you are a pervert?"

Bo Ye was furious and rolled up his sleeves, ready to beat up Fu Xiuheng.

Lin Qingran stopped him, saying, "Aye, it's not worth fighting with him. Let's call the police."

Bo Ye looked at Fu Xiuheng with a defiant expression. He really wanted to punch him a few times and then pry open his skull to see what was inside.

The police had been investigating Lin Qingran's kidnapping nearby, so they arrived quickly.

Let the law judge what cannot be explained.

Fu Xiuheng was taken away by the police. Lin Qingran sat blankly on the hospital bed for a moment, and a ridiculous thought came to her mind: if she had known that calling the police would be so efficient, she would have sent Fu Xiuheng in sooner.

Only then did Lin Qingran realize that she was covered in a layer of cold sweat, which had soaked her hospital gown.

She glanced weakly at Bo Ye and said, "Go find me a clean set of clothes."

“Okay.” Bo Ye hurriedly went to get it, then stood by the bed with a worried look on his face.

Lin Qingran rolled her eyes at him. "Are you planning to watch me change my clothes?"

Bo Ye blushed, hurriedly turned around, and hid in the bathroom.

A moment later, Lin Qingran called his name, and Bo Ye turned back, but he was so embarrassed that he didn't dare to lift his head.

Lin Qingran smiled helplessly and asked.

"Have you found out where my and Lingdang's samples went?"

"There's still no news." Bo Ye shook his head.

I'm afraid I can't avoid it...

Lin Qingran leaned back and closed her eyes wearily.

So much time has passed; the samples have probably already been sent to the research institute, and the results should be out by now.

Ultimately, they could no longer hide their true identities, including Lingdang's.