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

The old woman looked at Fu Xingze with suspicion in her eyes.

"Whose child are you? What are you doing here looking for Miss Jiang? If you don't tell me, I'm calling the police!"

Fu Xingze stomped his feet in anger as he watched the old woman so protective of the bell.

"She's lying! She's seen me before! She's my mother's daughter!"

The old woman was taken aback. She looked at the bell, then at Fu Xingze.

What does this mean? Could this child who suddenly appeared out of nowhere be Jiang Jiuge's son?

Lingdang cried even harder, "He's lying! I don't know him! I'm my mother's only child!"

“That’s right. Miss Jiang only has this one daughter. I’ve never heard of her having any other children.” The old woman glared at Fu Xingze.

"One minute you say Miss Jiang is your teacher, the next you say she's your mother. How come you can't tell the truth at such a young age?"

Fu Xingze was incredibly frustrated.

He only said those things in a moment of panic; he wasn't lying. But now, he can't explain himself clearly.

The old woman immediately picked up her phone and was about to call the police.

They also called the security guards over to restrain Fu Xingze.

To avoid the child running away and causing trouble, and then blaming them for it.

Su Mian rushed to Jiang Yuanbai's manor and went straight upstairs to find Lin Qingran.

"Hey Jiuge, how come you still have the leisure to paint here?"

Su Mian felt a surge of anxiety when she saw Lin Qingran rolling up her sleeves and bending over to paint.

"You just unilaterally informed the Fu Group yesterday that you would no longer cooperate, and tonight rumors are already circulating that our game plagiarized a work by a foreign company. Why aren't you worried at all?"

Su Mian hurriedly walked up, "We finally finished the closed beta test and just launched today, and this kind of thing has happened. This must be Fu Xiuheng's doing! He's shameless. We didn't even have a formal contract for the collaboration, so we should just terminate it, but he actually attacked us!"

Lin Qingran smiled and continued painting.

"What's so strange about that? You've seen Fu Xiuheng's methods before."

Lin Qingran straightened up and stretched her aching back.

"He's always been like this; he'll stop at nothing to get what he wants."

Lin Qingran turned her head and gave Su Mian a deep look.

"He has profited from this method for a long time and has come to believe that all companies must submit to him. But those who do many evil deeds will surely perish. Let's see what other tricks he can pull. We can make other plans when the time comes."

"I'm afraid it will be too late by then." Su Mian plopped down on the sofa and casually tossed her handbag aside.

"You're not unaware of the tactics their PR department employs. Just because of this competition between companies, how many other companies' projects have they smeared over the years?"

Lin Qingran looked at Su Mian and smiled slightly.

"Do you know how to make someone fall from the clouds?"

"What do you mean?"

Lin Qingran stopped writing and casually pulled out a tissue to wipe the paint off her hands.

"The fall is most painful when public opinion is at its peak and everyone is praising you."

Su Mian blinked. "Are you playing with fire?"

"How can we defeat them if we don't play with fire?"

Su Mian raised her hand and pointed at Lin Qingran from a distance.

"You're getting more and more cunning, kid."

Lin Qingran chuckled. "I'll take that as a compliment. What would you like to drink? Juice, or Tieguanyin tea?"

"I'm not drinking anymore, I still need to call the police." Su Mian said, taking out her phone.

Lin Qingran looked her up and down. "Why are you calling the police? Were you beaten?"

"You should wish me well, okay?" Su Mian said helplessly.

"On the way here, I met a little boy who looked like a rich kid. He wasn't even wearing shoes and was just hiking up the mountain. He said he was looking for his mother, so I brought him here. But when we got here, I asked him where his mother lived, and he said he didn't know. Then he just ran away. I have to call the police right away so that nothing happens to the boy."

"Looking for Mom?" Lin Qingran asked, puzzled.

“Yes.” Su Mian nodded.

Lin Qingran's heart sank suddenly, and she grabbed Su Mian just as she was about to call the police.

She took out her phone and looked at the address of Fu Xingze's residence that Lu An had sent her that morning.

It's very close to where I am.

A sense of foreboding suddenly arose in Lin Qingran's heart.

She opened the door and went out, calling out to Bo Ye downstairs.

"Where's Lingdang? Why hasn't she come back yet?"

“She went to play with the neighbor’s grandson.” Bo Ye glanced at his watch.

"It's getting late, I'll go out and look for it."

"I'll go by myself." Lin Qingran grabbed a coat, put it on, and rushed out the door.

Seeing Lin Qingran in such a panic, Su Mian and Bo Ye quickly followed her out.

Lin Qingran walked on and finally found Lingdang in the children's play area of ​​the town.

She was being held in the arms of the old woman next door, and she was crying very hard.

Police and security guards surrounded the area, and in the middle lay a little boy, rolling around on the ground throwing a tantrum.

"I won't go! I won't go! If you force me to leave, that's child trafficking!"

With this huge label pinned on them, even the police officer in charge didn't dare to make a move.

He quickly instructed his junior officers to turn on their body cameras, then knelt down and spoke to Fu Xingze in a gentle and courteous manner.

“Little boy, you can’t solve the problem by acting like this. You have to tell me where your mother lives, otherwise you’ll have to come to the police station with us so we can help you find her.”

Fu Xingze refused to leave, saying, "They know! But they didn't tell me!"

Fu Xingze pointed up at the bell, and the old woman quickly hugged the bell to her arms.

“Officer, this child doesn’t tell the truth. He just pushed me. I dare not tell him his home address.”

The police officer sighed helplessly, "Little boy, there's nothing we can do but take you back to the police station for now!"

As he spoke, he called for people to come up and forcibly take Fu Xingze away.

At that moment, a woman's voice came from outside the crowd.

"Wait a minute!"

Everyone's attention was drawn to that side. The old woman looked over and saw Lin Qingran appear. She quickly ran over and explained the whole story to Lin Qingran.

"I kindly wanted to take the child to your house, but who knew he would come up and start pushing the bell! Look what he did to the bell!"

Lin Qingran quickly took the bell and felt heartbroken when she saw the little girl's hand, which was bleeding from the fall.

Lingdang hugged Lin Qingran's neck and whispered with some guilt.

“Mom, I didn’t want him to see you, so I asked my mother-in-law to call the police.”

"Are you crying so hard because you don't want to trouble your mother?" Lin Qingran tenderly touched Lingdang's swollen eyelids, speaking in a voice only the mother and daughter could hear.