The richest man's parents were kidnapped, and his adorable son captivated the entire family.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he said, glancing at the shareholders around him with a sharp, piercing gaze, "this report is the lifeblood of our merger negotiations. We will not let a fabricated video ruin the entire project."

Before he finished speaking, his fingers flew across the screen, bringing up the original surveillance records and employee location system data.

The video was played in split-screen format, showing the so-called "coffee shop handover video" on one side and Xie Yumin's actual work schedule on the other. It was clearly visible that she worked at the company all day, and the clothes she wore as recorded by the office building's security cameras did not match the "Xie Yumin" in the video at all.

"It's just AI synthesis, face-swapping technology, and crude editing." Gu Yinshen's eyes were so cold they could almost freeze. "The forgery is clumsy and full of loopholes."

He didn't mention Ruolan's name, but everyone present tacitly turned their gaze to her.

After all, he was the one who presented these so-called pieces of evidence, and almost everyone believed them at the time. Many people were secretly cursing Xie Yumin.

Now, seeing the tables turn, those people immediately began to berate Ruolan.

"Seriously, is this guy crazy? Why would he do something like that?"

"Exactly, what good would it do for him to frame someone so loyal to our company?"

"I never imagined there were people like this in the world. If it were me, I'd probably be completely under his thumb by now. My God, how terrifying!"

"Can't we fire him? He's so annoying, I don't want to work with someone like him!"

The whispers of the crowd reached Ruolan's ears almost without any attempt to conceal them.

Ruolan stood there, her face pale, her eyes twitching, yet she gritted her teeth and remained silent.

At this point, he had nothing left to say. After all, the evidence was conclusive, and even if he wanted to refute it, he couldn't produce any substantial evidence.

Gu Yinshen glanced at her coldly and said indifferently, "This matter is temporarily put on hold. I need to thoroughly investigate the source of the forgery. The meeting is adjourned for now."

His turn to leave was decisive and cold, as if the clamor, accusations, and storm had never shaken him in the slightest.

However, no one knew that his heart was actually experiencing an unexpected tremor.

For the next few hours, Gu Yinshen did not rest for a moment.

He urgently mobilized his most confidential cybersecurity team, bypassing all of Ruolan's departments, and launched an investigation with the highest internal authority.

The results of the investigation were alarming.

The first things to surface were several clandestine transfers in Ruolan's and her related accounts. On the surface, they appeared to be internal budget allocations, but in reality, the funds were transferred out through three layers of shell companies, ultimately flowing to a "strategic consulting firm" under the name of Ruifeng Capital.

The timing of this occurred precisely during the period when the company's core information was leaked.

Going deeper, the audit team uncovered three unusual fund transactions, all involving huge sums of money, with their purposes all "unknown." Two of these transactions had dates that coincided with the time when the data was altered and attacked.

Meanwhile, when the technical team attempted to recover early data from Xie Yumin's company computer, Gu Yinshen personally reviewed the recovery list.

When several folders containing keywords related to "obstetrics" and "neonatal monitoring" popped up on the screen, his expression changed slightly.

“Destroy all of these documents,” he said in a deep voice.

"But President..." The technician was about to say something when he met his indifferent and imposing gaze, and his words froze instantly.

“Erase all records, transmission logs, and your memories of seeing them.” His gaze was icy. “This is not a suggestion.”

He knew all too well that once the outside world sensed the relationship between "Xie Yumin" and the "child," the situation would be out of control.

Mengmeng's past is a ticking time bomb. And before that happens, he must take complete control of it.

At that moment, Xie Yumin was being escorted to the hospital by a special car.

This is an all-black bulletproof SUV, equipped with a first-aid kit and positioning equipment. Two bodyguards sat on either side of the front seat, looking vigilant throughout.

Xie Yumin remained silent. Her hands gripped the edge of the seat tightly, her lips were pale, and her forehead was still damp with cold sweat.

As soon as the car arrived at the hospital, the hospital security guards and doctors who were already waiting immediately cleared the passageway.

She rushed out of the car, not even waiting for the elevator, and ran straight up the stairs. The wind whistled in her ears, and her heels clicked rapidly on the steps.

As soon as the VIP ward door opened, he rushed inside.

"Mother!!!"

A familiar and delicate voice, choked with sobs, struck her heart.

Xie Yumin rushed over and pulled Mengmeng into her arms. The little girl curled up into a ball, burying her face in Xie Yumin's shoulder, crying so hard she could hardly breathe.

"Mommy... Waaah... I'm scared... That uncle... Aunt Zhang is bleeding so much..."

“Mommy’s here.” She soothed softly, her voice hoarse and almost broken. “Mommy’s back, baby, don’t be afraid… Mommy won’t let anyone touch you again…”

Aunt Zhang, her head wrapped in gauze, leaned against the hospital bed, her expression weak yet filled with lingering fear. She spoke with difficulty, "Yumian... they came for Mengmeng... thankfully you arrived in time..."

Xie Yumin looked down at the tear-streaked little face in her arms. This was her daughter, her life.

In that instant, a thousand words were condensed into a single tear.

Silently, tears streamed down her face.

The night was deep, and only the low beeping of the medical instruments and the endless silence of the night outside the window remained in the ward.

Xie Yumin gently patted Mengmeng's back, finally coaxing her to sleep. The little girl was exhausted from crying, with tear stains still on her face, but her little hands were tightly gripping her mother's clothes, as if letting go would mean losing the world again.

Xie Yumin's eyes were red and burning, and her fingertips trembled uncontrollably.

She had never felt the fragility of fate as she did at this moment. To love someone to the extreme is to find even breathing painful.

Just then, the spare phone that had been temporarily purchased suddenly lit up in the small bag placed on the bedside table.

She quietly got up, walked out of the ward, stood against the wall at the end of the corridor, and unlocked the screen.

An email suddenly popped up.

The sender is unknown, and the subject line is, "Do you want to be a headline?"

Xie Yumin frowned, slid her fingertips across the screen, and opened the app.

The email body contained no extra embellishments, only a single photo.

It was an extremely clear baby photo. Sunlight streamed through the dappled curtains of the old apartment, and the adorable baby in swaddling clothes grinned. She sat on the sofa, gazing down at the child in her arms, her eyes gentle and her face serene.

In the bottom right corner of the photo is a clear handwritten date.

It was the seventh day after Mengmeng was born.

Xie Yumin loosened her grip, and the phone almost fell to the ground.

On the screen, the cold, impersonal text continued to scroll:

“Miss Xie, be a smart person. Immediately stop all investigations into Miss Ruolan, leave the Gu Group, and disappear from Gu Yinshen and Mengmeng's lives forever.”