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"Yes, that's why you're most interested in Zong Zhengqing."

Sheng Xuanling stopped what she was doing and replied in a strange tone.

This really enraged Yan Ran. "I'm getting a divorce from him, and I'm going to... wait, why should I tell you all this?"

"Who knows? Maybe she wants my attention?" Hearing Yan Ran's words, Sheng Xuanling subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief and continued to review the documents on the table. "So, what do you want to talk to me about?"

"Forget about you. I went to the hospital yesterday and found a hidden room in the archives."

"Hmm, what's inside?" Yan Ran's words piqued Sheng Xuanling's interest, and he asked with great interest.

“I found Zhang Xinyi and Shen Yuxin’s medical records. Shen Yuxin’s says ‘Liver match, retrieved,’ and Zhang Xinyi’s says ‘Poverty assistance: injection of new drug X501.’ There are many similar documents, filling an entire room, on every bookshelf.” Yan Ran calmly stated the information she had collected. She found that these things no longer seemed to arouse much of her reaction, but she still felt a deep sense of disgust towards the hypothetical “industrial chain.”

"This... this is a dangerous situation. You should be careful lately and it's best not to go out. They might have already found you." Sheng Xuanling looked at the terms of a contract absentmindedly, but her tone suddenly became serious.

The concern coming from the phone warmed Yan Ran's heart, and she was also a little surprised that this person could speak so kindly.

"Okay, thank you, I'll keep that in mind. Let's stop here for today, and I'll contact you again if I have any news. I have some other things to attend to."

“I also have a bunch of documents to process. I wouldn’t have answered the phone if I didn’t feel sorry for you.”

Sure enough, it was impossible for him to "change his arrogant attitude".

"Well, Mr. Sheng, please continue with your work. I won't bother you any longer." Yan Ran didn't want to argue with him right now, so she smiled calmly and hung up the phone.

Yan Ran placed her phone on the table, closed her eyes, and took a slow, deep breath. After about three minutes, she pursed her lips and, with a somewhat resistant expression, picked up her phone and dialed again: "Hello, is this Aunt Wu? Is Mom home?"

"Yes..." Upon hearing this news, Yan Ran didn't know whether to be happy or regretful.

"I'll be there in about an hour. Please tell my mom for me."

"OK, thanks."

After hanging up the phone, I let out a sigh of relief and leaned back in my chair, staring unfocusedly at the bookshelf, my thoughts drifting far away...

Since entering the Zong family, this reporter, who was not of a good match for Zong Zhengqing, had never been treated well by Zong's mother. No matter what she said or did, she would be scolded. However, she did not want to make things difficult for Zong Zhengqing, so she always tolerated him and believed in Zong Zhengqing's excuse that "just bear with it and things will get better in time." She even resigned at the beginning of her career at Zong's mother's request. Fortunately, she later gave birth to Tangtang, and Zong's mother devoted herself to her granddaughter. Although she still had dissatisfaction with her, she restrained herself somewhat in front of her granddaughter and did not say it openly, but her attitude inexplicably became worse.

But several years have passed?

The relationship not only did not improve, but worsened. No matter how hard she tried to do so, to please her mother-in-law, she had to swallow her anger.

Is it the same as what Zong Zhengqing said? Apart from her own repeated forbearance, there's not a single similarity.

As a husband, a father, and a son, only his son is truly qualified...

That's all in the past now, and she's no longer that robin trapped in a cage.

She took a deep breath, stretched, and then changed her clothes and put on makeup. She took her time to groom herself. Although she no longer cared whether her mother-in-law would say anything to her, she still wanted to present herself in a good manner.

Looking at herself in the mirror, lightly made up, she smiled confidently...

The main residence of the clan.

Although Yan Ran had the key, she didn't open the door. Instead, she silently rang the doorbell outside and waited for someone to open it.

"Thank you, Aunt Wu." After thanking the person who opened the door for her, she quietly walked into her "home."

"You've arrived?" Madam Zong was already waiting for him on the sofa.

"Didn't you say you'd cut all ties with our family and wouldn't come back? You've already taken your things, how dare you still come to our house?"

The matriarch sat on the sofa, not standing up, but looking at her arrogantly.

"Do you want to be a nanny?"

"It's a pity, we wouldn't hire you as a nanny either."

……

One sarcastic remark after another reached Yan Ran's ears, the words becoming increasingly excessive and malicious.

Seeing Yan Ran's silent demeanor, the matriarch was somewhat puzzled. Wasn't she quick-witted and eloquent last time? Why was she so quiet now?

She was, in the end, still that timid, lamb-like woman from a humble background.

Thinking of this, the matriarch raised her chin as she spoke, squinting at Yan Ran with an arrogant expression.

"But your son doesn't want a divorce."

Yan Ran raised her head and looked back at the matriarch calmly, her attitude indifferent, as if she were talking about something unimportant.

The matriarch was somewhat surprised by Yan Ran's response, and frowned as she asked, "What do you mean?"

“What I mean is, I want a divorce, and I want to completely sever all ties with your son and your family.”

He calmly explained the meaning of his words, word by word.

"Ha, but my son doesn't want to break up? What a joke." Unable to bear Yan Ran's calm and equal manner of speaking to her, she interrupted him with a sneer before he could finish speaking, disregarding all the so-called etiquette.

Yan Ran smiled and answered the other party's question in a gentle tone: "Even if you don't want to believe it, this is the truth. I have talked to your son about it many times."

"You said it? Just because you said it doesn't mean I'll believe you." She questioned Yan Ran with a suspicious look.

"I told you, whether you believe it or not, this is the truth. So this is how the main family's tradition is: they only ask questions and don't try to find solutions themselves."

"You..." The matriarch's arrogant attitude suddenly crumbled.

Unable to bear the humiliation, she turned to the kitchen and ordered, "Aunt Wu, bring me the phone."

She accepted the phone with an elegant and calm demeanor, but in reality, she was extremely eager to call and get to the bottom of things because of the embarrassment and anger caused by the constant rebuttals. She skillfully dialed her son's number.

Zong Zhengqing was in a meeting at the company, listening intently to his subordinates' reports, when he suddenly felt his phone vibrate on the conference table. Without thinking, he picked it up, pressed the auto-reply button, and hung up.

"She actually hung up?" Hearing the familiar female voice on the phone, Yan's mother cursed under her breath and glared at Yan Ran, who was still standing silently outside the hallway watching her.

Did you tell him not to answer my calls?