Transmigrated into a vicious stepmother, striving to raise the little villain

Mo Jingyu led Mei Lan into the restaurant. Warm yellow lights shone on the tables, creating a cozy atmosphere. Mei Lan, full of curiosity, couldn't help but lean closer to Mo Jingyu and whisper, "You've even booked the celebration banquet? Are you so sure Zhou Yu will sign?"

Mo Jingyu's lips curled up slightly, revealing a confident smile. She reached up and neatly tied up her loose hair, saying unhurriedly, "Sister Mei, you know Zhou Yu much better than I do. He only managed to get by by marrying into the family, yet he still dared to cheat on his wife. What's even more outrageous is that the other woman was another man. If this gets out, Zhou Yu will definitely be in deep trouble."

Mei Lan nodded thoughtfully, "That's true, but rumors say Zhou Xinran is love-struck. What if she's easily fooled by Zhou Yu's words? That would be terrible."

“Zhou Xinran may be love-struck, but that doesn’t mean she’s brainless. Even if she’s really confused, there’s still Grandpa Zhou here. So, to be on the safe side, the information we release must completely expose Zhou Yu’s flaws, leaving him no chance to make excuses.” After Mo Jingyu finished speaking, seeing that Mei Lan hadn’t responded for a while, she gently patted her shoulder and called out twice.

Mei Lan then came to her senses and asked with a puzzled look, "So you want to..."

Mo Jingyu snapped her fingers playfully, a sly glint in her eyes, and said, "Bingo, just as you thought. The confidentiality agreement we signed only covers the evidence of his infidelity, not the evidence of his pimping. After dinner, go back to the company and pack up, I'll go directly to the police station to submit the evidence."

After finishing their meal, the two tacitly split up. Mo Jingyu got into the car, the engine roared to life, and the car sped towards the police station.

As soon as Mei Lan appeared in the company, she heard Lin Yan's shrill and smug voice, "Oh, Sister Mei, you're back to pack up, huh? Don't worry, I've packed everything for you. This office is mine now." Mei Lan looked up and saw her office supplies haphazardly piled in several boxes next to the trash can. Her expression remained unchanged as she silently walked forward, squatted down, and began searching to see if any important items were missing.

Lin Yan followed slowly behind Mei Lan, still grumbling, "Mei Lan, why did you have to talk back to the boss? Boss Zhou is such a good person, look at him, now he's lost his job."

Mei Lan raised an eyebrow, thinking: Is this how Zhou Yu fabricated stories with Lin Yan? Well, how could someone like him talk about being manipulated by his subordinates?

Mei Lan completely ignored Lin Yan, which made Lin Yan even angrier. She felt like she had punched a cotton ball, with no way to vent her energy.

She lunged forward, grabbed Meilan's arm tightly, and yanked her to her feet. Shouting, "Meilan, stop pretending to be so high and mighty! You've lost your job, and you're still putting on airs. Didn't you have enough of that act back in school?!"

Mei Lan simply stood there quietly, her eyes cold and aloof, not uttering a word, just watching Lin Yan's furious face. Lin Yan, seeing Mei Lan's indifferent expression, became even more enraged. "Hmph, Mei Lan, you've already been fired by the boss. I'd like to see how you're going to pretend now!"

Mei Lan remained calm and casually replied with an "Oh." Her colleagues, who were watching the scene unfold, desperately tried to suppress their laughter, their faces flushed red, wanting to laugh but daring not to utter a sound.

Lin Yan noticed the strange looks from everyone, glared at them fiercely, then turned to Mei Lan and said ruthlessly, "You wait, Mei Lan, let's see what you can use to fight me in the future!" After saying that, she stomped her high heels and stormed off.

Seeing that the "shrew" had finally left, her colleagues gathered around to comfort Mei Lan. Mei Lan simply smiled gently and responded softly. In her view, being misunderstood and forced to resign might actually be a good thing; being in the victim's position might give her some leverage later on.

At the police station, the young policeman asked uncertainly, "Ms. Mo, are you here to report your boss?" Mo Jingyu immediately corrected him, "My former boss."

After Mo Jingyu and Mei Lan parted ways, she drove straight to the police station. Coincidentally, the same two police officers who received her last time were there.

The young policeman took the evidence handed to him by Mo Jingyu, and after flipping through a few pages, his face turned red with anger. He clenched his fists, his eyes filled with fury, wishing he could rush out and arrest Zhou Yu immediately. "This is outrageous! It's utterly lawless!"

The older policeman was much calmer. He turned around, took a cup of hot tea from the water dispenser, and handed it to Mo Jingyu. His face was full of gratitude as he said, "Ms. Mo, thank you so much for contributing such a crucial part to our country's efforts to combat organized crime and prostitution."

Mo Jingyu quickly accepted the teacup with both hands, took a small sip, and said sincerely, "Not at all. Providing evidence to the authorities is simply my duty. Now that I have this information, I naturally have to actively report it. Oh, right, there's this too." As she spoke, Mo Jingyu handed over the confidentiality agreement, helplessly spreading her hands, and continued, "This is the confidentiality agreement we signed back then, so I can't give you this evidence. It's not that I intentionally concealed it; I'm simply bound by the agreement."

The veteran policeman nodded, adjusted his glasses, and said with an understanding look, "Ms. Mo, we understand. Once an agreement is signed, it has legal effect. You did nothing wrong. It's alright. With what you've given us, we can dig deeper and won't let any clues slip by."

Mo Jingyu smiled and said, "Thank you for your understanding. I was worried that you would misunderstand and think I hadn't reported it." The young policeman patted his chest and assured her, "Ms. Mo, you can rest assured. We police officers are the most impartial. With your cooperation and sense of justice, we certainly won't misunderstand you."

The young policeman handed the evidence to the older officer, who examined it carefully. The paper detailed Zhou Yu's dirty tricks, how he solicited customers, how he negotiated prices, and how he collected payments—all written down clearly.

The victims involved include not only young women but also men. Some were coerced or lured, while others were unaware of the dangers, but all ended up deeply entangled in this criminal industry chain.

Mo Jingyu frowned, looking worried. Zhou Yu was just a small supplier in this industry chain, but the people involved behind him were complicated and powerful.

She wasn't sure how well the law was enforced in this fictional world, and she was worried that she might run into powerful and influential people who could obstruct her case. If that happened, she wouldn't mind swallowing her pride and asking Jiang Zhiyan for help; she just wanted all those disgusting human traffickers to come to justice.

The old policeman looked at the evidence, his eyes growing colder. He knew in his heart that Zhou Yu was just one link in the chain, and if the investigation were to continue, who knew how many scandals of wealthy families would be exposed.

Seeing the worry on Mo Jingyu's face, the old policeman solemnly promised, "Ms. Mo, please rest assured, China has always cracked down on such heinous industrial chains and will never leave any hidden dangers. The evidence you provided is very useful, and we will definitely do our best to investigate it thoroughly and will never bend the law for personal gain."

Looking into the unwavering light in the old policeman's eyes, Mo Jingyu felt a surge of familiarity, as if she had returned to her original world and seen those fearless guardians of justice. The weight that had been hanging over her finally lifted; she firmly believed that the outcome she desired would come sooner or later.

Mo Jingyu then handed over the USB drive containing the evidence, saying, "There are also a few key videos on here. You two can take a look."

The old policeman took it, plugged it into the computer, and turned it on. On the screen, boys and girls with terrified faces and numb eyes were displayed like lambs to the slaughter, laid out like merchandise in front of the bosses for them to choose from.

Watching this scene, Mo Jingyu felt it was too surreal, like an absurd drama. But such things didn't only exist in this world; they also existed in her original world, only they were hidden too deeply. She used to be a 996 office worker and had no access to these things.

What we know and see is only the surface.

As Mo Jingyu walked out of the police station, she saw the words "National Outstanding Police Officer - Ouyang Zhenhua" on the honor roll, with the old policeman in a photo next to him. She stopped, turned around, and sincerely said goodbye, "Officer Ouyang, I believe in you, and I believe in the country."

This trust in the country was already ingrained in Mo Jingyu's bones. On the way home, Mo Jingyu looked at the street scenes rushing past the car window, her heart filled with a familiar and comforting feeling of home.

Ouyang Zhenhua stood there, watching Mo Jingyu's departing figure until she was out of sight, before turning and walking back to his workstation. As he passed the wall of honor, a bitter smile appeared on his lips, and he said softly to the young policeman Xiao Lu, "Xiao Lu, get to work. We can't let our guard down for a moment while protecting the country."

Officer Lu nodded solemnly, his face full of a sense of mission, his expression suggesting he was ready to go through fire and water for justice at any moment. Ouyang Zhenhua watched, feeling both gratified and amused. He reached out and patted Lu on the shoulder, and the two then got to work together.