The wealthy military officer spoils his wife excessively

Such looks were commonplace for Nie Suwen. She'd been in the industry for several years and was used to them, but ironically, these people seemed even more guilty than she was. This guilt was like a healthy person accidentally bumping into someone with no limbs, or encountering a terminally ill patient in a hospital—they'd rather not look or mention it, feeling somewhat embarrassed. Ever since even Lu Zheng avoided her with that guilty look last time, she dared not turn around again. She was afraid of disturbing the whispers and pointing fingers, thus incurring an awkward situation that no one could forgive.

The truth is, although Lu Zheng didn't want her to know, Su Wen had already secretly gone online to read those news articles when no one was around. The lower a person's moral standards, the more vile the words used to smear her were. Lu Zheng was right after all; ignoring it, even knowing it was self-deception, made life a little easier.

It's no wonder that she ended up being turned against by everyone when she was down. Various voices supporting Yuan Yuquan and speaking out for justice for him began to emerge, including many respected figures in the entertainment industry. The various problems in Nie Suwen's debut experience gradually surfaced, and those who admired and liked her also began to wake up.

Oh, so that's what kind of person she is.

Yes, I should have known long ago, how could she not be that kind of person!

Rising through unspoken rules, ostracizing newcomers, a chaotic private life, drug and organized crime involvement—all sorts of negative terms were suddenly associated with her. Compared to Nie Suwen, Yuan Yuquan's plight received far more attention and sympathy. There are too many injustices in this world, and when inadvertently revealed, they are all the more shocking. A newcomer who debuted at the same time as Nie Suwen, and even more talented, was constantly sidelined due to unfair treatment. Even strangers felt sorry for her and were outraged. Public opinion overwhelmingly supported her demanding justice, as if otherwise, she would become a victim of the next dirty deal. Even impartial media outlets got involved; this small incident sparked a widespread discussion about unspoken rules in society.

However, Yuan Yuquan did not stand on the moral high ground of public opinion and throw stones at Nie Suwen, who was trapped in the well, as if it were only natural. She remained quiet in the eye of the storm.

Today is a celebration reception for the new directors of Huayi Brothers.

After returning from Yanbei, Lu Zheng sat in the driver's car, resting with his eyes closed. As they approached the company's intersection, the road to the underground parking lot was congested due to the evening rush hour, and the parking lot security guards were working hard to direct traffic.

Assistant Xu turned around from the front passenger seat and asked him softly, "Mr. Lu, have you decided on your date for tonight's party? Should I send someone to deliver the dress to Mrs. Lu?"

Assistant Xu had followed Lu Zheng for many years and was also an outstanding company manager in the eyes of headhunters. This time, when he heard that Lu Zheng had made a comeback, he took the initiative to resign from his well-paying job and come back.

Lu Zheng didn't treat him like an outsider. He didn't open his closed eyes, but just gently shook his head.

Assistant Xu knew he had other plans and didn't ask any further questions.

Just then, a police whistle blared from the car window, signaling that someone had illegally overtaken another vehicle. Despite the heavy traffic, the red BMW 7 Series moved with impunity, weaving left and right through the congested area. The stylish car, coupled with its disdainful driving skills, drew attention from onlookers.

The red BMW stopped under the obstruction of traffic police. The driver got out of the car first and argued with the traffic police without any fear. In a short while, a crowd of onlookers gathered around, making the already congested road even more congested.

The driver and Assistant Xu, growing impatient, rolled down the car window to watch the commotion.

A cold draft blew into the car, and Lu Zheng frowned slightly. He opened his eyes and looked at the farce unfolding over there through the car window.

Just as the driver and the traffic police were arguing, the other door of the BMW opened, and a tall man in a black trench coat got out of the car. In stark contrast to his weathered and cold style, he was holding a little girl in a pink tulle dress. She looked to be only three or four years old, with two pigtails on her head. She was fair-skinned and tender, and sat in the man's arms, playing with a colorful ball in her hand.

Hao Haiyun frowned and snapped, "Xiao Liu, what are you arguing about? Renren wants to watch Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf. If you delay any longer, the movie will start."

Upon hearing this, the man who had been arguing fiercely with the traffic police immediately changed his expression, bowing and scraping the back of his head: "Brother Yun, I'm not arguing with him, but this traffic policeman is so inconsiderate. He doesn't even recognize Brother Yun's license plate and insists on giving me a ticket."

As they were talking, the little girl sitting on Hao Haiyun's arm choked on the dust in the crowd and sneezed loudly. The ball in her hand accidentally fell to the ground and rolled far away.

The little girl panicked and cried out, "Daddy Yun, ball—ball—"

Hao Haiyun quickly bent down and put the little girl down, coaxing her, "Renren, don't worry, let Uncle Liu get the ball back for you." Then he yelled at Xiao Liu, "Aren't you going to get Renren's ball back right now?"

Xiao Liu responded and tried to leave, but the persistent traffic cop grabbed his clothes and wouldn't let go. Xiao Liu was so anxious that he almost started a fight with him in the street, but Hao Haiyun glared at him and stopped him.

Just as the adults were at an impasse, little Renren chased after the rolling colorful ball and ran off, wobbling along.

Lu Zheng's gaze followed the ball slowly rolling towards him and then shifted to the little girl.

She was a very beautiful girl, with fair skin and soft, delicate hands and feet like a water doll. Lu Zheng's initial surprise upon seeing Hao Haiyun had long been replaced by the girl's gradual approach. He wondered if it was just his imagination, but he increasingly felt that the girl's eyes resembled someone else's.

He opened the car door.

Just as Ren Ren was about to grab the unruly ball with both hands and feet, Lu Zheng had already taken the lead, bending down to scoop up the colorful ball from the ground.

Renren looked up at him in surprise. Her big, watery eyes were like two black grapes, so beautiful that it was hard to look directly at them.

Lu Zheng felt as if he had been bewitched by those eyes. He frowned slightly and studied the girl's face more intently.

Renren, however, was completely oblivious, and looked up at him with her little face, asking, "Who are you?"

Lu Zheng bent down, handed the ball back to her, and asked, "Is the person holding you your father?"

Renren happily picked up the ball, glanced back at Hao Haiyun who was talking to Uncle Liu and the traffic police, and said proudly, "That's my Yun Dad, he's really amazing."

Lu Zheng's chest tightened, and then, with a mixture of urgency and caution, he asked, "Then who is your mother?"

Renren raised her face and said, "That's my mom."

"What's her name?" Lu Zheng asked immediately afterward.

Renren got annoyed by his questions and said in a slightly sharp tone, "Dad calls her Susu."

Lu Zheng's outstretched hand, which was about to touch the little girl's head, froze halfway. Even Assistant Xu, who was sitting in the front row, turned around suspiciously.

He quickly wiped away the turmoil in his eyes, then placed his hand on the little girl's, taking her small hand and examining her carefully, up and down, back and forth—

He thought and thought that if he and Susu had a daughter, she would probably be as beautiful and cute as the little girl in front of him.

The more he looked into those eyes, the more they seemed to resemble hers. Suppressing the turmoil in his heart, he asked her in a trembling voice, "What's your name...?"

He unconsciously tightened his grip on the little girl's hand, ignoring her cries of pain as she tried to shake off his hand. Lu Zheng suddenly realized this and quickly let go.

"sorry."

The little girl's fair face was scrunched up, and her bright eyes were filled with tears.

Lu Zheng felt guilty; he shouldn't have taken his anger out on a child. He casually pulled off a pendant from the car; it was a cartoon doll that a certain fast-food chain had given him when he ordered lunch at the meeting at noon. Apparently, the designs were different each time, and you could collect a set of eight.

Renren clearly liked it, and immediately stopped crying and started laughing: "How did you know I was only one short of completing the set?"

Lu Zheng forced a smile and touched her hair.

"My name is Renren." The little girl looked up at him.

Not far away, Hao Haiyun had already resolved the dispute with the traffic police and looked over. When their eyes met Lu Zheng's, both of them simultaneously composed themselves.

Ren Yi, holding a ball in one hand and a small toy in the other, called out "Yun Dad—" and ran back.

"Dad, I've made a new friend over there—wait, where's the uncle who gave me the doll?"

Lu Zheng had already closed the car door and shut the windows.

Hao Haiyun squatted down again and hugged Renren in her arms: "Didn't I teach you not to talk to strangers?"

"But Uncle is a good person."

Hao Haiyun poked her soft cheek: "Can you tell the difference between a good person and a bad person?"

“Yun’s father is a good person, Liu’s uncle is a good person, and so are Dad and Mom. They are all good people.”

Hao Haiyun shook her head helplessly: "Who taught you to be so sweet-talking?"

Xiao Liu, who was driving in front, chuckled and said, "Is that even a question? Of course, I learned it from Brother Feng."

Renren simply tossed her little head up and said, "Dad said that if you have to be sweet-talking, Mom won't get angry."

These two, father and daughter, are completely in cahoots.

The driver quickly parked the car, and Assistant Xu pressed the elevator button to wait. At that moment, the sound of hurried footsteps in high heels approached.

Assistant Xu recognized the person and greeted her, "Miss Yuan."

Ignoring Assistant Xu beside him, Yuan Yuquan looked directly at Lu Zheng and said, "I have something to say to you."

Lu Zheng glanced at her indifferently: "Miss Yuan has a mouth to say, and no one can stop you from speaking."

Yuan Yuquan was furious. "Fine, you want me to say it here? Then I'll say it to your face."