But for John, who was brushed aside by Leng Mohao without a second thought, things were not so easy.
Mrs. Qian glared at him with a severe expression, interrogating him sternly: "Tell , what is going on?"
Earlier, the Leng Family’s driver had coldly delivered the child to her door, and her gut told her that sothing was seriously wrong. Why was the delivery done by soone else, and not her daughter?
Where had she gone? If she was still at the Leng household, why send the child back here?
Wasn’t this contradictory?
She had wanted to ask a few questions, but the driver left without saying a word.
Her heart was pounding with unease; could it be that her daughter had done sothing wrong to offend the Leng Family?
But then again, that didn’t make sense either—after all, John was still their child. Sending him back like this, might it an they no longer wanted him?
John stood timidly beside the sofa, not daring to lift his head and et his grandmother’s eyes.
His mommy had been taken away by the police, and he didn’t even know whose child he was. These were things he couldn’t bear to tell his grandmother.
He was terrified, afraid that even she might cast him out of the house, turning him into a holess child.
So for now, he gritted his teeth and endured!
Waiting for soone to co and take him away, maybe his mommy—or perhaps that elderly man...
Mrs. Qian grew angrier as she watched John keep pressing his lips together without uttering a single word. She gave him a hard shove: "Are you mute, child? Speak up!"
John felt a pang of pain, and his eyes reddened as he replied in a pitifully quiet voice: "Grandma, I don’t know anything! Mommy left with soone else. That great-grandpa said he’d co back to get in a few days!"
Mrs. Qian let out a sigh of relief. As long as soone was coming to take him, that was fine. She couldn’t afford to raise such a child. Her own family was struggling to survive.
"Then do you know who your mom left with?" She pressed on, deeply displeased with her daughter. What kind of ga was she playing, abandoning her child and leaving with soone else? How could she call herself a mother?
John shook his head, his eyes rimd with red. "Grandma! I’m sleepy!"
The words Mrs. Qian had been preparing to say remained unspoken. Seeing the child looking so pitiful softened her heart a bit. Her son had been married for years without having a child—sotis she thought it might be nice to be fond of this boy.
But whenever thoughts of her daughter’s unwed pregnancy and childbirth surfaced, she couldn’t bring herself to like him.
The boy hadn’t had it easy; he was quite pitiable. Glancing at the clock, she realized it was getting late. If her son and daughter-in-law hadn’t been out, she herself would have gone to bed long ago.
"Fine! Go sleep!" Mrs. Qian nudged John, guiding him to sleep in her room.
Finally lying in bed, John waited for his grandma to turn off the lights and for the sound of her snoring to fill the room before he dared to quietly cry into his blanket.
What exactly had Mommy done? Why had those people taken her away?
Was it really as Mommy had said—a conspiracy by those people?
What was true? What was false? Who should he believe?
When Grandpa, Grandma, and Dad were revealed not to be his real kin, he fell into a deep confusion. Who was he, really? And what would happen to him in the future? Who would take responsibility for him?
He couldn’t stay at Grandma’s house. If Uncle and Aunt had been ho, they likely would have pressed him for answers right away.
Through the pale curtains, he looked out at the pitch-black night beyond, his brows knitted tightly. How was Mommy doing right now?
At this hour, the person weighing heavily on his mind—Qian Rouxuan—was facing relentless rounds of interrogation in the station’s interrogation room, her emotions teetering at the brink of collapse.
Qian Rouxuan bitterly regretted everything. Had she known things would turn out like this, she would never have acted recklessly. She was fully aware that it would be difficult to find evidence for the events of so many years ago.
But this ti was different. She had found people through Luo Yang, and those people, faced with such tactics, had no backbone. Each one desperately wanted to confess everything in hopes of a more lenient punishnt.
At this mont, she could only imagine. Her greatest worry was John’s fate.
She never suspected Leng Mochen would suddenly produce a paternity test report, turning the tables!
In the end, she was taken away like this, and John, still so young—where would he be sent?
She couldn’t count on Mrs. Leng; her not hitting or scolding the child would already be a rcy. How could she possibly take him back?
Leng Mochen and Li Si were even less likely to; and Leng Mohao would never willingly admit anything—he would undoubtedly be the first to cut ties.
Now, the only hope was that Mr. Leng Sr., seeing John as part of the Leng Family, would take him in, ensuring he’d have a better life.
If John were ultimately sent back to her parents’ ho, the child would surely suffer. Thinking of her brother and sister-in-law’s attitudes, she clenched her teeth hard.
Especially when she thought about how, once her aunt learned her cousin’s troubles stemd from her own actions, she would undoubtedly stir up chaos at her house. Given her mother’s nature, she would surely despise Qian Rouxuan.
And John... poor child! Mommy is sorry for you!
Qian Rouxuan’s heart was a swirling ss, filled with emotions ranging from anger at herself for her carelessness to deep regret for not planning a better way out for her son.
If it were in the past, she might have been able to ask Yin Qi for help. Unfortunately, that was no longer possible...
At five in the morning, overwheld by the relentless pressure, Qian Rouxuan confessed everything.
Not only did she lay out the details of recent events, but she also revealed everything about the old case. Out of fear that the truth would co to light, she had acted first and had soone commit that cri.
At this mont, Heizi finally understood the aning behind the painting Su ng had created all those years ago.
The reason was that Su ng had accidentally witnessed her and Han Mingzhe’s illicit affair. Out of fear that Su ng might expose them...
At the ti, Su ng had a falling-out with Long Wu, and Qian Rouxuan had secretly orchestrated everything, seizing the opportunity to have the cri carried out.
This created the illusion that Su ng hadn’t gone missing but had simply left in sadness.
By doing so, no one would suspect her.
Ultimately, she succeeded.
If Su ng hadn’t miraculously survived her fall from the cliff years ago and reappeared in Long Wu’s eyes, this case might have truly remained unresolved forever.
Who would have imagined that the naless skeletal remains beneath the cliff belonged to their beloved Su ng—the one who had been searched for tirelessly?
In another room, Heizi watched the interrogation unfold, wanting badly to rush in and beat her up. This woman, driven by selfish desires, had hidden her ugly cris, showing complete disregard for others’ lives. She absolutely could not be let off lightly.
Still, he knew that once the case was handed over to the prosecution, her sentence would likely be controlled at ten years or less.
Nevertheless, he believed in karma: Qian Rouxuan’s life would never be easy again. For starters, Long Wu would never forgive her...
With the resolution of this case, Heizi was invigorated—not only had this been closure for Su ng, but it also eased one of the heavy burdens weighing on his heart.
This was a significant day in his career.
Not bothering to check the ti, he picked up the phone and dialed Long Wu’s number. After a lengthy pause, the groggy Long Wu finally picked up, responding with a simple "Hmm."
Listening to Heizi’s rapid relay of information—even as Heizi rushed to hang up—Long Wu felt a mix of anger and urgency. Beside him, Su ng, who had been sleeping soundly, was already awakened by the commotion.
She had spent the entire night caring for Long Wu. Exhausted, she rembered falling asleep at the edge of his bed. But now, upon waking up, she found herself lying in bed instead.
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