Captain Lu was aloof again today.

After being released from the detention center, Wei Qingsong took several deep breaths of fresh air to dispel the confusion in his heart.

A cool breeze suddenly rose, blowing the stray hairs on her forehead into a mess.

Lu Jingming raised his hand and gently brushed a few stray strands of hair behind her ear, asking in a low voice, "Why do you still seem preoccupied?"

“I’m not 100% sure that Hua Rongchang will cooperate with us,” Wei Qingsong sighed.

The lengthy conversation only added to their winning advantage.

Hua Rongchang ultimately did not make a decision immediately.

"Humans aren't precise machines with algorithms, so there's no need to be so strict with ourselves. We've given him enough time to think it over, and we believe he'll figure it out."

Looking at the sorrow between her brows, Lu Jingming's eyes were filled with heartache.

She puts herself in others' shoes, taking a macro perspective to consider the big picture, working tirelessly, but always neglecting her own exhaustion.

"Indeed, for Hua Rongchang, something as trivial as repentance requires many times more courage."

Wei Qingsong remained in low spirits.

Just now in the interrogation room, she told Hua Rongchang: In Hua Wanjun's heart, he was both her biological father and the murderer of her mother, and that was the crux of her problem.

This extremely contradictory blood relationship is predetermined from the very beginning of life; it is irreplaceable and unchangeable.

Therefore, his complete disappearance from the world cannot end all of this.

He could never gain Hua Wanjun's forgiveness in his lifetime, but he couldn't do nothing. At least he had to take action to atone for his sins and let Hua Wanjun see his repentance.

Twenty-six years have passed, and it's time to move Sheng Chengcheng's lonely grave in Baimu Village. Perhaps it would make Hua Wanjun feel a little better if Sheng Chengcheng returned to a place closer to home.

The saying goes that only a mental illness can be cured by a mental illness. He must personally confess to the crime of killing his wife twenty-six years ago and give Sheng Chengcheng an explanation. Only in this way can things be considered complete.

The vehicle drove smoothly on the asphalt road.

Wei Qingsong leaned against the car window listlessly. The bare deciduous trees on both sides of the road sped past, looking like menacing black monsters in the night, swaying away in the howling night wind.

Lu Jingming appeared to be focused on driving, but he was glancing at his side with concern quite frequently.

Fortunately, there was little traffic at night, otherwise this would have been a truly dangerous driving behavior.

Wei Qingsong suddenly spoke up: "Sometimes I wonder why there is no exam for having a child. A moment of fleeting pleasure is all it takes to decide the birth of a life. And this life, before coming into this world, has no idea what kind of people its parents will be or what kind of life it will face."

"Mm," Lu Jingming responded softly.

He knew that at this moment he didn't need to participate in the discussion; he only needed to be a silent listener.

“In country Y, I once helped my teacher with a social study, interviewing one hundred juvenile delinquents. Among them, 70% had developed extreme negative emotions because they had suffered harm from their families of origin.”

"Among those children, the oldest will be an adult in two months, and the youngest is only eleven years old. Their crimes range from minor offenses like theft and fighting to serious offenses like arson, drug use, rape, and murder. And their parents are either divorced, abusive, or addicted to drugs and prostitution."

The night air was cool, and Wei Qingsong subconsciously placed her hand on her arm.

Lu Jingming glanced at it, then silently pressed the button to roll up the car window.

Wei Qingsong was lost in his own thoughts and didn't notice, continuing:
"It is said that parents are a child's first teacher, but teachers at least need a teaching certificate, while parents do not need any qualifications. Many people are not qualified to be parents at all. They ruin their own lives, and instead of stopping the damage in time, they transfer their pain to their young children."

Some injuries are not physical; there are no wounds, no pain or itching. Yet, the psychological and emotional trauma they leave behind is subtle but lasting, and time cannot erase it.

Wei Qingsong's gaze gradually hardened as she recalled the scene of her and Yan Zhi being investigated together years ago.

Six years ago, Yan Jiqian, dressed in a suit and tie, was quite at ease in front of Interpol: "I don't know why this girl pointed the finger at my son, but on the day of the incident, my family was on vacation. My secretary, driver, and many other people can testify to this. There is no doubt that this girl is lying. I hope you will investigate thoroughly. I will not accept your unfounded accusations against my son."

Before that, Yan Jiqian had met with her alone once, and smiled condescendingly: "Yan Zhi is the heir I value most. I will not allow him to have any blemishes. As for you, I will make it up to you in other ways."

Finally, he calmly took a sip of tea and warned, "Think about your adoptive parents. Do you know what you should and shouldn't say? I don't need to remind you again, do I?"

In her memory, her biological mother, that elegant lady, only cared for Yan Zhi and never gave her a second glance.

That noble and beautiful face, when facing her, had the same kind of meanness as Yan Yun: "Back then, the fortune teller said you were a jinx, that you would only bring disaster to the Yan family, so he sent you away. This time, Old Yan was very kind and made an exception to let you go home, but I didn't expect you to bring such a big trouble. You really are a bad luck ghost."

Yan Yun stood not far away, watching her from afar, a victorious smile on her lips.

This was the blood relationship that was destined from the very beginning of her life, but for her, it was an unfortunate shackle.

No matter the cost, she was determined to tear these shackles to shreds.

The car had stopped on the side of the road at some point.

Lu Jingming suddenly grasped her hand, his warm palm covering her tightly clenched hand, unfolding her pale knuckles one by one, and then clasping them together.

"The probability of being born happy and successful is too small. None of us are lucky ones favored by fate. But Songsong, in this cruel world wrapped in sugar, I will always be there for you."

His tone was gentle yet firm, and his gaze was sincere and focused.

Wei Qingsong looked straight into his deep, ocean-like eyes, and her emotions gradually calmed down.

He always did that, effortlessly dispelling all her fears and anxieties.

"Thank you, Lu Jingming," Wei Qingsong said softly.

Thank you for still being here.

Thank you for illuminating my path, always.

"Are you silly? Why are you thanking me?" Lu Jingming chuckled and reached out to ruffle her hair.

The sudden ringing of the cell phone instantly destroyed the atmosphere inside the car.

Lu Jingming glanced at it; it was an unfamiliar number. He frowned slightly and pressed answer.

"Well, it's me."

Wei Qingsong looked at him in confusion. It was getting late. Who would call Lu Jingming?
The other party seemed to have said a lot, and Lu Jingming's expression grew increasingly serious.

"Okay, we'll head over there now."

Two full minutes passed before the call ended.

"Something happened?" Wei Qingsong asked hurriedly.

"Okay, let's go to the hospital now, I'll tell you on the way."

Lu Jingming jerked the steering wheel, turned the car around, and it sped off into the night like an arrow.