Shocking! A three-year-old brings his aloof mother to their door.

She pushed open the car door, her slender high heels clicking crisply and steadily on the ground.

Almost as soon as her feet touched the ground, the woman—Quan Zhenyu—pounced on her like an enraged female beast, her fingers outstretched, sharp nails aimed straight for He Wanqing's beautiful face, hurling filthy curses:

"You bitch! Give me back my daughter! I'll scratch you to death!"

He Wanqing's eyes turned cold, and she subtly slid half a step to the side and back, her movements as elegant as a dance, yet she precisely avoided the chaotic attack.

Quan Zhenyu exerted too much force, missed his target, stumbled, and lost control of his plump body, falling flat on his face with a "thud."

Ouch! My knee!

Quan Zhenyu propped himself up and saw that his knee was scraped and bleeding, covered in dirt. He immediately patted the wound and raised his voice:

"Murder! A rich person ran someone over with their car and then assaulted them!"

The security guards at the entrance of the He Group had already noticed the commotion and quickly ran out to stand in front of He Wanqing, their faces serious.

"Mr. He! I'm sorry, it was our oversight!" He said, and was about to subdue the woman who was throwing a tantrum on the ground.

"No need." He Wanqing raised her hand, her voice cold and calm, without a trace of anger. "It's none of your business."

Her gaze fell on the woman's face, and in a flash, she had guessed the woman's identity with a high degree of accuracy—such appearance, such demeanor, such hatred, who else could it be but Zhou Xuechong's supposedly domineering and shrewish mother?

Seeing the security guard's respectful attitude towards He Wanqing, Quan Zhenyu became even more certain of his target.

Far from being afraid, she sat down on the ground, pounding her hands on the earth, adopting the posture of a country mourner, her voice so shrill it could pierce eardrums:

"Everyone, come and see! Be the judge! The big boss of the He Group is bullying me, an old woman with no power or influence, just because he's rich and powerful!"

My son and daughter have both been put in prison! I can't live anymore!

Is there no justice left in this world?!

That roar was like a boulder thrown into calm water.

Located in a bustling commercial district, the He Group instantly attracted countless eyes.

Passersby stopped to watch, and office workers slowed their pace, their eyes filled with curiosity, curiosity, and excitement.

"The He Group? A beautiful female CEO?"

"Something's happened? Big news?"

"Quick, take a picture!"

Mobile phone cameras are springing up like mushrooms after rain.

Quan Zhenyu caught a glimpse of this out of the corner of his eye and secretly sneered.

She doesn't understand grand principles, but she deeply understands a kind of fundamental "wisdom":

Those who run businesses and are big bosses are most afraid of ruining their reputation, and most afraid of this kind of barefoot, fearless commotion.

network?

video?

Although she didn't know how to use it, she knew that this thing could make rich people "save face".

Looking at the farce that had suddenly escalated before her eyes, and the growing number of onlookers holding up their phones, He Wanqing's expression turned even colder.

A barely perceptible, extremely cold smile curved her lips.

"Are you Zhou Xuechong's mother?" she asked, her voice not loud, but strangely overpowering Quan Zhenyu's dry howling, clearly reaching everyone's ears.

Quan Zhenyu's crying stopped abruptly, then she screamed even louder: "So what if it is!"

Even if my daughter has made a thousand mistakes, you can't send her to prison!

"You rich people, with your officials protecting each other, how can ordinary people like us possibly fight against you! You're just trying to force my whole family to their deaths!"

She deliberately emphasized the narrative of "rich vs. common people" and "oppression vs. resistance" in an attempt to incite the simple sympathy and indignation of onlookers.

Sure enough, a buzz of discussion began to rise from the crowd.

Some people, either unaware of the situation or already harboring certain emotions, began to whisper among themselves:

"Really? Big companies are bullying ordinary people?"

"She looks quite pretty, how could she be so heartless?"

"The mother is crying like this, she must really be innocent..."

However, several employees from the He Group who rushed over, as well as many white-collar workers who frequently passed by and knew He Wanqing's character, looked indignant:

"Mr. He isn't that kind of person!"

"Don't listen to her nonsense! I've seen this woman before; she was throwing a tantrum and yelling at the driver downstairs earlier!"

"It must be that bad teacher's family member causing trouble!"

He Wanqing took everything in.

What kind of situation hasn't she seen?

The sharp arguments at the negotiating table in the business world, and the undercurrents in the boardroom, are far more sophisticated than this crude and unruly farce.

She slowly took a step forward.

Just one step.

His powerful aura, which he had always possessed and had made decisions on projects worth hundreds of billions, suddenly emanated from him.

It wasn't aggressive, but rather an absolute calm and sense of control, like an iceberg emerging from the sea, instantly silencing the noisy scene.

Many people holding their phones subconsciously held their breath, and even their whispers fell silent.

"First of all," He Wanqing began, her voice clear and cold, like pearls falling onto a plate, each word striking the heart, "I need to clarify a few points."

Her gaze swept across the crowd, finally settling on Quan Zhenyu's face, which was contorted with resentment.

"Those of you here have probably all seen a video online recently about a kindergarten teacher named Zhou Xuechong who forced a three-year-old child to kneel, insulted and beat him, and even scratched the child."

Many people suddenly realized and nodded in agreement. The video was extremely popular, and the methods used were appalling.

"The one on the ground," He Wanqing pointed lightly at Quan Zhenyu with her fingertip, "is the biological mother of that teacher Zhou Xuechong."

"Whoosh—" A murmur rippled through the crowd, and the way they looked at Quan Zhenyu instantly changed.

He Wanqing's voice remained steady, but carried a subtle hint of a mother's heartache and coldness:

"Her daughter is the one who bullied my daughter."

Put yourself in their shoes. If you were a parent, and your child was being mistreated like this by a teacher at school...

Can you stand idly by and watch someone humiliate and hurt you? Can you forgive them?

She paused for a moment, her gaze sweeping over those who had just shown sympathy.

"In this matter, I am first and foremost just an ordinary mother who cannot bear to see her child being harmed."

She spoke these words with particular force, easily shattering the deliberately erected wall between "capitalists" and "ordinary people."

"Zhou Xuechong's actions are evidenced by video footage, witness testimonies, and physical evidence."

She broke the law and harmed young children.

It is not I, He Wanqing, who will punish her, but the law of the country and social justice.

All I did after my child was harmed was to do what any ordinary parent would do—call the police and trust that the law would deliver a fair verdict.

"Secondly," she looked at Quan Zhenyu, her eyes sharp as knives, "she said I 'put' her children in prison."

I, He Wanqing, do not believe I have the ability to be above the law.

The law will not wrong an innocent person, nor will it let a guilty person go unpunished.

Her nonchalant tone, as if using connections and trampling on rules were commonplace, makes one wonder if this kind of thinking has long been ingrained in her family.

She raised her voice slightly and asked everyone:

"Everyone might want to think about why the law specifically took away her son and daughter?"

Instead of the children of everyone here?

Is it because I, He Wanqing, am targeting her family?

Or is it because her children actually did something that crossed the line and harmed others?

The public opinion among onlookers was completely reversed.

"Holy crap! It's that bad teacher's mom!"

I almost fell for her trick!

"Is there always a reason why someone is pitiful? Don't insult the word 'pitiful'!"

Look at her, eating with such gusto, her face glowing, her voice full of energy as she throws a tantrum—where's the pitifulness in that?

"Damn it, I almost got caught up in the hype just now!"

"If anyone dares to bully my son like that, I'll fight to the death to get justice!"

"Mr. He is right! I support calling the police!"

Support legal sanctions!

"This whole family is no good! The older generation is crooked, and the younger generation is crooked too!"

Quan Quanyu was dumbfounded.

She didn't expect that He Wanqing, with just a few words, not only wasn't swayed by public opinion, but instead used the situation to trample her into the mud.

Seeing the disdainful looks from those around her and the continuous filming on their phones, she finally panicked and tried to resort to her old tricks of throwing a tantrum:

"You...you've all been fooled by her! She's rich..."

"Call the police." He Wanqing stopped looking at her and turned to instruct the security captain, her voice regaining its usual businesslike tone:

"Accus her of provoking trouble, endangering public safety, and attempting extortion."

I contacted the company's legal department, prepared the necessary materials, and filed a civil lawsuit to pursue the damages she caused to my personal and company reputation.

Preserve all video evidence.

It was decisive and efficient, without any hesitation or delay.

Dealing with this kind of person with mercy is tantamount to indulgence, which will only cause more innocent people to suffer.

The sound of sirens grew louder as they approached.

When the police actually appeared and handcuffed Tong Zhenyu, she completely collapsed, her last struggle turning into meaningless sobs.

This time, however, the sounds around him were not of sympathy, but of clear applause and cheers.

"Well done, Mr. He!"

"People like this shouldn't be let off the hook!"

"Support Mr. He! He must be severely punished!"

Amidst cheers of support, the sound of sirens grew louder as they approached. Quan Zhenyu finally panicked and tried to repeat her previous tactic of lying down and rolling around, but was sternly stopped by the police officers who quickly arrived.

This time, the onlookers showed no sympathy whatsoever, only a jubilant atmosphere and clear footage recorded on cell phones.

"The whole family is together, reunited." Someone said this, which drew a suppressed chuckle.

He Wanqing didn't linger. She nodded slightly to the police officer, gave him a few brief instructions, and then turned and walked towards the building.

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[I only briefly mentioned Li Chuxue, the female supporting character, in half a chapter, and then I stopped writing about villains altogether. I've realized that people don't really like watching stories about people showing off and getting their faces slapped, and I'm not very good at writing those anyway. Thank you all for watching!]