After returning home with the child, her ex-husband knelt down and gently coaxed her.

"hiss--"

Cheng Wanwan gasped softly; a small cut had appeared on her finger, and blood was oozing out.

"Oops, how could you be so careless?"

Han Yun quickly picked up her finger to check the wound, and then immediately ordered the servant to fetch the medicine box.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Han Yun asked, looking at her slightly pale face. "You were helping Mom with flower arranging, but you seemed distracted the whole time."

In the time it takes to arrange flowers, Cheng Wanwan either puts them in the wrong vase, cuts the wrong branches, or hurts her hand.

"It's okay, Mom." Cheng Wanwan forced a smile. "I probably just had too many dreams last night and didn't sleep well."

The maid brought a first-aid kit to treat her wounds. Han Yun glanced into the room and asked, "Where's Cao Han?"

If Wanwan were to accidentally get injured, Cao Han would always be the first to come and treat her with a first-aid kit. Why haven't I seen him today?

Upon hearing this name, Cheng Wanwan's hand trembled slightly.

The maid, thinking she was in pain, quickly apologized and then replied to Han Yun, "It seems Sister Cao went out; I haven't seen her all day."

"You went out?" Han Yun muttered. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Just then, the roar of a motorcycle came from the gate.

With a loud bang, the gate of the Cheng Mansion was kicked open, and a motorcycle drove in, screeching as it came to a stop at the bottom of the steps outside the main hall.

The maid's address of "Young Master Xi Yan" made Cheng Wanwan's face turn even paler.

She was about to leave feeling guilty when a tall figure walked in, carrying a motorcycle helmet and exuding a menacing aura.

"Lu Xiyan?"

When Han Yun saw him, her expression was displeased. "Your engagement with Wanwan has already been canceled, what are you doing here?"

Lu Xiyan's face was frighteningly cold, and his icy eyes fell on Cheng Wanwan.

With a "thud," the helmet in his hand slammed down at Cheng Wanwan's feet, almost hitting her. Startled, she screamed and stumbled backward.

"Where is Cao Han?"

He asked in a cold voice.

"Lu Xiyan, what are you doing?"

Han Yun quickly shielded her daughter behind her, "Do you all think our Cheng family is easy to bully? First it was that arrogant girl Anning, then her haughty aunt, and now it's you! Aren't you afraid the old man will break your legs!"

Lu Xiyan ignored her, stepped forward, and stared at Cheng Wanwan with cold eyes. "I'll ask you one more time, where did Cao Han go? Where did she take An Ning?"

"Cao Han took An Ning away?" Han Yun thought to herself, as if she'd heard a joke. "What would she do with An Ning? She—Wanwan!"

Before she could finish speaking, Cheng Wanwan behind her was yanked away, choked, and slammed against the wall.

"Cheng Wanwan!" Lu Xiyan's patience was wearing thin. He exuded a murderous aura, tightening his grip on her neck as he gritted his teeth and said, "I'll ask you one more time, where did Cao Han take An Ning!"

Cheng Wanwan's face turned pale as she was being choked. She never imagined that the man she had loved for over twenty years would one day try to strangle her.

She had never discovered that Lu Xiyan, who was always aloof and taciturn, could have such a violent side.

She seemed to barely recognize him.

With red eyes, she managed to say with difficulty, "I...don't...know."

"Lu Xiyan, have you gone mad!"

Han Yun's expression changed drastically, and she made a move to hit Lu Xiyan, but he grabbed her wrist.

Han Yun missed slapping him across the face, and yelled, "What does Cao Han taking An Ning have to do with my daughter! If you dare touch my daughter, I won't let you get away with it!"

The grip on Cheng Wanwan loosened, and her legs went weak, causing her to fall to the ground and cough violently.

Lu Xiyan gripped Han Yun's wrist, his eyes sharp. "Your daughter? You'd better find out who your daughter is first!"

Upon hearing this, Cheng Wanwan's eyes widened suddenly, and her face turned deathly pale.

Han Yun was taken aback by his gaze and suddenly stammered, "W-what do you mean?"

Have you heard the story of "The Prince Replaced by a Civet Cat"?

Lu Xiyan flung her hand away and pointed at Cheng Wanwan, "The raccoon is here, where's the Crown Prince?"

Han Yun staggered, almost losing her balance. She looked at Lu Xiyan in disbelief, then at Cheng Wanwan, "What...what, a switcheroo?"

Lu Xiyan didn't have time to tell her stories. He turned and glared at Cheng Wanwan. "You better pray that Anning is alright, otherwise, you and Cao Han and her daughter will die in prison for the rest of your lives."

Just then, a police car arrived at the Cheng Mansion with its siren blaring.

Li Jun got out of the car with several police officers in uniform. After showing their identification, they said to Han Yun, "Mrs. Cheng, we are from the Criminal Investigation Brigade of the Municipal Public Security Bureau. Your nanny, Cao Han, is suspected of hit-and-run. According to the investigation, the possibility of intentional homicide cannot be ruled out. We are now arresting her in accordance with the law. Please cooperate."

Did Cao Han commit intentional homicide?

Han Yun was completely stunned. "I...I don't know where she went. She's not at the Cheng Mansion..."

Just then, Li Jun's phone rang.

After finishing the call, he suddenly looked at Lu Xiyan, "Miss An's location has been found!"

......

"Waaah—"

From the balcony of the seventeenth floor came a sound of despair.

He wanted to call for help, but couldn't speak.

He tried to struggle, but his hands and feet were bound.

At this moment, most of Anning's body was hanging on the low wall, like a bird that had lost its balance. With the slightest movement, she would be smashed to pieces.

She had tried to die too many times in the past four years, and she wasn't afraid.

She never imagined that one day she would die at the hands of her own mother.

She had wanted to struggle, but suddenly she had no strength left to struggle.

A chill ran through her, and she closed her eyes in despair.

Cao Han is right. She was given this life by Cao Han, and now Cao Han wants it back. She has nothing to say.

It's just a little regrettable that she didn't have time to say goodbye to Lu Xiyan.

Her departure four years ago hurt him so much, shattering him time and time again.

If he leaves without saying goodbye again this time, will he be heartbroken once more?

She didn't want to see Lu Xiyan cry; when he cried, she felt worse than if she were dying.

She wanted to tell him to live well and raise their child.

An Ning felt reassured entrusting An Xian to him.

She knew that Lu Xiyan was a good father, and no matter whether he remarried in the future, he would never mistreat Xianxian.

An Ning opened her bloodshot eyes and looked down at the ground dozens of meters below.

Cao Han chose a good location.

She's right. If she goes down from here, she'll lose all sensation as soon as she closes her eyes.

Well, she had long wanted to end this life of constant wandering.

The hands that were tightly bound behind his back suddenly loosened their grip, clearly indicating a desire to die.

Cao Han stood by the wall, the wind sweeping across the lines on her face, her eyes slightly moist.

She began, "My Wanwan, Mom... is gone."