He tricked the female lead into becoming his boyfriend, but then went on to criticize the male lead.

Saturday morning sunlight streamed through the thin curtains, softly bathing the bedding in the bedroom and dispelling the lingering chill of the early morning.

Sang Jiuning woke up slowly, her mind still a little foggy from just waking up, her eyelids heavy.

She threw back the covers and sat up, her vision blurry as she glanced at the edge of the bed and immediately spotted Wanwu standing there obediently.

Still not fully awake, she asked in a hoarse voice, "What time did Dad leave?"

Wanwu looked well-behaved and delicate, her small body standing straight, her voice soft and earnest with the unique earnestness of a child: "Mommy, Daddy left at midnight last night. Before he left, he specifically told me that when he came back, he would prepare a big surprise for you."

Sang Jiuning raised her hand to rub her sleepy eyes and let out a long yawn.

Thankfully, it's Saturday, so I don't have to get up early for my 8 a.m. class.

Normally, given Wen Zhaoci's antics, she would definitely be rushing to the teaching building with dark circles under her eyes today.

She leaned down slightly, reaching out to hug the sweet little one, but as she exerted force, she truly felt his heavy weight and couldn't help but chuckle, "Wanwu, how come you're so heavy? It's hard to even hug you."

What could the little robot possibly think upon hearing this?

She seemed shy from being praised, yet tilted her little face up, her tone firm and proud: "Of course! Because I'm the most important person in my parents' hearts."

Sang Jiuning's heart softened at its sweet talk, and she gently rubbed the top of its head with her fingertips: "Your little mouth is getting better and better at talking."

"My dad taught me all of that!" Wanwu blurted out without hesitation.

Sang Jiuning's heart stirred, and a layer of subtle longing quietly spread through her heart.

Sure enough, he couldn't stop talking about Wen Zhaoci.

On the very first day of Wen Zhaoci's business trip, she seemed to already be thinking about him.

As she packed her things to go back to school, Wanwu carefully reminded her, "Mom, remember to tell Dad your plans before you go out. He already told you."

Sang Jiuning chuckled and nodded: "I won't forget. Stay home obediently."

She took out her phone and skillfully sent a WeChat message to Wen Zhaoci, simply telling him that she needed to go back to school.

She guessed that he should still be on the plane at this time.

The screen remained silent, without any reply notifications, which only deepened the longing in my heart.

After putting her phone away, Sang Jiuning walked out of the apartment building.

The streets weren't crowded in the early morning, and the breeze was gentle.

She walked to the breakfast stall at the intersection and bought a steaming hot scallion pancake for breakfast.

Just as she turned around with the shopping bag in her hand, a black luxury car stopped in front of her without warning, blocking her way.

Sang Jiuning's heart tightened, and she subconsciously took half a step back, the scallion pancake in her hand still steaming.

Before she could even react to what was happening, the car door was opened, and a hand with distinct knuckles and strong strength reached out and pulled her firmly into the car before she could struggle.

The car door clicked shut, cutting off the daylight.

Qin Shen in the front seat immediately stepped on the gas, and the car accelerated suddenly, smoothly leaving behind the few inconspicuous shadows that were following far behind.

The atmosphere in the carriage was dull and oppressive.

Qin Tou, in the passenger seat, glanced at Fu Yanchen, who remained calm in the back seat, in the rearview mirror and sighed inwardly.

President Fu ultimately underestimated Wen Zhaoci.

Since stepping out of the apartment, Sang Jiuning has never lacked bodyguards secretly protecting her, but all of them have been quietly restrained and eliminated by people arranged in advance by Fu Yanchen.

Fu Yanchen originally thought that taking Sang Jiuning away would be an easy task, but only now did he realize that the protection set up by Wen Zhaoci had not been completely removed, and there was still an inescapable tail following them, sticking to them tightly.

Fu Yanchen leaned back in the seat, his profile sharp and cold, his eyes filled with an unyielding gloom.

He gazed indifferently at the rapidly receding street scene outside the window.

The car eventually stopped in front of a quiet street-side coffee shop.

This place is quiet with very little foot traffic, making it ideal for discussing business.

Qin Shen acted swiftly, getting out of the car first and handling the situation properly.

He quietly used his money to empty the entire coffee shop in just a few minutes. Apart from his group, there were no other customers in the shop, and it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

But that persistent "tail" didn't leave; it sat quietly in the coffee shop, diagonally opposite them, at a distance that wasn't too close or too far, its gaze fixed on the people at the table by the window.

The man's gaze was fixed on Fu Yanchen, his expression one of vigilance and seriousness, as if he would rush to protect Sang Jiuning if Fu Yanchen made even the slightest crazy or outrageous move.

Qin Shen looked at the person staring intently at him and explained helplessly, "Our CEO Fu meant no harm. He just wanted to say a few words to Miss Sang, that's all."

But the person on the other side did not flinch, their gaze remaining fixed and unwavering.

Fu Yanchen seemed not to hear this. He turned his head slightly and looked at Sang Jiuning beside him.

The man's eyebrows and eyes were originally very beautiful, gentle and lovely, but the darkness lingering in his eyes completely washed away all the gentleness, leaving only a strong sense of gloom.

He softened his tone, with a deliberate gentleness, and called to her, "Little sister, chat with me for a while, just a few words."

Sang Jiuning sat in her seat, her fingertips gently clutching the scallion pancake packaging bag in her hand, her heart filled with entanglement and hesitation.

To be honest, Fu Yanchen, her older brother, is really good to her.

He was generous and doting, never caring about what he gave. The amount of money he casually gave her before was astonishingly large, and he never shortchanged her in the slightest.

It's such a pity that we've completely fallen out with such a good brother.

Looking at the bodyguards standing guard not far away, they were on high alert the whole time, ensuring that nothing would happen to her.

After thinking it over, Sang Jiuning breathed a sigh of relief, looked up at Fu Yanchen, and said calmly, "Okay, brother, you go ahead, I'm listening."

Fu Yanchen's fingers, hanging by his side, tightened slightly, as if he had been preparing for a long time before he slowly spoke, each word spoken with utmost seriousness, carrying a long-suppressed grievance: "I didn't push Mom down the stairs back then."

That short sentence was like a small stone, crashing into Sang Jiuning's heart and stirring up huge waves.

She instantly understood his unspoken meaning.

He's no longer hiding it; he's revealing his true identity to her.

Sang Jiuning shook her head almost instinctively and blurted out, "I don't believe it. My husband already investigated what happened back then, and that's exactly what happened."

The word "husband" sounds so light and airy.

Fu Yanchen got angry as soon as he heard those two words.

A surge of intense anger and bitterness welled up in his eyes, but looking into the girl's clear yet wary eyes, he finally suppressed the madness surging within him. He patiently softened his tone and earnestly explained, "I'm telling the truth. The one who pushed Mom down the stairs back then was Mom's best friend, Wen Ruzhi."