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

Fu Yanchen, who was being protected, had a faint smile quietly appear in his lowered eyes. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, but he deliberately suppressed it, not letting the smile be too obvious, and maintained a calm and reserved appearance.

He knew perfectly well that Sang Tingyan's protection of him was by no means accidental.

Late last night, he stayed in the study and had a long talk with Sang Tingyan.

He confessed to hypnotizing Sang Jiuning without any attempt to conceal it. Then, he slowly brought up his dark and repressed childhood, recounting his lack of love and companionship and the grievances he suffered from childhood, subtly playing the victim and showing weakness.

More importantly, he brought up the old story of his mother being pushed down the stairs by Wen Ruzhi, and clearly sorted out all the doubts.

He knew Sang Tingyan's weakness all too well.

Sang Tingyan values ​​family ties above all else and is extremely protective of his mother. The truth behind his mother's accidental fall from the building years ago has remained unresolved for a long time, and it has always been a thorn in his side.

As expected, everything was exactly as Fu Yanchen had predicted.

Sang Tingyan completely sided with him, fully believing his words, and clearly stated that he would do his best to help him collect evidence of Wen Ruzhi's past misdeeds, and make sure to send her to prison to completely eliminate any future troubles and prevent his mother from suffering any more harm.

Looking at the harmonious and peaceful family in front of him, Fu Yanchen felt a secret sense of satisfaction.

It's alright, it's fine if Mom doesn't know his identity for now.

It's wonderful to see such a peaceful and harmonious family life.

If he could gradually train his younger sister to be completely docile and obedient, then his life would be without any regrets and could be considered perfect.

Sang Jiuning, preoccupied with getting her phone back, had no idea that Fu Yanchen beside her was having such a complicated story.

Her mind was completely occupied with her phone. Taking advantage of Sang Tingyan's still relatively good mood, she swayed her body pitifully and pleaded in a soft, coquettish voice, "Dad, I know I was wrong. I'll definitely be good from now on. Look how well-behaved I am, and I even massaged your shoulders for you. Can you give me back my phone?"

Seeing his daughter's expectant look, Sang Tingyan's anger had long since subsided, and he deliberately tried to tease her.

He slowly pulled an old, black mobile phone from his pocket. The phone was bulky, the screen was tiny, and the buttons were the old-fashioned raised buttons.

He handed the phone to Sang Jiuning, his tone indifferent: "Want a phone? Use this for now."

The moment Sang Jiuning saw the phone, she froze completely, her expectant expression instantly turning into a blank, and her pupils dilated slightly.

She stared blankly at the old, outdated mobile phone, mentally ranting and raving.

isn't it?

What kind of international joke is her dad playing on her?!

Her lips twitched slightly as she looked at Sang Tingyan with disbelief: "Daddy, are you serious? Or are you just teasing me?"

She reached out and poked the old phone, her face full of helplessness: "Can this phone even be used for WeChat? Can it receive homework notifications in the class group? Can it make online payments? It can't do anything right now!"

Fu Xulan, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but chuckle and gently tried to smooth things over: "Honey, stop teasing our daughter on purpose. Look how anxious she is. Quickly give her back her phone."

When his wife pleaded for him, Sang Tingyan took the opportunity to abandon his teasing and stopped pretending to be serious.

Actually, when I confiscated Sang Jiuning's phone yesterday, it wasn't because I really wanted to make things difficult for her.

However, in a moment of panic yesterday, he accidentally pinched his daughter's ear until it turned red. Afterwards, looking at the bright red mark, he felt both heartache and self-reproach. He could only pretend to punish his daughter by confiscating her phone to cover up his guilt.

He took Sang Jiuning's smartphone out of his pocket and placed it on the table. "Here's your phone back. But let me make this clear: from now on, except for going to school, you're to stay home all the time. You're not allowed to run around or act recklessly anymore."

Sang Jiuning breathed a sigh of relief. No matter what, she finally got her phone back!

Although I'm still under house arrest, it's much better than not having a phone at all.

She dared not utter another word in rebuttal and obediently nodded, "I know, I will definitely be good."

After quickly finishing her breakfast, Sang Jiuning prepared to go to school.

As soon as I stepped out of the villa, my phone vibrated in my pocket.

It was a WeChat message from Fu Yanchen. The message was simple: "Your dad knows."

Looking at these words, Sang Jiuning felt inexplicably at ease.

It's better to know than to keep it a secret and live in constant fear that Fu Yanchen will suddenly go crazy.

Her fingers flew across the screen as she replied: "Brother, take your medicine carefully, be a good boy."

The video ended with an adorable GIF of a little black cat obediently lowering its head and being soothed by a large hand; it was soft, fluffy, and exceptionally well-behaved.

On the second floor of the villa, Fu Yanchen looked at the messages and cute GIFs on his phone screen. His gaze softened, and a deep laugh escaped his throat. His voice was magnetic and pleasant, and his mood visibly improved.

Good boy/girl.

He liked the way his sister treated him.

As his fingertips traced the screen, a deep, dark light flashed in Fu Yanchen's eyes.

The surveillance video of Wen Ruzhi pushing Fu Xulan to her death must still exist.

The only breakthrough was his biological father.

His father must have kept the original video evidence from that time.

After driving his daughter home, Sang Tingyan had just opened the villa door when he sensed something was off in the living room.

The room was quiet, the air pressure was so low it was suffocating, and it felt stuffy and oppressive.

Fu Xulan went to a beauty salon and was not at home.

In the empty living room, only two tall, imposing men sat.

Fu Yanchen sat on the right side of the sofa, his posture languid and composed, his face revealing no emotion, yet his aura was cold and restrained, carrying an extremely strong sense of oppression.

On the left side of the sofa, Wen Zhaoci casually rested one hand on his knee, his brows and eyes were cold and sharp, his expression indifferent, and his whole body exuded a chilling aura. His gaze was fixed on Fu Yanchen, and there was a silent confrontation between the two, with undercurrents surging between them.

Even though there was no argument, it was more tense and dangerous than a fight.

Standing at the entrance, Sang Tingyan instantly realized that these two deep-thinking and powerful young men had probably been facing off for quite some time.

Upon seeing Sang Tingyan's gloomy expression, Wen Zhaoci immediately stood up and respectfully greeted, "Hello, Uncle Sang."

Sang Tingyan didn't give him a friendly look at all, only nodding slightly in acknowledgment.

Wen Zhaoci immediately showed his sincerity, taking out a black card from his pocket and handing it over: "This is the betrothal gift, 10 billion."

Fu Yanchen, who was standing to the side, immediately scoffed and glanced at him with disdain: "Who cares about your stinking money?"

Wen Zhaoci replied calmly and composedly, "Brother-in-law, my wife likes it."