The vicious female supporting role is posted in the opposite direction by the cub

The stars here gradually discover something extraordinary, while Yan Yueqing, far away overseas, has just heard about something else.

She hung up the phone, her fingertips lightly tracing the surface of the table.
Her son Junyan's earnest voice still echoed in her ears: "Mom, Brother Ji Li took the day off today, saying he was going to visit a sick relative. But Tangbao said she heard Brother Ji Li secretly looking up the route to the 'Women's Prison' in his room..."

A sick relative?
Besides her grandmother, what other relatives does Ji Li have?
She frowned slightly, then relaxed.

The child finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"Xiao Yan, Mom knows about this."

After putting down her phone, Yan Yueqing walked to the window.

Unlike the damp and cold winters in the capital, the Jiang family's winters here are controlled by a large weather regulator that covers the entire family estate. They can control the weather however they want through high technology.

She loved the clear, high-altitude weather, and since returning home, the scenery had remained bright and clear, just like her current state of mind.

Ji Li's decision to see Qin Youran didn't surprise her. The child was trapped by "future memories," worshipping the illusory Qin Youran as a deity and viewing genuine kindness as a conspiracy. Without letting him see and hear for himself, mere words would be like scratching an itch through a boot.

"Someone come here," she called softly.

The butler appeared silently in the doorway: "Miss."

"Find out where Ji Li is now. Also, contact the head of the women's prison and arrange a special visit for a boy named Ji Li under the name of the 'Anonymous Charitable Foundation.' Make sure the process goes smoothly..." She paused, her gaze clear, "If he senses that someone is helping him, just say it's an anonymous person, and don't mention me."

Ji Li is too intelligent; an overly smooth journey would only arouse his suspicion.

An anonymous person... This kid probably guessed that it was me who made the arrangements, but compared to his safety, this unpleasantness is nothing.

"Yes." The butler bowed and withdrew.

Yan Yueqing sat back down at her desk, her fingertips tracing Ji Li's recent academic reports on the tablet.

The director's recommendation letter was earnest, praising Ji Li as "exceptionally gifted, with meticulous thinking, far surpassing her peers," and suggesting that she skip directly to the sixth grade graduating class. He also mentioned that he had already contacted the top junior high school in Beijing, Qiming Middle School, to reserve a spot in their advanced class.

Grandma Ji sobbed uncontrollably on the phone, repeatedly saying, "Miss Yan, Xiao Li... he hasn't let you down! Once he finishes his studies, he will definitely repay you!"

Repay? A helpless smile appeared on Yan Yueqing's lips.

What she asked for was never a reward. She only hoped that this sapling, ravaged by "pests," could break through the fog and grow towards the sun.

On the other side, Ji Li stood under a sycamore tree outside the cold, gray walls of the women's prison, clutching a crumpled bus route map. Autumn winds swept up fallen leaves, swirling past his thin school uniform.

His heart was pounding like a drum, and his palms were sweating.

To avoid the pick-up and drop-off vehicles arranged by Yan Yueqing, he slipped out of the sanatorium before dawn, took three buses, and finally arrived at this place that was barely marked on the map.

"Minors must be accompanied by a guardian for visits, and advance appointments are required." The policewoman at the reception window spoke in a businesslike tone, her gaze sweeping over his thin frame with scrutiny. Ji Li's heart sank. He had expected obstacles, but he hadn't anticipated such directness.

He bit his lower lip and took out a "medical record" he had prepared beforehand from his schoolbag—it was written in imitation of his grandmother's handwriting, and he lied that he was visiting a "distant aunt who was seriously ill and hospitalized".

The policewoman glanced at it and shook her head: "Rules are rules. Without a guardian and an appointment, it cannot be processed."

The flame of hope was abruptly extinguished. He stood there, his hands and feet ice-cold. Could it be... that he would never see Aunt Qin again?

Aunt Qin, who smiled gently at him in his "dream" and handed out cakes in old newspaper photos? The truly kind person who was "framed" and imprisoned by Yan Yueqing?

Just as he was about to turn away in despair, a middle-aged female prison guard in uniform hurried over and whispered a few words to her colleague at the window. The colleague looked at Ji Li with surprise, but her attitude softened: "Young man, your name is Ji Li? You...you've come to see Qin Youran?"

Ji Li suddenly looked up, her eyes shining brightly: "Yes! I'm Ji Li! I've come to see Aunt Qin Youran!"

"Come with me." The female prison guard's tone remained calm, but she stepped aside to make way. "I just received a notification that an anonymous person has processed a special visitation permit for you. The paperwork is complete; come with me to register."

Ji Li was stunned. An anonymous person? Who is it?

Yan Yueqing? No, absolutely not! She wished she would never see Aunt Qin again!
He suppressed his doubts and followed the prison guard to the registration desk.

Every step he took felt like walking on cotton, a mix of relief and bewilderment. This sudden "smooth sailing" was like an invisible hand, pushing him toward the truth he both longed for and feared.

Registration, security check, and walking through a long corridor. The heavy iron gate closed behind me, shutting out outside light and sound.

The visiting room was small and cold, with shadowy figures moving behind the one-way glass. Ji Li sat on a hard plastic chair, her hands clenched tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms.

The sound of chains dragging on the floor grew louder as it approached. The door opened, and a woman in prison clothes was brought in. She was thin and pale, and her once meticulously styled long hair had been cut into a short bob. Yet, her eyes still held the "gentle" smile that Ji Li remembered—only now, that smile seemed somewhat stiff and forced.

"Xiao Li..." Qin Youran's eyes instantly reddened, as if she had seen a piece of fat meat, "You...you are Ji Li?"

Ji Li's throat bobbed, a thousand words stuck in his chest.

He recalled the warmth of Qin Youran distributing cakes at the orphanage in his "dream," the "unwilling and sorrowful look in her eyes" when she was taken away by the police in the old newspaper, and the countless times he had clutched that torn corner of the newspaper late at night, interpreting every bit of Yan Yueqing's kindness as "hypocrisy" and "scheming."

But now, sitting face to face, he felt somewhat dazed.

"Aunt Qin..." his voice was hoarse, "Are you... alright?"

"No...it's not good at all..." Qin Youran burst into tears, reaching across the table to grasp Ji Li's hands, but was stopped by the prison guard. She sobbed, "It's cold and dark here, and the food is hard to swallow...Xiao Li, you are my only concern in this world! Before I went to prison, you were my biggest worry!"

Ji Li's heart clenched. He asked instinctively, "Auntie, are you... really being framed? The newspapers say you're spreading rumors and slandering Aunt Yan Yueqing..."

"Injustice! Utter injustice!" Qin Youran suddenly looked up, a flash of resentment in her eyes, which was then covered by tears. "It's Yan Yueqing! She's jealous of me, she hates me! She used her power to bribe the judge and fabricate evidence! Xiao Li, you mustn't be fooled by her! Her kindness is all fake! She's using you! When you grow up, she'll squeeze every last drop of value out of you, like squeezing an orange dry!" (End of Chapter)