Reborn in the 60s, I hunt to support my family and even seduce the village beauty.

Zhou Ruolan swayed violently, only managing to avoid falling by grabbing the edge of the table.

Her whole body was trembling, her eyes fixed on Meng Guangcai, filled with tears, hatred, and a despair that was almost shattering.

"What did you do to Wan Tang? Did you kill her?"

"You raised her for over ten years, she called you 'Dad' for over ten years, how could you be so heartless! How could you be so heartless?!"

Meng Guangcai's face remained expressionless: "You can't just say things like that! I didn't do anything!"

"When Wan Tang died, I was still out of town. I have train tickets, hotel records, witness testimonies—you name it. You can check if you don't believe me!"

He even leaned forward and questioned Zhou Ruolan, "You say I killed her, do you have any evidence?!"

Chang Kun stood to the side, looking at Meng Guangcai's arrogant face, his mind racing.

There was no bloody aura on Meng Guangcai's body. The system's intuition wouldn't lie. It's highly likely that Meng Wantang's death wasn't caused by him personally.

But that layer of pink, a deep, almost purplish pink, was deposited on his body like bruises.

That was done through a secret door, a truly beastly act!

He could sense it, but he couldn't put it into words. There was no evidence, no witnesses, no physical evidence. Who would believe it?

Meng Guangcai is a capitalist, not an ordinary citizen.

Before taking action against him, we must solidify the evidence. Every link must be tightly checked, leaving no room for anyone to find fault. Otherwise, we risk giving others cause for gossip and handing a knife to those watching this matter.

Thinking of this, he tapped his fingers lightly on his trouser leg twice.

If he really can't find any evidence, he can only use his own methods.

Just as she was thinking, Zhou Ruolan's eyes widened and she suddenly spoke.

"Wantang asked me a few days ago that her period was a little late. I comforted her, saying that it's normal for girls to have irregular periods sometimes, and it will get better in a while."

She paused here, her pupils slowly dilating until they were empty and deathly gray.

"Could it be...could it be that Wan Tang is pregnant?"

Meng Guangcai's face changed, the veins under his temples throbbed, and he shouted in a shrill voice.

"No! No!! How could Wan Tang be pregnant! They always force her to take pills..."

He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence, his pupils shrinking to tiny dots as he scanned the room.

Zhou Ruolan, Cheng Jie, Chang Kun, and the person pressed against the door frame—everyone had the same expression on their face: You've finally given yourself away! You've admitted it!

The study was so quiet that you could hear the wind whistling through the treetops, a mournful sound like someone crying.

Chang Kun took a step forward and stood in front of Meng Guangcai, using his intimidation skill.

The usual gentle gaze was gone, replaced by a sharp, piercing light, like two knives held to Meng Guangcai's neck, cutting his skin painfully.

"Medicine? What medicine? Where did you get this medicine?! Did you get it from your doctor friend? Where is it now?"

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Meng Guangcai's forehead. His gaze darted away, not daring to look at Chang Kun, Cheng Jie, or Zhou Ruolan.

"No...no medicine...you misheard...I didn't say anything about medicine..."

Chang Kun sneered, "We can ask your doctor friend anytime. He can tell you everything—what medicine you got from him, how much, and when you got it! Are you sure you want to lie?"

Meng Guangcai's hands began to tremble. Chang Kun's intimidating gaze was like an invisible net, enveloping him from head to toe, tightening and suffocating him.

He has been a powerful figure in the business world for decades, and he has seen it all.

Never before have I felt like this, like a mouse pinned under a cat's paws, with no strength left to struggle.

He finally couldn't hold back anymore, shrinking into his chair, his voice squeezed out from deep in his throat, carrying a sense of resignation.

After learning that Meng Wantang was not his biological daughter, he felt hatred, resentment, and unwillingness to accept it!

He raised her for over a decade, doted on her for over a decade, gave her whatever she wanted, and had people take her wherever she wanted to go. She liked the waterside pavilion, so he had it renovated.

But she wasn't his own child; she was Zhou Ruolan's illegitimate child with that painter.

He hated Zhou Ruolan, hated the painter, and hated Meng Wantang!

That night, he drank in his study, and he drank a lot.

I don't know when the hidden door was opened, but I saw her changing clothes in her boudoir.

Her dancing figure, her curves, her waist, her collarbone, stirred something else in his mind.

He convinced himself that she wasn't his daughter, but the painter's daughter, and that he owed her nothing.

He went through the hidden door...

Meng Guangcai didn't go into details, nor was it necessary to.

Those late nights, hidden doors, and worn-out floors all provided the answers.

He threatened her, forbidding her from telling anyone, or he would ruin her reputation and her mother's reputation.

She was scared and dared not speak, so she could only endure it, endure it, until she could no longer hold back.

"I didn't kill her!"

Meng Guangcai's voice suddenly rose, as if he had grasped at the last straw.

"Why would I kill her? To me..."

He paused, as if considering his words, "She was my woman, why would I kill her? I was out of town that day, I have train tickets, hotel records, witnesses, everything you could want."

"I didn't kill her! She jumped into the lake herself. She was pregnant, and she couldn't take it anymore; she jumped in by herself!"

He continued rambling on, as if trying to convince himself, or perhaps trying to convince others.

He said that when he went through the hidden door that day, she cried and said her period was late.

He told her not to be afraid, and that if she got pregnant, she should give birth. He said that at worst, they could tell outsiders it was his grandson, but in reality it was his biological son. Since he didn't have a biological son, he would be the one who made the most of it.

It just so happens that Meng Wantang can't marry after having a child, so the mother and daughter can serve him together in the future, wouldn't that be wonderful...?

"You're not human! You're not human!! Ah...!!"

Like an enraged mother beast, Zhou Ruolan pounced on him, scratching Meng Guangcai's face with her nails, leaving a bloody mark, and digging her fingers into his hair, pulling it back.

Her mouth was open, her teeth showing, as if she wanted to bite his ear, his neck, or anywhere else he could reach.

Chang Kun took a step forward, grabbed her waist from behind, and pulled her backward.

Zhou Ruolan's hand was still waving in the air, and she was shouting something, but it was no longer clear. It sounded like a wounded wild beast howling.

"Let go of me! Let go of me! I'm going to kill him! I'm going to kill him!"

She struggled desperately, her frail body bursting with astonishing strength, like a spring stretched to its limit, ready to snap at any moment.

Chang Kun dared not let go. This woman was so weak and frail that she couldn't even kill a chicken. How could she possibly defeat the tall and strong Meng Guangcai?

Forget about winning; getting beaten up would be the least of your worries.