Sheriff Uncle, open the door quickly! I've come to solve a case!

"Ah Han".

Meng Anping walked into the yard amidst the barking of dogs, carrying a bouquet of flowers in her arms.

Ma Han didn't want to go out to see him, but the doors of the mud houses in the countryside were never closed during the day, so Meng Anping just walked in.

Ma Han frowned as she looked at his beaming smile.

"Ah Han, are you still angry?"

Sadly, in all the years they've been married, Meng Anping has never bought her flowers.

I bought flowers today, but for something else.

Even calling her "Ah Han" was done with ulterior motives.

"What are you doing here?" Ma Han asked irritably.

Meng Anping stuffed the flowers into her arms: "I'm here to apologize to you. I deeply realize my mistake. Please don't be angry anymore, okay? Let's go home."

"Where's your mother?" Ma Han remained vigilant.

"She's at the police station. Don't worry, I'll never let her inject Xingxing with those weird things again. I'm sending her back to her hometown, and we'll take care of Xingxing."

Meng Anping spoke very sincerely.

Ma Han's heart stirred slightly. As long as Xingxing's safety could be guaranteed, she didn't care about anything else.

And she figured it out overnight; she wanted a divorce.

Continuing to stay with Meng Anping would be like planting a bomb in Xingxing's head that could explode at any time.

She just doesn't have a father; she will give Xingxing twice the love a father would give her.

Meng Anping didn't know what she was thinking. Seeing that she didn't speak, he assumed that she had agreed.

"Take Xingxing and come home with me. Xingxing hasn't been to kindergarten for several days."

Ma Han didn't answer him, but thought to herself.

She'll take Xingxing back to pack her things first, then tell him about the divorce. The divorce proceedings will take several months, so she needs to find a place to rent with Xingxing first...

"Okay." Ma Han coldly agreed, got up and walked towards the room: "I'll go call Xingxing, you stay outside."

Seeing Ma Han enter the room, Meng Anping breathed a sigh of relief.

This woman is easier to please than I imagined.

If a bouquet of flowers can solve everything, then a few kind words will suffice.

Xingxing hugged the blanket tightly, unable to sleep soundly.

Ma Han gently patted her and noticed her exposed arm.

Xingxing was so small, she didn't understand anything, and her tiny arms were covered with purplish-blue needle marks.

That wicked old man put sleeping pills in the milk and cruelly harmed such a young child.

Ma Han took a deep breath, forcing herself to stop her body from trembling with anger.

"Star, Mommy will take you home."

Xingxing opened her eyes groggily, her voice still sweet and childlike: "Mama~"

"How are you? Are you feeling unwell today?" Ma Han asked as she saw her being picked up.

The little bundle of joy, still warm from just waking up, whimpered, "No."

Seeing Xingxing come out, Meng Anping immediately stepped forward to take her: "Xingxing, Daddy's here to take you home."

Xingxing shrank back in fright, burying her face in Ma Han's collarbone.

"I'll carry you."

Ma Han said irritably and walked out first.

On the way home, Xingxing sat in the back seat of the car seat, while Ma Han sat in the passenger seat, silently looking out the window.

The sky gradually darkened, and a light drizzle pattered against the car window.

It rains a lot this time of year, and soon the mountain roads are shrouded in rain and mist.

Meng An often glanced at Ma Han in the rearview mirror and saw that she had no expression and looked drowsy.

It's the perfect time.

He spoke in a low voice, "Ah Han, there's something I need to tell you."

Ma Han's eyelids twitched slightly.

"It's just that... Mom is still at the police station. Those police officers insist that Mom did something wrong and want to detain her."

"She did make a mistake, but you know Mom is getting old and can't take that kind of turmoil."

"So?" Ma Han turned to look at him.

"Now, I'll tell you, there's a way to get Mom out: you have to write a letter of forgiveness..."

"I won't write it," Ma Han interrupted him directly.

Meng Anping tightened his grip on the steering wheel slightly: "Ahan, Mom knows she was wrong. It's just a small matter. Don't make a big deal out of it. It's so embarrassing to let everyone know."

"I told you, I won't write it," Ma Han said. "She doesn't know she's wrong; she's scared."

"Don't go too far!" Meng Anping gradually lost his voice and said through gritted teeth.

"Xingxing suffered so much, and you just forgive her like that? If I forgive your mother, then who will forgive me?"

Ma Han sat up straight and glared at him fiercely: "I'm telling you, Meng Anping, not only will I not write a letter of forgiveness, but this time when we go back, I'm also going to divorce you!"

"You're incredibly shameless!"

Meng Anping slammed on the brakes, and the car emitted a loud screeching sound as the tires rubbed against the ground.

The immense inertia caused Ma Han's head to hit the dashboard in front of her, while An An also hit her seat and burst into tears.

"Star!"

Ma Han instinctively tried to turn around, but Meng Anping grabbed her collar.

"Ma Han, don't push me. What right does my mother have to go to jail? What right do you have to divorce me? Haven't I been good enough to you? Huh?"

"Why don't you just write the letter of understanding obediently? Why make it so complicated?"

His grip tightened, and Ma Han felt her collar being ripped off: "You... let go!"

She never imagined that the man in front of her could be so terrifying; his eyes had completely changed, becoming like those of a devil.

"I've already prepared the letter of understanding for you. You just need to sign it. I'll get you a pen." Meng Anping released Ma Han and rummaged through the carriage for a pen.

Ma Han seized the opportunity, opened the door, and rushed out of the car, the rain instantly soaking her entire body.

She took a couple of steps, then remembered that Xingxing was still in the car. In a panic, she tried to run back, but at that moment she covered her mouth with a look of fear.

Meng Anping stood at the back door and pulled Xingxing out of the car.

Xingxing's face was flushed red from being pulled by her collar, and her face was covered in a mixture of tears and rain.

"Sign, okay?"

Ma Han clearly sensed the threat in those four words.

"Okay...okay, I'll sign. Just let Xingxing go, she's our child."

Ma Han walked over, sobbing, and reached out to take the pen. Just as she was about to take it, she pushed Meng Anping away forcefully.

Meng Anping lost his footing and nearly fell, and Xingxing was also snatched away by Ma Han.

In his panic, he swung the pen in his hand and stabbed it hard into Ma Han's leg.

"what!"

"You little bastard, you dare to play me? Go to hell!"

Meng Anping chased after her, and Ma Han ran while holding Xingxing.

Two figures moved swiftly through the deserted rain and mist.

Ma Han's leg was stabbed, and he quickly caught up with her.

"Go to hell!"

Meng Anping shouted and pushed hard.

Ma Han was pushed forward and stumbled, her feet slipping on the ground. A tremendous pain shot through her body. She clung tightly to Xingxing and tumbled down the mountain.

When it rolled to the bottom of the mountain, it hit a tree. A sharp pain shot through its back, and blood gushed from its throat. This time, it finally stopped.

She was in so much pain that she could hardly breathe, and Xingxing in her arms became still.

In her blurred vision, she saw the expressionless figure on the mountain, still confirming whether she was dead—the very demon who had pushed her and her daughter off the mountain with his own hands.

It's all her fault... for not protecting Xingxing.