You tricked me into raising your son? You'll divorce me and become my aunt.

Ruan Ning didn't know how long she had been walking.

My feet hurt from wearing high heels.

This street is very quiet.

Occasionally, a few vehicles would drive by in the distance, creating a gust of wind before returning to silence.

Ruan Ning got tired and sat down on a bench by the street.

As she sat there, she suddenly lowered her head, tears streaming down her face, one after another. Her shoulders trembled slightly uncontrollably, and soft, suppressed sobs escaped from her throat.

Low and muffled, it was broken up by the evening breeze and disappeared into the night.

When people are extremely wronged and vulnerable, they will instinctively think of the warmest harbor.

Ruan Ning cried until her eyes were red and her vision was blurred, and the image of her mother's gentle face appeared in her mind.

If only Mom were still here.

In the past, she was also a little princess who was pampered and spoiled by her parents, living a carefree and vibrant life.

After my mother passed away and my father remarried, everything changed.

Her father, Xu Jianye, focused all his attention on his new family and became increasingly indifferent to her. In order to please his new wife, he even made Ruan Ning change her surname to her mother's.

She compromised and tolerated repeatedly for the sake of family ties, but in the end, she was slapped in the face by her father in public.

Ruan Ning sat curled up on the bench, immersed in her grief, crying uncontrollably.

Unaware that a tall, slender figure stood in the shadows of the trees not far away.

The night was deep, and the dappled shadows of the trees concealed most of Jin Xiuhan's figure in the darkness.

The executive on the other end of the phone was giving a detailed report on urgent work matters. Jin Xiuhan lowered his eyes slightly, listened quietly, and occasionally gave a few simple instructions.

"An emergency meeting will be held at 9:00 AM tomorrow."

"The public relations department will issue a statement first."

"Pass the word: this project is temporarily suspended..."

Suddenly, a sobbing sound drifted into my ears on the evening breeze.

The sobs were soft, suppressed, and fragmented, as if afraid of being heard, yet unable to hold back their tears, faintly scattering in the air.

Jin Xiuhan's eyebrows twitched slightly.

He dislikes meddling in other people's business and doesn't feel any pity for the joys and sorrows of strangers.

A few minutes later, Jin Xiuhan ended the call and turned to walk towards his car.

The man stopped in his tracks as he passed the roadside bench.

The night was dark, and the soft, hazy light from the streetlights fell on the woman.

Her figure looked somewhat familiar.

In that moment of distraction, Ruan Ning raised her head.

She had been crying for so long that her nasal cavity felt sore and swollen, and her face was covered in tears, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.

She instinctively reached for a tissue to wipe her face, only to find she hadn't brought any.

Ruan Ning noticed a tall, slender figure stop in front of her, casting a faint shadow.

Her nose was red, her voice thick with tears, and she softly asked for help, "Excuse me, could you... lend me a tissue?"

The man in front of her stood silently, neither responding nor moving.

Ruan Ning waited a few seconds, but received no response, before slowly raising her heavy eyes and looking up.

The warm yellow glow of the streetlights fell on the man's face, clearly outlining the sharp, angular lines of his jaw.

The familiar, exquisite features and deep, sharp eyes came into Ruan Ning's view.

It's Jin Xiuhan.

Ruan Ning's breath hitched, and she froze on the spot.

She stared blankly at the person in front of her, her pupils slightly contracted, her mind a complete blank.

How could it be him?

It seems that every time she bumps into Jin Xiuhan, she ends up in such a disheveled state.

At this moment, Ruan Ning's makeup was a mess, her eyes were red and swollen, her cheeks bore clear red marks from a slap, and her face was covered in tears. She looked as disheveled as could be.

After a brief moment of stunned awkwardness, Ruan Ning felt a strange, numb sense of relief.

It doesn't matter.

They've already lost all face.

She lowered her eyelashes, her voice still nasal, hoarse and weak, as she murmured self-deprecatingly, "I've made you laugh again."

Jin Xiuhan remained silent, his gaze fixed on her swollen left cheek.

The man's deep black eyes narrowed slightly, a faint hint of coldness flashing across them. His thin lips parted slightly: "Was it Tingchen who hit you?"

He despises men who lay a hand on women.

He never imagined that his own nephew would commit such a thing as domestic violence against his wife.

Upon hearing this, Ruan Ning gently shook her head.

Strands of hair clung to her tear-stained face; her complexion was as pale as paper, and her eyes were dull and lifeless. "It's not Fu Tingchen."

But compared to her husband's indifference, it was her biological father's slap that hurt her even more.

Jin Xiuhan looked at her disheveled and aggrieved appearance, but his eyes remained unmoved.

He assumed it was just a quarrel between the young couple, with the woman throwing a tantrum and leaving home, leaving him heartbroken and alone.

He is not interested in other people's family affairs.

Arguments between spouses and family conflicts are always entanglements that outsiders can never fully understand.

If it were an ordinary, unfamiliar woman, he would have already turned and left without saying a word.

But Ruan Ning is different; she is Fu Tingchen's wife, and they are related in some way.

It was late at night, and she was alone in this remote and secluded place. If something unexpected happened to her, it would cause Fu Tingchen a lot of trouble.

With that thought in mind, Jin Xiuhan withdrew his gaze.

He didn't look at Ruan Ning again and silently walked past her.

From beginning to end, he offered not a single word of comfort, not even a tissue.

Ruan Ning watched the man's departing figure.

Jin Xiuhan truly lives up to his reputation as Fu Tingchen's uncle.

Just like Fu Tingchen, he is cold-blooded and unapproachable.

The difference is that Fu Tingchen can at least feign some decorum, while Jin Xiuhan is too lazy to even pretend or be perfunctory from beginning to end.

Unbeknownst to her, after getting into the car, Jin Xiuhan opened his WeChat chat with Fu Tingchen and typed out a message.

Your wife is crying alone on Binhe West Road.

After sending the message, he also sent his location.

After sending the message, Jin Xiuhan locked his phone and casually put it aside.

The driver asked in a low voice, "Mr. Jin, shall we return to the manor now?"

"Um."

After finally getting rid of Xu Jianye's large family of relatives, Fu Tingchen hurriedly left the restaurant, calling Ruan Ning as he walked.

I made several calls but no one answered.

He felt a sudden panic.

Ruan Ning must have felt terrible to be slapped in front of so many people.

She ran out, and he was very worried about her.

Fu Tingchen kept calling and texting Ruan Ning.

There was no response.

He carried Ruan Ning's bag and walked along the street looking for her.

While searching, she asked passersby, "Excuse me, have you seen a very beautiful woman who is about 1.65 meters tall, wearing a white dress?"

The passerby shook his head with a puzzled look.

Fu Tingchen continued walking forward, asking the next passerby.

He asked several passersby along the way, but they all said they hadn't seen it.

Finally, after asking whoever it was, I got some direction.

The convenience store owner pointed to a street and said, "I just saw that girl you mentioned; she went that way."

"Thank you." Fu Tingchen said and hurriedly ran over there.

Ruan Ning still did not answer the phone.

He was anxious and silently prayed that nothing bad would happen.