Stepdaughter of a wealthy family? The little darling of a Beijing tycoon

As soon as she finished speaking, Bai Jing, holding the soul of one child in each hand, vanished into the night in a flash, heading to find Lin Bin and await his disgrace and trial.

With everything settled, Luo Yurou didn't linger. She turned around and returned to Shen Jingshu's side, reporting the whole process truthfully.

Inside the live stream, hundreds of thousands of viewers were deeply moved, and the chat was flooded with comments.

Shen Jingshu looked up at the camera and said calmly, "Alright, that concludes the first divination of the night."

[Don't end! Please, Master, tell us what happens next!]

[Bai Jing and her son are so pitiful! Murdered by her husband and imprisoned in a magic array for five years—it's too tragic!]

[Master, you must help them! Evil people must not get away with this!]

Seeing the screen filled with pleading comments, Shen Jingshu gently nodded to reassure everyone: "Don't worry, everyone. I have already intervened in this matter and will take full responsibility. I will definitely give the mother and her two children justice."

A fan immediately followed up, "Master, what was Lin Bin's final fate? Could you give us a hint?"

Countless viewers echoed this sentiment, filled with curiosity about the ending.

After a moment's thought, Shen Jingshu realized that the cause and effect of this matter were already determined, and there was nothing that could not be said, so she prepared to explain it in detail.

Some people asked worriedly, "Bai Jing's parents have already reported the case to the police, and the police will thoroughly investigate Lin Bin based on the clues revealed in tonight's live broadcast. But the nanny, Aunt Zhang, has already passed away, the key witness is missing, and the chain of evidence is incomplete. Are we really going to let him get away with it?"

Shen Jingshu's expression was resolute, and her tone was calm: "Don't worry, he will eventually confess on his own."

One comment immediately speculated: "Could it be that the vengeful spirits of Bai Jing and her son are haunting him, driving him to a mental breakdown?"

Seeing this, Shen Jingshu simply smiled faintly and did not respond directly. "In the end, it's just that he has a guilty conscience and can't sleep day and night."

The audience understood immediately and stopped asking questions.

[Understood, understood. There are some inside stories that are inconvenient to disclose, so let's not ask any more questions.]

Good and evil will ultimately be rewarded; let's just wait and see the outcome.

After the atmosphere calmed down a bit, Shen Jingshu pulled herself together and smoothly moved on to the next segment: "Without further ado, let's begin the second divination of the evening. Are you there, user with the ID 'Hanhan's Mom'? If so, you can initiate a connection."

A reply quickly appeared on the screen: "Hey streamer, I've been waiting!"

A moment later, the video call was successfully connected. On the screen appeared a woman with a haggard face and eyes full of fatigue; the years and sorrow had etched deep marks on her face.

"Hello, host, hello everyone." The woman's voice was hoarse as she forced a greeting.

"Hello. Since you won the lucky bag, tell us what you'd like to ask?"

Hanhan's mother's eyes instantly reddened, and she choked back tears as she said, "I would like to ask a master to help me find out who killed my daughter."

Shen Jingshu could tell most of the truth just by looking at the other person's face, and still instructed as usual: "Send me a photo of your daughter via private message."

The photo arrived quickly, showing a three-year-old girl with a sweet and adorable appearance. Shen Jingshu glanced at the photo, understanding dawning on her, and softly offered her condolences: "Please accept my condolences."

Upon hearing the question and hearing the master's words of comfort, the viewers in the live stream instantly realized that the young child had already passed away, and the chat was filled with sighs and lamentations.

Many viewers who are mothers themselves felt deeply sympathetic and left messages to comfort the heartbroken mother.

With tears welling in her eyes and a trembling voice, Hanhan's mother pleaded, "Master, please tell me, who killed my child?"

"Tell me what happened first," Shen Jingshu said gently.

She took a deep breath, suppressing her surging grief, and slowly recounted the whole story: "A month ago, my daughter fell from the upper floor of my ex-husband's house. By the time I rushed over, she was already dead. My ex-husband insisted that she had climbed onto the window while playing and accidentally fell. But I raised Hanhan myself, and I've always repeatedly told her that she must never go near dangerous areas like windows. She's always been very timid and would never do something like that."

"I was full of doubts, but he said I was overwhelmed with grief and had a mental problem. When I saw my child covered in bruises, I fainted on the spot. When I woke up in the hospital, he had already hastily cremated the child's body, and all I saw was a jar of cold ashes. The person was gone, and all the evidence was destroyed. Even if I had a lot of doubts, I couldn't find any evidence."

At this point, the woman broke down in tears, her shoulders trembling uncontrollably: "These past few days, I've been plagued by nightmares every night. In my dreams, I see my daughter covered in wounds, calling out 'Mommy' over and over again, saying that she's in so much pain and begging me to hold her..."

The live stream was silent, filled with messages of sympathy.

After she calmed down a bit, Shen Jingshu spoke, her tone heavy: "Your guess is correct, the child did not fall from the building by accident."

Hanhan's mother suddenly looked up, a glimmer of hope in her eyes, and asked urgently, "Really? Is it his new girlfriend? Is it that woman who can't tolerate the child?"

Shen Jingshu sighed and slowly shook her head: "There's an old saying that if you have a stepmother, you'll have a stepfather. But this father is more vicious than anyone can imagine. He can't escape responsibility for this; the one who killed the child with his own hands is the child's biological father."

"Impossible!" Hanhan's mother's face turned deathly pale. She shook her head repeatedly, nearly collapsing. "I was only wary of the women around him, I never imagined it would be him! Even though we're divorced, Hanhan is still his own flesh and blood. How could he kill his own daughter?"

The viewers in the live stream were in an uproar, filled with shock and confusion.

This is outrageous! Even tigers don't eat their cubs, how could a biological father do such a thing?

[I initially thought it was the stepmother being difficult, but I never imagined the culprit was actually the child's father.]

The poor little girl is only three years old. How could she have such a cruel father?

No wonder they were in such a hurry to cremate the body; they clearly wanted to destroy all the evidence!

"It's impossible..." Hanhan's mother murmured, her eyes filled with confusion and despair. "Before the divorce, he clearly loved Hanhan very much, and the child was always attached to him. He was awarded custody because I was struggling financially at the time. I thought he was better off, and being her biological father, he wouldn't mistreat our daughter. I planned to bring her to live with me once things stabilized, but I never imagined it would turn out like this..."

"The evidence is there, of course," Shen Jingshu said calmly, giving clear instructions. "Call the police immediately and request that they check his and his current girlfriend's phone chat history. Even if they deliberately deleted the records, forensic technology can recover them completely. In addition, your original residence has surveillance cameras. Retrieve the surveillance footage, and the whole truth will come to light."