From humble beginnings to the pinnacle of life

Upon hearing my words, Su Qing immediately retorted dismissively, "The engagement was already null and void, so what reaction could he possibly have?"

I flicked my cigarette ash, my voice turning somber: "It may be null and void, but he is Fang Heng's biological father. Watching his son's former fiancée being snatched away by someone like me, someone of ordinary background, even if the engagement is dissolved, it's impossible for a business tycoon like him, with his shrewdness and possessiveness, to remain so nonchalant. Let alone a tycoon, even an ordinary man would find it difficult to remain completely unmoved."

Su Qing hesitated for a moment, then asked softly, "Is it possible that he doesn't care about Fang Heng's marriage at all?"

I shook my head again: "Impossible. Family marriages are always bargaining chips in their family games; he can't possibly be completely indifferent to them."

"So, what do you think will happen?"

I sighed heavily and shook my head: "I can't really say, it's just a feeling, I always feel like there's something else behind this."

Su Qing waved her hand dismissively, saying frankly, "Whatever his plans are. Even if Fang Heng isn't sent away in the end, I'm not afraid."

I couldn't help but laugh at her: "You were just worried about whether he'd go abroad, and now you're fearless all over again?"

"We weren't afraid to begin with. If he dares to use any underhanded tactics against us, I'll make sure the Fang family is utterly disgraced."

Su Qing's eyes were very serious, and it didn't seem like a casual joke at all.

She paused, a confident smile playing on her lips, and lowered her voice to say to me:

"Do you really think I, Su Qing, went to him rashly without any backup plan? From the moment I entered that room, I was recording. Later, when Fang Renjie arrived, all the conversations were also recorded."

Upon hearing this, I was startled and looked at her in disbelief.

"Really? You actually recorded the whole thing?"

Su Qing gave a haughty snort: "Of course, I'm not stupid, I wouldn't just offer myself up without any precautions."

I gasped, then a loophole popped into my head: "But Fang Heng later used your phone to call me. When he looked through your phone, didn't he find any recordings?"

Su Qing raised her chin, a smug look on her face: "How could I know how to record with my phone? I knew he would take my phone and go through it, so I specially prepared a small voice recorder in advance."

As she spoke, she reached into her small bag and rummaged around for a moment before taking out a lipstick with an exquisite case.

"Look, this is it. Who do you think can spot the flaw?"

I opened my eyes wide, utterly astonished: "The voice recorder you're talking about, is it this lipstick?"

"That's right, let me show you."

She unscrewed the lipstick case, only to find that there was no lipstick inside, but a tiny recording device.

These disguised recording devices are not hard to find on the market and can be found everywhere in security stores.

What truly shocked me was how meticulous Su Qing was, using the lipstick case as a cover.

Even if an ordinary person were to hold it in their hands, they wouldn't be able to see anything unusual about it.

I was speechless for a moment, and could only give her a big thumbs up to express my shock.

Su Qing smiled with a hint of arrogance: "So, do you still think I'm afraid of Fang Heng?"

"You just asked me if he would be sent abroad. I thought you were worried about it."

"I simply don't want to have anything to do with this kind of scumbag anymore," Su Qing explained again.

I agree with her thinking.

An opponent like Fang Heng is someone who inspires absolutely no respect.

If he is willing to openly and honestly confront me with his business strength, I will consider him a worthy opponent.

But his repeated use of such underhanded tactics makes him unworthy of my attention.

I silently smoked my cigarette, and Su Qing leaned closer again, looking rather proud and eager to take credit.

"How about it? Isn't your wife amazing?"

I gave a thumbs up again and exclaimed from the bottom of my heart, "Amazing! Absolutely brilliant! I admire you to the core."

She smiled, reached out, and gently patted the back of my head, saying proudly:

"So, marrying me is your good fortune. Where else can you find someone like me who is good-looking, smart, and can stand shoulder to shoulder with you?"

She was telling the truth. In my heart, Su Qing was indeed almost perfect.

Just as I was about to respond to her, a black sedan parked on the side of the road suddenly reversed slowly and came to a steady stop not far from us.

I instinctively looked up and saw a black Volkswagen Passat.

This secluded section of road was quiet and deserted late at night, with hardly any pedestrians or vehicles.

The car had clearly driven quite a distance ahead, but then it deliberately reversed and came back to stop next to us.

A strange unease suddenly welled up in my heart, and all my nerves tensed up instantly.

I immediately gripped Su Qing's hand tightly, quickened my pace, and just wanted to get to a section of road covered by surveillance cameras as soon as possible.

But we had only taken two steps when we heard a woman's voice behind us.

With a hint of surprise, he called out:

"My benefactor, it really is you!"

The word "benefactor" left me stunned.

I instinctively turned my head to look, and the door of the black Passat was pushed open, and a woman in her forties got out.

Her clothes weren't extravagant or flamboyant, but they were neat and tidy, and she exuded a calm and composed air about her.

I stared at her face for two seconds, and a sense of familiarity welled up inside me.

My mind raced, but I couldn't remember where I'd seen it before.

Seeing me stop, the woman smiled broadly and quickly walked towards me.

The slight vigilance that had been hanging over my heart also eased considerably.

It seems I was just being overly suspicious; it was just a false alarm.

She walked up to me and stopped, her excitement barely concealed, and began to speak:

"My benefactor, when we were waiting at the traffic light, we saw a figure from afar that looked just like you. I specifically asked my husband to slow down and pull the car over to the side of the pedestrian crossing. When we got closer, it really was you."

Before I could reply, Su Qing, who was beside me, frowned and spoke first, her tone tinged with doubt:

"No, ma'am, are you sure you haven't mistaken me for someone else? Who are you calling your benefactor?"

The woman turned to look at Su Qing, her smile faltering slightly: "Miss, you don't remember me either?"

Su Qing looked completely bewildered, turned to look at me, and gently shook her head: "I don't know you either."

Just then, the driver's side door of the Passat opened, and a middle-aged man of similar age got out.

He wore glasses perched on his nose and a dark executive jacket.

His attire was refined and composed, and he exuded the air of a respectable person working within the system.

He walked over in a few steps and stood beside the woman.

The woman immediately turned her head to the man and said:

"See, I didn't mistake him, did I? This is our benefactor. He's the one who saved our child."