He tricked the female lead into becoming his boyfriend, but then went on to criticize the male lead.

The car door closed gently, blocking all view.

Wen Zhaoci, standing on this side of the road, felt a sudden chill run through her body.

All the gentle smiles in his eyes vanished, leaving only a deep, dark abyss, cold and obsessive, churning with boundless rage and bitterness.

How could he not know Fu Yanchen?

The head of the Fu Group went abroad a few years ago, and returned to China half a year ago to take over the Fu family's business empire. His family background and power are no less than the Wen family. He can be considered a top-tier wealthy family that no one dares to provoke.

It turns out she wasn't replying to messages because she was busy seeing Fu Yanchen.

Wen Zhaoci clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white. His heart felt like it was being squeezed hard, a mix of soreness and pain, anger and helplessness.

Sang Jiuning...you're really amazing.

Previously, Weng Zhicheng had already gone abroad to study, and in the blink of an eye, you now have Fu Yanchen by your side, who is even more powerful and has a stronger aura.

what about me?

I spend every day with you, carefully accommodating you, my heart and eyes are filled with you.

What do I mean to you?

Is it a pastime to pass the time when you're bored?

Is it a spare tire that can be easily discarded?

Or... he was never anything at all, just a worthless boyfriend who got it wrong.

He watched helplessly as the black Cayenne slowly drove away, disappearing into the distance until it vanished from sight.

Wen Zhaoci stood motionless in place, his aura low and icy cold.

A fierce possessiveness and resentment spread wildly in his eyes, and the gentle boy instantly lost all his gentleness, leaving only a stubborn and sinister look.

No matter who Fu Yanchen is, no matter how powerful his family background is.

Sang Jiuning can only be his.

No one can take it away from you.

Wen Zhaoci took out her phone, her fingertips trembling slightly as she dialed her assistant Lu Xiangyang's number. Her tone was cold and tinged with a hint of malice: "Investigate someone, Fu Yanchen, the current president of the Fu Group. Find out everything about his recent schedule and his interactions with Sang Jiuning, the sooner the better."

There was a pause on the other end of the phone, followed by a quick reply: "Young Master? Why the sudden call to investigate President Fu? Although his project doesn't conflict with ours, he's not someone to mess with."

"I don't care if he's easy to mess with or not." Wen Zhaoci's tone suddenly turned cold, his eyes deep and cold as a pool. "I need to know the relationship between him and Sang Jiuning, not a single detail can be missed."

"Also, find out immediately where Fu Yanchen's black Porsche Cayenne is now, where he took Sang Jiuning, and what they did. Find out everything in detail and tell me right away."

Lu Xiangyang on the other end of the phone quickly replied, "Yes, young master, I will immediately retrieve the surveillance footage and traffic information along the route and get back to you right away."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Zhaoci still felt a tightness in his chest, and a surge of suspicion and jealousy almost consumed him.

He had noticed Fu Yanchen.

Earlier, someone maliciously smeared Sang Jiuning on the campus forum, posting various false posts. In the blink of an eye, all posts about Sang Jiuning were quietly deleted, and the traces in the background were also completely erased.

He sensed something was wrong then and had someone secretly investigate the relationship between Fu Yanchen and Sang Jiuning.

The available results clearly show that the two have no connection whatsoever, have never been seen together, and have never interacted privately; they are like two parallel lines that do not interfere with each other.

Wen Zhaoci breathed a slight sigh of relief at the time, assuming that Fu Yanchen had acted casually and did not know Sang Jiuning.

But now?

Sang Jiuning kept her messages from him, hurriedly ran out of the school gate, got into Fu Yanchen's car without hesitation, and left with him.

Is this what you call having no intersection?

Sang Jiuning, how many things are you still hiding from me?

What secrets are hidden between you and Fu Yanchen that I don't know about?

On the other side, the Porsche Cayenne drove smoothly on the city road.

The car was quiet and silent. The enclosed space was filled with the cool and refreshing scent of cedar emanating from Fu Yanchen. An invisible sense of oppression enveloped Sang Jiuning, making her feel somewhat uncomfortable.

Sang Jiuning turned to the side, looking at the street scene rushing past outside the window, her fingertips nervously twisting the hem of her clothes, her mind in turmoil.

Fu Yanchen kept his eyes fixed ahead, but his peripheral vision caught the girl beside him looking uneasy. He parted his thin lips slightly, and his deep voice broke the silence in the car: "Nervous?"

Sang Jiuning stiffened slightly, turned to look at him, her eyes showing a hint of restraint: "Well, after all, I've never met my own mother before, so I'm bound to be nervous."

"I am indeed nervous." Fu Yanchen gave a faint smile, but the smile didn't reach his eyes...

Soon, they arrived directly at the third floor of a private sanatorium on the outskirts of the city.

The corridor was quiet and elegant, with a soft carpet that isolated it from all the noise of the outside world.

Fu Yanchen stood with Sang Jiuning in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling transparent glass window. Through the glass, they could clearly see the layout of every part of the ward.

This place is nothing like the cold and oppressive atmosphere of a regular ward; instead, it's decorated in a warm and homey style.

An exquisite solid wood wardrobe stands against the wall, next to which is a small and cute crib, with various baby dolls and toys scattered around the crib, creating a warm and cozy atmosphere.

A gentle and graceful woman sat beside the hospital bed.

She wore a luxurious and elegant silk nightgown, with delicate features and a resemblance to Sang Jiuning.

She held a lifelike silicone doll tightly in her arms, gently patting it, her lips slightly parted as she murmured something softly, completely immersed in her own world, quiet and lonely.

The moment Sang Jiuning's gaze fell upon him through the glass, she froze instantly.

My heart felt like it was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand. A wave of bitterness, heartache, and grievance washed over me, and my eyes instantly welled up with tears.

No one needs to introduce me, no one needs to remind me.

She could tell at a glance that the woman sitting quietly on the bed, whose features were strikingly similar to her own, was her mother.

Whether it was her longing for maternal love or the influence of the original owner's lingering emotions, it was as if years of suppressed longing and yearning surged up instantly. Warm tears welled up in her eyes, and she held them back from falling on the spot. Her nose stung, and her heart ached and felt bitter.

So that's where she was all along. So that's where Mom was all along.

Fu Yanchen turned his head, taking in her flushed and restrained expression. A subtle softening crossed his usually cold and stern eyes. His voice remained low and calm as he asked, "Should we go in and check on her now?"

Sang Jiuning's body trembled slightly, a sob escaped her throat, and she tried to steady her trembling voice, her eyes filled with worry and apprehension:

"Let's not rush. Let's go ask the attending physician first. I'm afraid that my sudden appearance and emotional outburst might accidentally upset her and worsen her condition."

She was terrified.

Having finally seen her mother, she dared not take any risks, fearing that her presence would only cause her mother greater harm.