Lu Chaoran let out a cold, disdainful snort. "I don't think you'll have that chance anymore."

"Wu Wei is your assistant, isn't he? Well, in name, perhaps, but in reality, he's your right-hand man. He's done a fair share of dirty work for you, hasn't he?"

Mo Fan’s smile slowly froze at the corners of his lips.

"Unfortunately for you, while I couldn’t dig up much on you directly, I found plenty on Wu Wei."

Lu Chaoran watched him with amusement, evidently pleased with his reaction.

As he listened, Mo Fan's expression grew darker and more clouded, though he struggled to maintain his composure. "So what? He's just my assistant. I can't control everything he does."

"Mr. Mo, Wu Wei has already confessed. Are you really still trying to defend yourself?"

With evidence stacked against him, he still dreamed of clearing his name? Ridiculous.

"We have witnesses and evidence. I suggest you be honest—don’t even think about worming your way out of this."

Mo Fan shot him a scornful look, his tone dripping with contempt. "Just what evidence are you talking about?"

Even now, he was trying to talk his way out.

"Mandy Snow has confessed, and so has Wu Wei." Lu Chaoran’s gaze sharpened. "Oh, and your cousin has also accused you; he says you’re connected to that car accident five years ago."

With all of this laid out, Mo Fan was left utterly speechless.

Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine that Mo Qinglin would side with others to take him down.

"What car accident? I have no idea what you’re talking about."

"You can deny it all you want, but that doesn't mean you won’t be found guilty." Lu Chaoran eyed him with disdain.

Mo Fan clenched his fists tightly, eyes downcast, a venomous gleam flickering within them...

After a spring rain, the clouds dispersed, leaving the sky freshly washed and blue.

Mo Qinglin stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, sunlight spilling over him as he tipped his head back, took a deep breath, and let a relieved smile spread across his lips.

In the end, Mandy Snow couldn’t resist the police’s persistent questioning and confessed everything: the reasons behind Eva Snow’s death, Mo Fan’s smuggling operations—it all tumbled out.

Mo Qinglin compiled years’ worth of Mo Fan’s criminal dealings and submitted them to the cops as evidence.

With both eyewitnesses and hard proof, it was enough to seal Mo Fan’s fate.

—

Three days later, the forensic analysis on the clothing came back—no trace of any so-called carcinogenic substances.

Le Sheng had been recuperating at home these past few days. Upon hearing about her car accident, Mrs. Chen rushed over from the Shen family home, her heart aching at the sight of the bandage on Le Sheng’s forehead.

Turning to Yancy Shaw, she scolded, "You brat! Something this big happened, and you’re only telling me now?"

Le Sheng tried to soothe her gently, "Mom, I’m fine now, see? There’s nothing for you to worry about."

"How could I not worry? If your second brother hadn’t mentioned it, I’d still be in the dark," Mrs. Chen replied, one eye full of concern, the other glaring at Yancy Shaw.

"I told you to take care of Shengsheng—is this your idea of looking after her?"

Yancy Shaw scratched his nose, at a loss for words. He couldn’t very well tell her the whole truth, so he inwardly cursed Bryce Shaw for dragging him into this mess.

Meanwhile, Bryce Shaw sneezed out of nowhere.

Beside him, Li Qiuqi asked quietly, "Caught a chill?"

"No, probably just someone badmouthing me behind my back," Bryce Shaw replied, pulling Li Qiuqi into his arms.

He figured Mrs. Chen must have shown up at Yancy Shaw’s place just about now and, seeing Le Sheng’s injury, would certainly have chewed Yancheng out.

Mrs. Chen was famous these days for being fiercely protective of her daughter-in-law.

Li Qiuqi looked up, frowning slightly. "Did you tell Mom about Shengsheng’s accident?"

She’d only told him about it recently, and yet he’d spilled the beans already.

Bryce Shaw pursed his lips, sheepishly admitting, "Qiuqi, I’m sorry."

He hadn’t meant any harm—Mrs. Chen had been nagging at him to get Li Qiuqi to come back to the family home since she wasn’t filming at the moment. Wanting to spend more time alone with Li Qiuqi, he’d let slip that Le Sheng was hurt.

He hardly ever got a break, so of course he wanted to spend as much time with Li Qiuqi as possible.

Looking at his guilty expression, Li Qiuqi couldn’t help but shake her head with a chuckle—how could she not understand Bryce Shaw’s thoughts? She’d been busy on set for so long, they’d barely seen each other, and now that filming was over, she wanted to stick by his side, too.

"Qiuqi, meeting you was the luckiest thing that's ever happened to me." Bryce Shaw’s voice came softly from above, his tone gentle yet stirring waves in her heart.

For a while, receiving no response, Bryce Shaw grew a bit anxious and lowered his gaze to meet hers. "Why so quiet?"

In fact, they’d quietly registered their marriage shortly after the New Year, telling no one except close friends and family.

Li Qiuqi met his eyes, brimming with unspoken feelings, and whispered, "Bryce Shaw, thank you."

His presence had brought color and meaning to her life, filling her world with treasures she never imagined—all because of him.

"If you really want to thank me, then promise me you’ll never leave my side."

"Alright," Li Qiuqi replied softly.

"It’s a deal, then."

"It’s a deal."

Bryce Shaw held her tight, unwilling to let go...

At Lanyue Residence.

Mrs. Chen and Le Sheng chatted away on the sofa.

Mrs. Chen still hadn't fully recovered from her fright over Le Sheng’s car accident, and only after carefully checking her over and seeing she was unharmed did she finally relax.

Yancy Shaw took a call out on the balcony.

Yuan Ran was giving him a report on the crash.

"Third Young Master, I've found out who targeted the Young Madam."

Yancy Shaw glanced into the living room at his mother and wife, whose giggles filled the air, then asked, "Who was it?"

"The eldest Miss of Longxin Real Estate in Gangcheng—Qin Jia."

Yancy Shaw’s brow tightened—this woman really was a handful.

"Where is she now?" There was a sharp frost in his voice.

He’d thought Mo Fan was behind it all, but apparently, he was wrong.

"She’s at a residence in the western suburbs. Should I have the police handle it—or...?"

"Wait for me. I’ll be right there."

Some things, he had to deal with himself. He needed to see for himself what this woman was really after.

In a residential neighborhood in the western suburbs, Qin Jia stared at Yuan Ran, her face contorted with fury. "I’m warning you—get out of here now, or I’ll call the police and report you for harassment!"

She looked half out of her mind, resentment burning in her eyes.

Since that charity gala, the entire Qin family had mocked her for her scheming, and online trolls had hounded her ruthlessly. Her nerves were nearly shot.

No matter how harsh her words, Yuan Ran remained unmoved, refusing to take a single step back.

"Get out! Didn’t you hear me?" Suddenly enraged, Qin Jia lashed out wildly at Yuan Ran.

He caught her flailing hands, his expression darkening.

"Yuan Ran." At the sound of the voice behind her, Qin Jia froze, fist trembling.

Yuan Ran released her, nodded at Yancy Shaw, "Third Young Master."