Under the astonished gaze of the crowd, Gu Jiayin gracefully leapt off the flower bed, preparing to leave around the fountain pool. At this moment, the troublemakers received new orders from the Qin Family, realized the situation, and began to counterattack, swiftly closing in towards the fountain pool from all directions. Gu Jiayin furrowed her brows slightly, quickly adapting, and sprinted to the flagpole like a skilled pole dancer. She gripped the smooth, black iron pole and spun her way up. She finally locked her legs elegantly around the flagpole, her body straight, coming to a stop five meters above the crowd. Looking down, she accurately identified those inciting trouble among the crowd. She lightly raised the corner of her lips, smiling with a charming menace. She remembered each of them; they were all Ye Zhilin’s personal bodyguards. It was the same group trying to kill her last time on the docks, hidden within the crowd. After getting through today, she would definitely feed these dogs a good "dog meal." This time, whether they were spectators or troublemakers, everyone was shocked and looked up, marveling at the beautiful woman seemingly dancing in the wind. The flag above her fluttered wildly in the wind, and the woman’s red trench coat, coupled with her dark hair, flew high, indescribably beautiful. Such a scene, they had only seen in spy blockbusters. The crowd forgot to attack, all gazing upwards as if witnessing a heavenly miracle. But in the president’s office of the nearby chamber of commerce building, a few individuals were gnashing their teeth in hatred. Qin Zhennan’s face was as black as coal, lips tightly pressed, silent, feeling a deep-seated anger. He never expected the once delicate, pampered daughter to become such a wondrous woman. He couldn’t help but think of Gu Jiayin’s mother, Gu Qiyun. In truth, Gu Qiyun was a good woman, gentle and cultured, well-read. Although they didn’t unite for love—in truth, he had schemed against her—she had always dutifully fulfilled her role as a good wife, showing him great respect. If their relationship hadn’t started with a conspiracy, and if her child had been his, he would have truly cherished her. Back then, he was a talented and brilliant student from a humble background, while she was a beautiful, elegant heiress. They actually made a good match. Sadly, fate is full of such ironic twists. He was destined not to be the man who cherished her and had to push her into an abyss of no return. Ye Zhilin, not knowing Qin Zhennan’s thoughts, looked through the curtain at the scene below, her chest heaving with anger, intricately painted brows tightly furrowed, "That little bitch actually learned such skills." Qin Yishu stood with arms crossed, indifferently watching below, her expression calm but with a chilling coldness in her eyes. Gu Jiayin was the person she most wanted to crush in this world. Qin Xueyao, now nearly five months pregnant, still showed no obvious belly, her limbs slender, maintaining her star-like aura. Her makeup was exquisite, her brows and eyes sharp, words even sharper, "That little bitch Gu Jiayin is really hard to deal with now." Qin Yiheng had come to join in the fun today, leaning against the decorative barrier by the floor-to-ceiling window, side-glancing at the elegantly pole-suspended Gu Jiayin, his eyes filled with infatuation—such a woman truly had allure. Qin Yishu glanced at Qin Yiheng beside her, frowning in disgust at his infatuated, lecherous look, even disliking her own bloodline. But two seconds later, the ice in her eyes began to fill with a mist of scheming, and the corner of her lips subtly curled into a cold, sinister arc. Sheng Qianchi rushed out from the chamber of commerce building, his first glance towards the woman hanging from the flagpole. She showed no sign of distress, elegantly clutching the flagpole, looking down with a faint smile, even a slightly sinister twist to her lips. Breathing a deep sigh of relief, he didn’t hurry to disperse the crowd but leisurely looked up at the woman breezing through the air, as if appreciating a scenic view. Every pose of this woman formed a scene of its own. The handsome man unconsciously allowed a smile to form on his lips. Mo Jun, following closely behind Sheng Qianchi, burst out but didn’t stop. He quickly parted the crowd, running towards the opposite building to deal with the sneak photographers. The large plaza fell into silence, everyone admiring a view, and the woman on the flagpole was the view within the view. Suddenly, a piercing sound of a car scraping against a road barrier shattered the peace. Following the sound, they saw a black, ordinary sedan, hurtling down the road in front of the chamber of commerce building like a runaway horse. Behind the wheel was a young man, with a young woman beside him and a few-months-old baby in her arms, likely a family of three. The car was clearly out of control. The man frantically twisted the steering wheel, while the woman, face pale, screamed and shouted. More dangerously, a five or six-year-old boy stood in the middle of the road, frozen in terror, wailing at the oncoming vehicle. The boy had probably come with his family to watch the commotion, but the adults had neglected him. This scene was even more shocking than what had just transpired with Gu Jiayin. But among the hundreds of people in the plaza, no one moved, all dumbfounded at the harrowing scene, each imagining the boy about to be crushed under the car’s wheels. The reporters didn’t rush to save him but quickly adjusted their cameras, appearing dedicated to their profession. Suddenly, a woman’s heart-wrenching scream shattered the air, "My child!" Within the vast crowd, only three people moved—a boy’s mother, Gu Jiayin, and Sheng Qianchi. Gu Jiayin, being closer to the road, swiftly slid down the flagpole. Thɪs chapter is updated by NoveI~Fire.net Since the road was filled with people, she jumped straight into the fountain pool, skimming over the spraying pipes, rushing towards the boy in the middle of the road. Sheng Qianchi, being farther from the road, still needed to part the crowd, which delayed his action slightly. Under everyone’s watchful eyes, in a heartbeat, Gu Jiayin scooped up the boy crying in the middle of the road and rolled him to the roadside. That precarious moment—it was just a second apart when the out-of-control car roared past. Putting the boy down, Gu Jiayin rudely pulled a taxi driver out of his car by the roadside, disregarded his protests, jumped into the driver’s seat, floored the gas, and chased after the runaway car. At that moment, Sheng Qianchi also reached the roadside, got into his car, and pursued. The reporters remained exceptionally professional, scrambling to keep up as they chased and snapped photos along the way. Such a scene promised sensational and gripping headlines for tomorrow.