"If you agree to go abroad, I’ll give you a sum of money. Rest assured, it will certainly guarantee the quality of life for you and your daughter." Mrs. Su said her idea, her tone carrying a few tempting elements. "What if I don’t leave?" An Ying replied coldly. "Even if you’re not afraid of being found by my brother-in-law..." Mrs. Su continued unhurriedly, "aren’t you afraid your beautiful daughter will be seen as an illegitimate child by others?" This is truly a heart-killer! An Ying and her daughter have depended on each other for years. She never dared to let her daughter suffer any grievance. Hearing the words "illegitimate child" from the other’s mouth, An Ying couldn’t help but tremble all over, her eyes becoming misty. "Xu Hui, don’t push me too far." An Ying’s voice was piercing, ear-splitting. In Mrs. Su’s eyes, An Ying always had a gentle and quiet disposition. Even small quarrels never happened with her, because as long as something slightly displeased her, someone would solve all her troubles. Back then, when someone showered her with warmth, even though it has been many years, Mrs. Su still remembered it vividly. "Stop the car..." An Ying frantically tried to open the car door. Seeing her eyes lose focus, Mrs. Su frowned and said to Old Hu, "Stop the car." "Yes, madam." Old Hu respectfully replied, then pulled over. Once the car door unlocked, An Ying opened it directly. As she stepped out, Mrs. Su’s voice came from behind. "You can think about what I said just now. If you change your mind, come to this place to find me." Having said that, Mrs. Su took out a business card from her bag and stuffed it into An Ying’s pocket. Before leaving, An Ying took out the business card from her pocket and threw it back into the car. Inside the car, Mrs. Su watched An Ying’s stubborn back, unable to hide the hatred in her eyes anymore, "An Ying, you’d better leave quietly..." "Madam, are the people we sent to monitor her still here?" The car parked by the roadside, Old Hu asked. "Of course they’re staying. I can only be at ease if she lives under my watch." Mrs. Su’s eyes revealed a dark gleam, her lips slowly curling up as she spoke, "If we hadn’t sent someone to watch her beforehand, we wouldn’t have accidentally found my brother-in-law here today. Thankfully, we arrived in time; if they had met..." The rıghtful source is 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⟡𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕥⟡𝕟𝕖𝕥 If they really met, Mrs. Su dared not imagine the consequences. "Did Mr. Meng discover something? Is that why he came here specifically?" Old Hu looked puzzled. "Impossible." Mrs. Su’s exquisitely made-up face was full of certainty. As long as there was any news about An Ying, Meng Heming’s men would come out in force. In this tiny place, finding someone would be a piece of cake for him. And now, he’s wandering the streets like a lone wolf in the world, losing his direction. So she believed that Meng Heming’s appearance here was purely coincidental. Mrs. Su remembered her sister once said that when her brother-in-law’s longing for An Ying reached its peak, he would do some absurd things, at best disappearing for a few days, at worst making himself neither human nor ghost. Back then, when Xu Ming said these words, she hadn’t fallen ill yet and was quite clear-minded. Her words were infused with a sense of bitterness, misery, and helplessness. Recalling that scene made Mrs. Su’s hatred for An Ying grow even more. Old Hu tightened his grip on the steering wheel, finally voicing his concern. "Madam, should we withdraw our people from Mr. Meng’s side?" In recent years, Mr. Meng hadn’t been kind to the Su Family or the Xu Family. If he discovered someone tracking him, given his iron-fisted means, he would soon find out who started it. By then, the Su and Xu Families’ situation would only worsen. But not having someone follow her, Mrs. Su worried that in time her brother-in-law would find An Ying, which was the last thing she could tolerate. "Continue following." Mrs. Su said firmly. As the head of the Meng Family, Meng Heming’s keen insight was evident. Old Hu hesitated for a moment, still reminding, "Mr. Meng is not an ordinary person, we should still..." "Are you questioning my decision?" "I wouldn’t dare." Old Hu’s heart sank, he respectfully answered. "Then follow my instructions." Mrs. Su scolded harshly, clearly impatient in her tone. On the wide road, a car sped past like a flying horse! An Ying, lost in thought, hailed a cab. On the way back, Xu Hui’s words "illegitimate child" echoed in her mind. Those three words were undoubtedly the most lethal blow to An Ying. When she arrived at the building’s base, after the driver’s repeated reminders, she dazedly got out, only for the driver to chase after her for payment. An Ying took out her phone, apologetically scanning to pay before heading towards her building, and when she reached the third floor, she saw her empty hand, immediately turning to run downstairs. By the time she got to the ground floor, the car had already left. The fish bought for her daughter to eat was ultimately lost; she was truly useless! An Ying stood sadly on the concrete road, slightly raising her head, watching the sky shrouded in clouds, the tears gathering in her eyes finally fell uncontrollably. Those videos she usually watched said, didn’t they, that if you look up at the sky while crying, the tears wouldn’t fall. Turns out it was a lie. An Ying extended her hand, gently wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes with her fingertips, then climbed the stairs again, controlling her emotions during the process. Her daughter rarely came home, so An Ying didn’t want her to notice anything unusual. Unbeknownst to her, not long after she left, An Yin woke up and, finding her mother gone, habitually went to the bedroom window to look downstairs. After a few glances without seeing Ms. An, An Yin was ready to give up when she noticed the familiar silhouette getting out of a taxi. An Yin leaned closer to the windowsill, observing closely. Even though she was on the sixth floor, she still saw Ms. An’s movement of wiping her tears, which made An Yin very worried. She turned and dashed outside, her steps swift, and when she reached the third floor, she saw Ms. An stopping. "Why did you come down?" As she spoke, An Ying’s plain face showed a faint smile, like willow catkins in spring, gently brushing past An Yin’s heart. An Yin stared blankly at her. The dim corridor light wasn’t good, but she could faintly make out her full appearance. "I missed you after I didn’t see you when I got up," An Yin said muffledly. She wanted to ask why Ms. An was crying just now. But when she saw the forced smile on Ms. An’s lips, An Yin hesitated. "Still think you’re a three-year-old?" An Ying stepped up the stairs, coming to her daughter and proactively holding her daughter’s soft, fair hand. The daughter she bore with great difficulty, she would not let her suffer any harm! An Ying’s gaze moved from her daughter’s hand, firmly resolute inside.