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Liang Yi was determined to secretly investigate the matters surrounding Mo Qinghuan during this period. Who was manipulating things behind the scenes? He wanted to seek justice for Mo Qinghuan!

Seeing Liang Yi’s resolute determination, the agent felt quite gratified. This big boy seemed to have grown a lot in the blink of an eye. He was no longer someone who needed protection; he had even begun to learn how to protect others with his own abilities.

In the company, there was still one room with the lights on-Huo-Jie’s office. She sat at her desk, anxiously waiting for a phone call, even forgetting it was already late at night. When the phone finally rang, she eagerly grabbed it and asked:

“How is it? Is there any result from the investigation I asked you to conduct?”

“Not yet.” The caller was another private detective whom Huo-Jie had hired at a high price to find the whereabouts of the private detective who killed Shen Meng. But several days had passed without any progress, and this time was no different.

Huo-Jie was growing impatient. She gritted her teeth and raised her voice to scold, “It’s been days, and you still have no information. When I hired you, you assured me that I wouldn’t have to worry about this matter. But now, what are you doing? Do you expect me to continue waiting helplessly?”

“I’ve done my best. All possible connections have been activated, but there’s still no information. If he isn’t dead, then someone powerful must be helping him hide so thoroughly.” The private detective analyzed the situation rationally, in stark contrast to Huo-Jie’s agitation.

“You think someone might be helping that scoundrel?” The detective’s words made Huo-Jie suddenly calm down.

Indeed, she had heard that the scoundrel was excellent at tracking, which was why she hired him at a high price to follow Shen Meng. He had always had a good reputation in the industry, so why would he easily resort to violence and murder? The only explanation was that someone else had contacted him, and perhaps that person was the mastermind behind the whole affair, causing trouble for Lu Yucheng and Mo Qinghuan.

The more she thought about it, the more worried Huo-Jie became about Mo Qinghuan. So she firmly ordered the private detective, “I don’t care what method you use; you must find that guy quickly. If you find him, I’ll give you double the reward! Remember, money is not the issue; finding him is the key.”

To clear Mo Qinghuan’s name and rescue Lu Yucheng from wrongful imprisonment, Huo-Jie was willing to do whatever it took, even if it meant losing everything.

Upon hearing about the double reward, the private detective was naturally overjoyed. He nodded repeatedly and promised, “Don’t worry, Huo-Jie, I’ll handle this. Even if not for the money, I’ll do it for your sake.”

“Stop with the smooth talk. I warn you, find that person’s hiding place quickly, and I won’t shortchange you. But if your investigation continues to yield no results, I won’t give you a penny. Don’t think I’m desperate enough to trust just anyone, understand?”

After speaking, Huo-Jie hung up the phone. But the strong and domineering woman who had just spoken to the detective now returned to a state of fear. She was still at a loss, praying for heaven’s mercy to protect Mo Qinghuan. After all, she had suffered enough in her life; she didn’t want her life to become even harder.

In the Lu family villa, after Huo-Jie and Liang Yi were driven away, Mo Qinghuan returned to her room. Exhaustion and a splitting headache made her fall asleep unknowingly. In her dreams, she had a nightmare where Lu Yucheng was bullied and tortured by inmates in prison, covered in wounds.

Seeing all this, she couldn’t help but shed tears. Just as she was about to grab Lu Yucheng’s hand and rescue him from prison, the cruel netizens who had left comments under her posts suddenly appeared. They pointed at Mo Qinghuan’s head, accusing her, “It’s all your fault. If it weren’t for you, none of this would have happened!”

“Killer! Mo Qinghuan, your hands are stained with Shen Meng’s blood, right? Now you’re letting Lu Yucheng take the blame for you. How do you have the face to live in this world?”

“No, it wasn’t me, it really wasn’t me.” Mo Qinghuan shook her head weakly, explaining repeatedly. But the mocking voices around her grew louder, and no one believed her. She let go of her stubbornness and cried, while Lu Yucheng was locked back in prison. His eyes were desperate and heart-wrenching, watching her being scolded. He spoke:

“Qinghuan, don’t be afraid. I will protect you. I’ll go to prison for you, I’ll endure the bullying, I’ll take all the insults and accusations. You must live well and be happy in a world without me…”

“No! Yucheng, don’t go!”

Mo Qinghuan woke up from the nightmare, realizing it was just a dream. But the reality of the dream left her drenched in sweat. She reached out to wipe the sweat from her forehead, her eyes still moist. Looking at the pillow behind her, it was soaked with tears.

Seeing it was already dawn, she hugged herself, trembling in the feeling of helplessness. Her mind suddenly recalled Lu Yucheng’s gentle face at the Police Station during the day. She bit her lip, forcing herself to be strong; otherwise, there would truly be no one to help Lu Yucheng seek justice!

Perhaps her scream from the nightmare had scared Little Bun. The little guy, holding a doll and rubbing his sleepy eyes, walked to her door. He gently pushed the door open and, seeing Mo Qinghuan’s eyes a bit swollen, the little guy thoughtfully wiped her tears with his soft hands, as if giving her great courage.

“Older sister, why are you crying?” the little guy asked worriedly.

“Older sister just had a nightmare.” Mo Qinghuan lifted the little guy onto the bed. The spot that originally belonged to Lu Yucheng was now empty, and Mo Qinghuan suddenly felt that this comfortable big bed was now too large, making her feel lonely.

The little guy crawled into the bed, hugged Mo Qinghuan, and continued, “Today, the kids at kindergarten didn’t want to play with me. They said brother is a killer, and Little Bun is a little killer. Older sister, is it true? Did brother kill the older sister named Shen Meng?”

Little Bun’s words made Mo Qinghuan’s body tremble. She could endure all the hardships, but she hadn’t expected even innocent Little Bun to be attacked by other children in kindergarten.

It was obvious that simple children couldn’t say such vicious words. They must have learned to mock and ridicule others from their parents.

Feeling sorry for the little guy, Mo Qinghuan hugged his chubby body and explained, “No, Little Bun, they are lying. Brother is a kind-hearted person; how could he kill someone? This is just a misunderstanding. Someone deliberately framed brother. He is not a killer, and you are definitely not a little killer. Remember, if they dare to say that to you again, you should scold them back. Don’t be afraid; older sister will support you, understand?”