All the reporters were stunned, exchanging bewildered glances, and no one dared to utter another word.

They all thought Song Wan looked weak and easy to bully, but they didn't see the toughness in her bones.

After a few seconds of silence, a voice suddenly came from the book fans in the audience—

"Yes, that's their private life. You reporters are meddling way too much!"

"No matter what Wanwan does, we will support her!"

"Her writing is warm and powerful. Even though those stories are based on her own experiences, as fans of her books, we can only feel sorry for her!"

"Yes! You reporters should stop asking these pointless questions!"

"Organizers! Is anyone here? How did they let these reporters in? We demand they leave!"

A commotion arose in the audience, and the reporters looked uneasy. The organizers did their best to maintain order. Fortunately, no major disturbance occurred, and the presentation ultimately concluded in a warm and harmonious atmosphere.

Song Wan left the scene and waited by the roadside for Rachel to bring the car, but instead saw a familiar figure.

She was stunned.

The man had only been gone from her life for a few days, but it felt like a lifetime had passed. When he walked towards her with firm steps, her heart still pounded.

Lin Zhaojiang stopped in front of her.

Today she wore a dress with a trench coat over it. The dress had simple lines and an elegant temperament, exuding a gentle, scholarly air from head to toe.

He smiled, remembering that she hadn't really cared about dressing up before. Her life was simple; even after being with him, she never spent money on clothes or jewelry. Her clothes were all the cheapest basics, her only cosmetic was a bottle of inexpensive face cream from the supermarket, and her jewelry…

Lin Zhaojiang paused in thought.

She does own jewelry, and she bought it herself. In the past, when she had nothing to do at home, she would submit articles to magazines. Once, one of her articles was published, and the magazine sent her the payment. She used that money to buy a pair of couple rings.

The material is silver, and the design is very simple. She doesn't earn much from writing short articles, but she spent all her money on this pair of rings.

This was probably the only time she ever splurged.

However, she kept both rings to herself and didn't dare tell him.

Lin Zhaojiang will never know how much Song Wan wanted to marry him and stay with him for life.

"Why are you here?" Song Wan's gentle voice pulled him back to reality.

Lin Zhaojiang looked at her and smiled gently. "I... I knew you had a book launch, so I waited for you here. Also... I know everything that happened inside just now, and I wanted to say thank you."

"You're welcome." Song Wan lowered her eyes. "Saying that way is also good for me. I'm not helping you, I'm helping myself."

"Yes, yes..." He hurriedly nodded in acknowledgment, then laughed self-deprecatingly, "Don't worry, I'm not being presumptuous, I have that much self-awareness. But I really didn't expect you to defend me in front of so many people."

"Really?" Song Wan looked at him.

Her eyes were still clear and bright, but the starlight within them seemed to have dimmed.

"How could you think I wouldn't stand up for you?" She forced a smile. "Have you forgotten how I used to love you?"

"Wanwan..."

“I really should let myself go.” Song Wan looked up and looked away, her face showing a kind of detached indifference. “But the prerequisite for letting myself go is to face the past.”

“Zhaojiang, I did love you,” she said, emphasizing each word. “It was the kind of love that I gave my all to, even my life.”

"I got together with you because of money... I often reminded myself that I was nothing to you and that you would leave me sooner or later. But I just couldn't help falling for you."

“After I remembered those things from the past, I also hated you. But these past two days I seem to have understood something. I hate you because I still love you, but the opposite of love is not hate, but forgetting. So... I really intend to let myself go.”

Lin Zhaojiang stood quietly in place. A gust of wind blew, and petals from the cherry blossom tree behind Song Wan drifted down and landed on her hair and shoulders.

Even though she was standing right in front of him, he felt as if they were in two separate worlds.

In the chilly spring season, there is not only sunshine, but also a coldness in the air.

Lin Zhaojiang forced a smile, unsure of what to say.

“I’ve let myself go,” Song Wan looked into his eyes, “and you should let yourself go too. Let’s both let go of each other and start new lives, okay?”

Are you going to forget me completely?

Song Wan lowered her head and remained silent.

Lin Zhaojiang felt as if his heart was being torn apart, but in the end he nodded and smiled gently at her.

“Okay, I understand,” he said softly. “I won’t bother you anymore. You can start your new life. But before that, I have to tell you something…”

Lin Zhaojiang took a deep breath and slowly uttered a few words: "I didn't do that."

"What?"

“You always thought I had someone find you, force you to abort the child, and ultimately drive you to fall off the building… Wanwan, I didn’t do it. I investigated those people back then, but you were in the hospital, your life hanging in the balance, and after you were discharged, you were in that mental state. I was busy taking care of you, so I neglected to investigate…”

"I've found out everything now." His gaze was firm and unwavering. "Wanwan, don't worry, I will get justice for you and the child!"

*

A few days later.

At the board meeting of Zhonglin Group, Lin Zhaojiang dealt with his fourth uncle's family swiftly and decisively. He presented evidence of his fourth uncle and aunt's economic crimes over the years, listing each item clearly and leaving no room for rebuttal.

Their children also got involved in various business deals, using the group's money to enrich themselves.

Lin Zhaojiang had ample evidence, including physical evidence and sufficient witness testimony. He had also called the police in advance. As soon as he announced the evidence, cold handcuffs were already on the wrists of his fourth uncle and fourth aunt.

The boardroom erupted in uproar, and the scene descended into chaos. Faced with overwhelming evidence, Uncle and Aunt turned pale with fright and nearly fainted in the meeting room.

Lin Zhaojiang smiled contemptuously. His men had already taken control of the venue and brought Lin Na, who was also pale-faced, in from outside.

"You..." Fourth Uncle's eyes widened. "How could it be you? You..."

"Fourth Uncle, Fourth Aunt," Lin Zhaojiang said with a smile, "your daughter is more capable and more resilient than you two. I'll let her witness your confession and acceptance of punishment!"

Linna looked at her adoptive parents, and when their eyes met, she could only see anger and coldness in their eyes, without a trace of concern for their daughter.