He Nianhui was completely absorbed in his painting, glancing at the two of them every now and then. His face was pale, but the seriousness and stubbornness in his eyes never changed.

A moment later, he smiled and turned the sketchbook over.

The image shows Lin Zhaojiang and Song Wan, transformed into cartoon characters, vivid and lifelike, with exquisite expressions.

Even Lin Zhaojiang couldn't help but exclaim, "Young Master He's talent is indeed well-deserved."

"Oh, wait a minute!" He Nianhui grinned mischievously, "Almost there!"

Lin Zhaojiang and Song Wan were both stunned. With just a few strokes, Young Master He revealed the painting, transforming the once handsome and masculine man into a portly, balding figure…

Lin Zhaojiang's eyes widened, and Song Wan tried her best to suppress her laughter when she saw his expression.

“I think Song Wan’s novel could have a side story,” He Nianhui said, raising an eyebrow. “It would be about what the male lead would look like when he’s older. That way, my painting would come in handy!”

"Ha," Lin Zhaojiang sneered, "The male lead is old, but the female lead won't?"

"No way!" He Nianhui argued confidently. "Besides, you're already old! Even in twenty years, you'll age faster than Sister Song Wan!"

Lin Zhaojiang rolled his eyes, pouted, and didn't argue with him.

However, after a while, He Nianhui's eyes dimmed.

He chuckled self-deprecatingly and said in a low voice, "Do you think I'm talking nonsense?"

"What?"

Before Lin Zhaojiang could react, he saw He Nianhui suddenly pull out a syringe from his bag and frantically inject it into his arm!

"Stop!" Lin Zhaojiang and Song Wan were both startled and hurriedly stepped forward to stop them.

"Not crazy..." He Nianhui muttered to himself, "I'm not crazy, not at all!"

Song Wan held his hand tightly: "If you're not crazy, then why are you pricking yourself with needles!"

He Nianhui suddenly froze, his body stiffening, his eyes wide and round, appearing extremely disproportionate to his thin, pale face. He bit his lip, fine beads of sweat forming on his forehead, making him look quite frightening.

"Heh...heh..." he laughed. "You know what? My sister also pricks herself with a syringe like that! I told her her secret, and she had the doctor prick me with a needle!"

"She said I was crazy, everyone thought I was crazy! Even my parents didn't care about me, they wouldn't save me..."

"I don't know the meaning of life. Maybe it's better to die. Once I'm dead, it's all over..."

He Nianhui got up, walked out without saying a word, and left the sketchbook in the lounge. Song Wan was a little scared and clung tightly to Lin Zhaojiang.

"It's alright," he said softly, trying to comfort him. "It seems that Young Master He is quite ill. The Huo family has kinship ties with Southeast Asia, so perhaps we can ask a renowned doctor there to treat him."

"Mmm," Song Wan replied softly, slowly sitting down on the sofa.

Lin Zhaojiang frowned, his doubts deepening.

It seems that He Nianhui has discovered He Yining's secret, which is why He Yining is torturing him like this... But what he doesn't understand is, can He Yining really cover up everything and even deceive He Cangwu and Duan Jinrong?

If not, then why did He Cangwu and Duan Jinrong choose to turn a blind eye?

...

Duan Jinrong, seething with anger, hurriedly stepped out of the crowd. Pei Nian and Huo Jingnan noticed this, exchanged a glance, and immediately began to act.

Pei Nian followed behind Duan Jinrong, and when the time was right, she gave Huo Jingnan a wink.

Huo Jingnan then had the people he had arranged in advance push the food cart over quickly!

"The cart is malfunctioning, everyone be careful!" A waiter, pushing a cart full of food, rushed straight towards Duan Jinrong in an out-of-control manner!

A low gasp rippled through the crowd. Duan Jinrong froze, her mind going blank for a moment. In that instant, Pei Nian grabbed her and shoved her aside.

Fortunately, all was well. Pei Nian caught her steadily, and the out-of-control food cart was stopped by security guards who arrived in time. After regaining her balance, Pei Nian asked with concern, "Ms. Duan, are you alright?"

Duan Jinrong was panting heavily, and after a long while, she managed a forced smile. If Pei Nian hadn't been so agile, that car would have hit her!

Pei Nian helped her tidy her shawl and hair, and the two exchanged pleasantries for a while before going their separate ways.

Pei Nian smiled gently as she watched her retreating figure, then deftly placed the hair sample she had just received into a small bottle.

The next day, Huo Jingnan and Pei Nian arranged to meet Lin Zhaojiang.

“This is Duan Jinrong’s, and this is He Yining’s.” Pei Nian handed him the samples.

Lin Zhaojiang smiled and gave a thumbs up.

However, he took out another one and whispered, "This is for Wanwan."

"Um?"

"Let's get tested together." Lin Zhaojiang looked at the two of them. "Now, the scales in my heart are increasingly tipping towards Wanwan being the real 'He Yining'!"

Huo Jingnan and Pei Nian looked at each other and tacitly agreed with this conjecture.

“Uncle Lin, leave this to me.” Huo Jingnan looked at him. “Since we’ve already suspected this, He Yining must be on guard. Plus, Niannian told me these past two days that He Yining won’t let her get close, and even the female bodyguards have to keep their distance from her… So I think she might have sensed something.”

Lin Zhaojiang frowned. "Do you have any good ideas?"

"I'll take it to the military hospital and have them do the testing," Huo Jingnan said confidently. "If, as I'm saying, He Yining is really wary of us, she might try to destroy the test report. But the military hospital is strictly managed, and I have a former comrade-in-arms there; she absolutely won't be able to gain any advantage!"

Lin Zhaojiang smiled and nodded, sincerely saying, "Thank you."

"Don't mention it!" Huo Jingnan scratched his head and smiled sheepishly. "Actually... I also have a selfish motive."

"What's wrong?"

"It's my and Niannian's anniversary, and we'd like to use Uncle Lin's amusement park. Is that alright?"

Lin Zhaojiang laughed heartily and immediately agreed.

At this moment, Huo Junyang rushed over and immediately drank the beverage that had been ordered for him in advance.

"What's going on?" Huo Jingnan teased. "You look really down. Tell me the truth, with Zhijin not around, what were you doing last night?"

"I..." Huo Junyang couldn't argue with him, so he took action directly, but he was no match for the special forces soldier and was subdued in a few moves.

"Huo Jingnan, you don't understand the darkness of night! How could you, a mere mortal, possibly understand the nights artists stay up?"

"Oh, you're still feeling wronged?"

Huo Junyang yawned, "That's right, inspiration always comes in the middle of the night... Not only do I have to draw illustrations for my aunt, but I also have to organize the He family's family photo..."

"So, what are your thoughts?"

"Hmm, there really is one!" Huo Junyang's eyes lit up, and he pulled out his phone to find a photo of his painting.