Lin Qingtong ran through the garden in the manor, her white dress almost completely obscured by the wind, making her invisible from a distance; one could only assume it was the sound of the wind.

Her breathing gradually quickened, and her whole body felt weak.

Lin Qingtong needed to get to the mountaintop as quickly as possible to escape this den of wolves.

But by the time she reached the foot of the mountain, the cable car had already been closed.

It seems that William of the East discovered it and notified others in advance to close all the passages up and down the mountain.

Standing on a high rock, she noticed a number of bodyguards in black heading down the mountain in the distance.

She deliberately left some misleading clues to make everyone mistakenly believe that she went to the foot of the mountain.

But she knew that William of the East would surely guess that she was coming up the mountain.

It's just a matter of time.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a thatched hut on the hillside. There was no one guarding the door, so she ran towards it.

Although she heard from William of the East that the person imprisoned there was his father.

Even if William Dongfang is cold-blooded and ruthless, he should still have some special feelings for his biological father.

So she quickly headed in that direction.

Inside the manor.

William Dongfang couldn't find any trace of Lin Qingtong, and his expression grew cold.

He knew that Lin Qingtong was so proud that she would never submit to him so easily.

Sure enough, she discovered the manor's surveillance and patrol arrangements so quickly that she even managed to take control of them.

Come to think of it, it really does resemble me somewhat.

However, he found it strange that Lin Qingtong, being so intelligent, couldn't possibly not have thought of it. His properties stretched for dozens of kilometers at the foot of the mountain, making it impossible for him to escape.

Just then, Lin Jiaorui suddenly burst in.

“Mr. Dongfang, I know where Lin Qingtong went.”

William Dongfang couldn't help but glance at Lin Jiaorui again, "How did you know?"

Lin Jiaorui stepped forward and knelt directly in front of Dongfang William, answering with an expression of utmost loyalty.

“Sir, Lin Qingtong and I grew up together, so I can naturally guess what she’s thinking.”

"She definitely didn't go down the mountain."

William raised an eyebrow and said calmly, "Then tell me, where did she go?"

Lin Jiaorui knelt forward a few steps, placed her hand on Dongfang William's knee, and gave a charming smile.

"My daughter has long admired you, sir, and will naturally tell you everything."

"However, I hope you can grant me one request."

William crossed his legs and lifted Lin Jiaorui's cheek with his fingers.

"Then tell me, what are your conditions?"

Lin Jiaorui was overjoyed, thinking that Dongfang William had agreed.

"My daughter just wants to go home to see her parents. She promises that she will serve her husband for the rest of her life after she returns."

William Dongfang smiled. "I can think about it. First, tell me where Lin Qingtong went?"

Only then did Lin Jiaorui speak up.

"Lin Qingtong wouldn't be stupid enough to run down the mountain; that would be asking for trouble. She must have run up the mountain."

"She's cunning; she might be carrying some kind of tracking device."

Suddenly, William Dongfang realized something and leaned closer to Lin Jiaorui.

"You want to leave here?"

Lin Jiaorui nodded hurriedly, and then Dongfang William kicked her directly.

She slammed directly against the wall, slowly sliding down, spitting blood as she asked.

"Why?"

William slowly got up and patted off non-existent dust from his knees.

"Didn't you say last time that Lin Qingtong doesn't have a father?"

Lin Jiaorui clutched her chest, looking at Dongfang William with a puzzled expression, her mind somewhat sluggish.

She could only think that Dongfang William was likely Lin Qingtong's father, but then she realized that the time and age didn't match up at all.

He's only in his twenties, how could he possibly have given birth to Lin Qingtong, who is also in her twenties?

William stepped in slowly, reached out and lifted her chin, his eyes filled with disgust.

“She doesn’t have a father, but I do, and it’s the same one.”

“If you want to leave the manor, I can grant your wish. But I don’t want someone as filthy as you.”

He shoved Lin Jiaorui aside, then stood up and walked gracefully toward the mountain.

The punch Lin Jiaorui received was so painful that it felt like her internal organs were shifting. She lay on the ground, her body convulsing.

Suddenly, she realized something and stared wide-eyed in the direction where William had left.

"How is this possible?!"

At the same time, she felt resentment and unwillingness.

Why should I?!

Lin Qingtong is prettier than her, and has a better background, with a loving mother and grandfather.

Now he even has a hidden billionaire father and an extremely wealthy brother.

She was almost going crazy, wishing she could find Lin Qingtong right now and tear her pretty little face to shreds.

Just then, a furtive figure appeared, picked up Lin Jiaorui from the ground, and dragged her to the basement.

He tied Lin Jiaorui to the bed, then cut open her abdomen with a knife, her eyes sparkling as she spoke.

"This experiment will definitely be a success."

On the bed next to it was a sow that had already fallen unconscious.

Although Lin Jiaorui closed her eyes, she was still conscious and could feel the other person cutting open her skin and putting something inside.

She wanted to cry, to break down and scream, but she couldn't move at all, as if a mountain was pressing down on her.

Lin Qingtong had no idea what Lin Jiaorui had gone through, nor was she interested in knowing. Instead, she went to the front of the thatched hut.

Although the thatched hut was dilapidated, it was so clean that it looked like someone would come and clean it every now and then.

There was a "福" (good fortune) character pasted on the door, which was probably written crookedly by the writer himself.

Lin Qingtong stepped forward and gently knocked on the door.

Is anyone inside?

There was no answer from inside the thatched hut. Lin Qingtong wondered, could it be that her father was no longer alive?

She pushed open the door of the thatched hut and saw a figure sitting on the bed in a daze in the dimly lit room.

The man was tall and thin, sitting there like a bamboo pole with a full beard.

His eyes, which had been dull, lit up the moment he saw Lin Qingtong.

"Wanjun, is that you?"

Upon hearing the name Wan Jun, Lin Qingtong's heart skipped a beat. It couldn't be such a coincidence, could it?

My mother's name is Wan Jun; it might just be a coincidence.

She stepped forward, closed the door, and asked in a low voice.

"Sir, you've lived here for so long, do you know if there's any exit around here?"

The other person kept staring at Lin Qingtong, their eyes revealing a dark and profound light.

He opened his mouth, then finally took out a key and handed it to Lin Qingtong.

"Here, take this."

Lin Qingtong looked bewildered. The key looked like it belonged to a safe, but why would this person give her a key to a safe?

However, according to William of the East, he has kept his father imprisoned here.

That proves that this person is very likely his father, but Lin Qingtong can't see his face clearly and can't recognize him at all.

Moreover, there's even the possibility that the old man in front of us has already been driven mad by Eastern William.