Jiang Jingyu couldn't stand it any longer.

After all, the child is her own grandson.

Watching her grandson walk step by step toward death, Shen Shuyuan, that heartless woman, could do it, but she couldn't.

Jiang Jingyu picked up her phone and called Shen Jinmo again.

Seeing her on the phone, Song Anran snatched the phone from her: "What are you doing?"

“The child is my son’s, he can’t just abandon him. My grandson can’t die.” Jiang Jingyu insisted on making the phone call.

Song Anran initially wanted to stop her, but looking at the child in her arms, she let Jiang Jingyu dial Shen Jinmo's number.

Shen Jinmo is the child's father.

It was her last straw.

As soon as the call connected, Song Anran snatched the phone from Jiang Jingyu's hand.

"What do you want?" Shen Jingmo's voice on the other end of the phone was hoarse and as indifferent as ever.

“I’m the one who’s looking for you,” Song Anran said.

It was the early hours of the morning. Having failed to capture Song Anran, Shen Jinmo had barely slept all night. He had just gotten a replacement SIM card and inserted it into his new phone when his mother, Jiang Jingyu, called.

Song Anran's voice suddenly woke up the tired and weary Shen Jinmo, making him perk up.

Song Anran should be in a nursing home right now.

Could it be that her mother, Jiang Jingyu, was also kidnapped by her?

While holding her phone, Shen Jinmo got out of bed, went downstairs, and sent several bodyguards to the nursing home to check on the situation.

"Are you going to walk right into a trap?" Shen Jinmo asked, somewhat puzzled.

She's currently on the run all over the world, probably terrified of being caught, but now she's delivered herself right to their doorstep.

“I gave birth to a boy,” Song Anran said slowly. “He is your son, but he seems to be dying and needs an incubator.”

Shen Jinmo fell silent.

It turns out that the ruthless and heartless Song Anran would actually risk her life for her child, which shows that she still has some humanity.

“Shen Jinmo, I never beg anyone, but today I’m begging you to save him. He’s your child too. I can give my child to you, but you have to spare my life. Don’t call the police, and arrange for me to go abroad.”

Song Anran looked at the child in her arms, her eyes red.

She is currently unable to raise the child, so she has no choice but to use the child as a bargaining chip.

"What if I don't agree?" Shen Jinmo said coldly.

"You can refuse, then I'll strangle this child with my own hands, and kill your mother too." Song Anran's bloodshot eyes instantly turned bloodshot and sharp.

Jiang Jingyu, standing to the side, trembled slightly: "..." This person could actually say he would kill her right in front of her without changing his expression.

Jiang Jingyu, quite frightened, retreated step by step.

Song Anran was a new mother and very weak, so she couldn't catch up with her.

"Okay, I agree. We can discuss everything in detail when we meet." Shen Jinmo agreed without much thought.

He just wanted to keep her calm.

As soon as he hung up the phone, he immediately contacted Lu Zhiwei and the local police.

Song Anran put away her phone and watched the figure walking towards the door: "Don't go, don't you want the bank card password anymore?"

Jiang Jingyu glanced at the card in her pocket.

Compared to money, life is of course more important. Besides, her son is willing to answer her calls now that he's a father. Maybe he'll be so happy that he can take her back to the Shen family's old house and she won't have to live this miserable life here.

"Who wants your worthless card? Take it back." Jiang Jingyu threw the card on the ground.

She felt it was dirty to use Shen Shuyuan's money.

When their son arrived, they planned to take the child back to the Shen family, so that she could rightfully go back with him.

As for Shen Shuyuan, it would be best to have the police arrest her as soon as possible, so that the mother could be removed and the child kept. Wouldn't that be the best of both worlds?

Song Anran took the child and handed him to Jiang Jingyu: "This is your grandson, you must treat him well."

He then bent down and picked up the bank card.

How could she not know that Shen Jinmo's easy agreement was a prelude to his plan to capture her?

Sitting idly by and waiting for death is not her style.

"Okay, take the child out to find a doctor and see if he needs to get vaccinated. I'm going to rest for a bit."

Song Anran lay back down on the bed and covered herself with the blanket.

"You really seem to have gotten addicted to ordering me around." Jiang Jingyu said, though she was not convinced, she still took the child and left the room.

Whether this woman wants to escape or leave, as long as the child is in her hands, that's fine.

After Jiang Jingyu left the room with the child, Song Anran got out of bed, closed the door, and forced herself to sit down at the dressing table, opening the drawer.

There was another spare phone in the drawer. Jiang Jingyu had a bad memory, so she never set passwords for her phones.

The Shen family's accounts all have dedicated security personnel, so she has no fear of her funds being stolen.

So they stopped taking precautions.

She took out her spare phone, and the one Jiang Jingyu had just used to call her, making a total of two phones.

Take out one of the phones and send a video call invitation to the other phone.

After the call connected, she turned on the rear camera of one of her phones and placed it vertically on a dressing table. The camera was not obstructed, so it could capture the entire room.

She put the other phone in her pocket and turned off the microphone.

After finishing this task, she took a brand new lipstick from the dressing table, looked at her pale and haggard lips in the mirror, and applied the alluring red.

After applying her lipstick, she stood up, gave a sinister smile to herself in the mirror, and a large tear rolled down her cheek.

Applying lipstick is like donning armor again, adding a touch of color to one's complexion.

Take the car keys from the drawer.

Song Anran put on her hat, draped a heavy coat from Jiang Jingyu's wardrobe, opened the door, and stepped into the morning breeze.

Lu Zhiwei had just closed her eyes and fallen asleep when she received Shen Jinmo's notification.

I was wide awake now, so I quickly put on some clothes, changed out of bed, and drove straight to the nursing home.

Song Anran is indeed cunning; who would have thought she could hide in the nursing home where Jiang Jingyu lives?

Lu Zhiwei's Bugatti and Shen Jinmo's Maybach met at the entrance of the nursing home.

Shen Jinmo immediately ordered the entire nursing home to be sealed off.

"Where is he?" Lu Zhiwei asked him.

"It should be in my mother's room." Shen Jinmo led her to the villa where his mother lived.

Early in the morning, a large crowd gathered at the nursing home.

The elderly residents of the nursing home were disturbed and couldn't get a good night's sleep, so they all got up early to watch the excitement.

Jiang Jingyu carried the child out of the doctor's office and walked towards her own room.

Seeing her son and Lu Zhiwei walking towards them together, she happily hugged her child and ran straight to Shen Jinmo: "Son, you're a father now. Come and see!"

Jiang Jingyu presented the child to Shen Jinmo, as if it were a gift to please him.

This gift was something she had painstakingly created.

Once the son sees the child, he should be able to forgive her, right?

Jiang Jingyu was making these plans in her mind.

Shen Jinmo glanced coldly at the child, but did not reach out to hug him. Instead, he pushed open the door and went straight to Song Anran.