Song Anran stood there, utterly exhausted. The emotional breakdown, the trauma of childbirth, and the lack of rest she had experienced in recent days finally gave way to her collapse.

Su Ziheng immediately opened his arms and hugged Song Anran, saying, "Go and call the family doctor. I'm not going to the company today."

Su Ziheng carried Song Anran into the villa.

The family doctor performed a full physical examination on Song Anran, who had fainted, and informed Su Ziheng of his basic condition.

"Miss Song has just given birth and is physically weak. In addition, she hasn't rested properly and hasn't eaten, so she's experiencing temporary shock due to low blood sugar. She needs to be given intravenous nutrition. Furthermore, she needs to rest quietly and take good care of herself during her postpartum period; otherwise, she may develop health problems later on..."

After hearing this, Su Ziheng instructed the family doctor to give Song Anran an IV drip.

Looking at her flattened belly, Su Ziheng felt complicated.

She gave birth, but where did she give birth? And where is the child?

Before the injection could even be administered, the butler rushed into the room in a panic: "Young Master, Miss Lu is bringing two policemen home."

Su Ziheng stared at Song Anran, who was unconscious on the bed.

He knew that Lu Zhiwei's people were secretly watching his every move and closely monitoring Song Anran's movements. Once Song Anran approached him, she would know immediately.

I just didn't expect her to arrive so quickly.

"Let's go to the basement." Su Ziheng picked up Song Anran and left the master bedroom on the second floor, heading straight for the basement.

The structure of the Su family villa was exclusively designed by a famous foreign architect. The second basement level has a spacious dark room with an entrance hidden by floor tiles, so no one can discover the existence of this room.

After settling Song Anran and the family doctor in, Su Ziheng returned to the living room on the first floor.

As Lu Zhiwei walked in, he straightened his clothes and composed himself, calmly greeting her.

“Mr. Su’s villa is very beautiful, perfect for keeping a mistress.” Lu Zhiwei crossed her arms and looked around the villa.

Su Ziheng pretended not to understand her riddle, "Although I've had quite a few girlfriends, I've never brought any of them back to the Su family. How can you say I'm keeping a mistress in a golden house?"

"Song Anran is really special to you, so special that you are willing to risk the crime of harboring a murderer to protect her."

Lu Zhiwei walked inside step by step.

Su Ziheng followed behind: "Miss Lu, isn't it inappropriate for you to bring the police into my house like this?"

"I brought a search warrant. My men filmed Song Anran entering your house. This is the evidence." Lu Zhiwei took out her phone, opened the video, and handed it to Su Ziheng.

“She did come here,” Su Ziheng said without any attempt to hide his feelings after watching the video. “But she left in a hurry after only a short while.”

"Whether she left or not, we'll only know after we finish searching."

Lu Zhiwei allowed the police to enter the house and search it.

She then took out her phone and photographed the entire villa.

Su Ziheng stayed in the living room with her and deliberately started a conversation: "I heard Song Anran gave birth?"

“Yes, you’re a father now, it’s a son,” Lu Zhiwei replied, following up on his question.

The phone kept taking pictures.

Su Ziheng didn't understand what she was filming. Did she think filming his house would lead to a search for him?

"What about my child?"

"The baby is being kept in an incubator at the Lu family's hospital. The baby was premature and weighed only four pounds."

"Oh, then once the child's condition stabilizes, can I go and pick him up?"

"Let's talk about it after we catch Song Anran."

Not long after, the police finished their search and found nothing. They returned to her and reported, "Ms. Lu, there is no one in the villa."

"Okay, let's go." Lu Zhiwei put away her phone and stood up.

Su Ziheng was surprised that he had been fooled so easily. He stood up with a grin and saw him off, saying, "Welcome to come again next time."

Lu Zhiwei left the villa and got into a police car.

Her men remained lurking nearby and did not leave.

She deliberately left first to lower the guard of the people inside, firmly believing that Song Anran had not left at all.

Send the full view of the villa that I just took to Luo Wuyan.

He then called her and said, "Immediately forward this video to all architectural designers in the alliance, find out which famous designer designed this house, and send me the original design drawings."

"Okay, Vivi, I'll get it done right away."

Luo Wuyan acted swiftly as always.

The Artists Alliance connects to the dark web worldwide, gathering the latest and most comprehensive information.

Luo Wuyan used her network of connections to find the designer who designed the villa for Su Ziheng and had the designer retrieve the original design drawings.

Sitting in the car, Lu Zhiwei looked at the design drawing, a slight smile playing on her lips.

This time!

She would absolutely not let Song Anran get away.

She immediately called Liu Changqing and asked him to bring people from the police station to carry out the final arrest.

Su Ziheng watched as Lu Zhiwei's car drove away.

He also instructed his housekeeper and servants to closely monitor the situation a hundred meters away, in case Lu Zhiwei made a surprise return.

He was extremely cautious and careful, hoping that Song Anran could stay with him safely and complete her postpartum confinement.

Once the situation stabilizes, he will go and bring their son back so the family can be reunited.

We arrived at the second basement level.

The hidden door closed.

Su Ziheng came to the bedside and Song Anran, who was fast asleep, became quiet and elegant.

He leaned down, wanting to kiss her face.

Thank you to her for her hard work in giving him a son.

His thin lips hadn't even touched her yet.

A pair of dark, cold eyes suddenly opened.

Song Anran pulled out a knife from somewhere and stabbed him in the chest without saying a word.

"Hiss—" The pain forced Su Ziheng to furrow his brow.

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