Jiang Jingyu jumped up to confront Jiang Zhan, her arrogance reaching its peak.

Jiang Zhan, of course, had no evidence and could only resort to empty words.

The verbal battle ended, but neither side gained the upper hand.

"Is there something wrong with the curator? Has he been taken into custody?" Shen Jinmo turned his gaze to Shen Jiarui beside him and asked him seriously.

“The person is already being investigated at the police station, but he said that the art museum’s fire inspection was fine, and that the fire was either an accident or…” Shen Jiarui hesitated.

"What is it?" Shen Jinmo's tone became more serious.

“Either it was your sister-in-law’s own fault that caused the fire,” Shen Jiarui said softly, staring into Shen Jinmo’s eyes. “He lost hundreds of millions of assets and was crying and screaming at the police station.”

If there isn't concrete evidence proving he orchestrated the incident, the police station might have to release him within the next couple of days.

"Nonsense! It must be related to him. Have Lin Jing thoroughly investigate his background and the people he has recently been in contact with and frequently associated with."

He deliberately had the staff separate me from Lu Zhiwei and repeatedly delayed my time.

He can't be innocent!

"Okay, I'll send someone to investigate right away." Shen Jiarui immediately agreed, took his phone, and left the ward first.

Jiang Jingyu realized that things were going badly, that the truth would come out, and that she would be implicated sooner or later.

"Mo'er, you should rest well and not worry too much. Just leave these matters to the police."

Jiang Zhan sneered from the side, "My sister hasn't been back all day, and he's still in the mood to rest and sleep?"

Shen Jinmo glanced at Jiang Zhan quietly and gave a bitter smile.

He inexplicably agreed with what Jiang Zhan said.

Yes, Lu Zhiwei's fate is unknown.

What right does he have to rest?

Of course, Jiang Zhan didn't linger in Shen Jinmo's hospital room.

He knew very well that even if he held a knife to Shen Jinmo's neck now, his sister might not be able to come back.

He has to go and bring An'an back from the Shen family.

We can't let that old hag Jiang Jingyu get away with this.

Jiang Jingyu asked a few words of concern in the ward, handed over the task of taking care of Shen Jinmo to the senior caregiver, and then took her bag to the underground parking lot to get her car and return to the Shen family's old house.

Jiang Zhan followed her in his car the whole way.

Two cars, one in front of the other, stopped at the entrance of the Shen family's old residence.

Jiang Jingyu's car could have been used to swipe her card to enter the old house directly, but she saw Jiang Zhan following her like a shadow the whole way.

She turned off the engine, parked the car, and got out in her high heels. She walked step by step to Jiang Zhan's car window and knocked: "You little troublemaker, no wonder you grew up in the mountains, your behavior is rude. If you keep following me like this, I'm going to call the police."

"Go ahead and report it. Let's see if the police arrest me or you."

Jiang Zhan suddenly pushed open the car door, throwing the arrogant Jiang Jingyu aside.

Jiang Jingyu was already feeling guilty, and with his push, she took the opportunity to fall to the ground.

"Ouch, my back is killing me! Someone come quick!"

Jiang Jingyu acted like she was faking an accident, shouting and yelling on the ground.

Because it was in front of the Shen family's old residence, she felt confident enough to act recklessly and wasn't afraid of losing face.

Upon seeing this, the bodyguards at the old house immediately ran out of the door, pointing stun guns at Jiang Zhan: "This is not a place where you can cause trouble. Are you looking for death?"

The butler rushed out and helped Jiang Jingyu up from the ground: "Madam, are you alright?"

"I strained my back. Never mind, never mind. Considering he's An'an's uncle, our Shen family is magnanimous and won't hold it against him. Let's go."

Jiang Jingyu waved her hand, feigning a kind and tolerant demeanor.

Jiang Zhan stood there, looking at Jiang Jingyu as if she were an idiot. "I should have changed my surname back to Lu. It's disgusting to have the same surname as you."

"You..." Jiang Jingyu was so angry with Jiang Zhan that her well-maintained face seemed to sag and droop.

“I’m too lazy to waste words with you, old woman. Bring An’an out here. He’s my sister’s son. My sister is only temporarily away from home, so he should be raised by the Lu family.”

Jiang Zhan stopped wasting words and got straight to the point: he wanted a child.

Jiang Jingyu then understood the purpose of his following: "The child calls me Grandma and my son Dad. You're just an uncle. What right do you have to compete with us?"

“My sister has been awarded custody of the child. You are forcibly detaining the child. I can also call the police,” Jiang Zhan argued logically and with evidence.

"Heh, Lu Zhiwei is already dead. We can just fight this case again. An'an is a member of the Shen family, and he will still be sent back to the Shen family."

Jiang Jingyu crossed her arms and smugly shouted at Jiang Zhan.

"My sister isn't dead, I'll say it again!!!" Jiang Zhan clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking as if he wanted to crush that old hag Jiang Jingyu.

"Anyone can deceive themselves. Go back, An'an is doing very well with me."

With the help of the housekeeper, Jiang Jingyu turned and went into the house.

Jiang Zhan followed them inside, intending to force his way in to demand the person.

The bodyguard stepped in to stop him: "Mr. Jiang, what you're doing is tampering with private property. If you continue this nonsense, we'll have to take enforcement action."

Having grown accustomed to Jiang Jingyu's shamelessness.

Jiang Zhan was filled with hatred and anger, and shouted into the old house, "An'an, it's your uncle! Come out quickly, your uncle will take you home."

Locked in his room on the second floor, Lu Anyu seemed to hear his uncle's cries for help. He climbed off the bed, moved a chair to the window, grabbed the windowpane, and shouted down, "Uncle, save me, uncle..."

Lu Anyu, who had cried himself hoarse these past few days, was weak and powerless. His voice was faint and hoarse, which was nothing compared to Jiang Zhan's powerful voice.

You can't hear anything from the gate.

The Shen family had too many bodyguards, so Jiang Zhan couldn't force his way in. He could only get into the car and go back to think of a solution. If all else failed, he would call the police and completely break ties with the Shen family.

Anyway, the two companies have fought countless times over the years.

Jiang Jingyu returned to her old house.

They went straight to the second floor and had the housekeeper open the door with the key.

Lu Anyu, who had climbed down from the chair by the window, saw the door open and rushed to the door like a black shadow, trying to slip out.

Jiang Jingyu grabbed Lu Anyu by the collar, dragged him back into the room, and threw him onto the floor.

"Hey kid, where are you going?"

"I'm going to find my mommy, you bad woman, I don't want to see you."

Lu Anyu cried and yelled at Jiang Jingyu.

Jiang Jingyu squatted down next to him, looking into his big, watery eyes: "Your mother, that bitch, is dead. Why are you still looking for her? Be a good girl and listen to Grandma. This is your home from now on."

"Pah!" Lu Anyu tilted his head back and spat directly into Jiang Jingyu's face.

Jiang Jingyu, whose face was covered in spittle, quickly wiped it off.

Lu Anyu has refused to brush his teeth or take a shower for the past few days, and his whole body smells terrible.

The saliva was spat on her, which disgusted her.

"You little bastard, if you don't behave, I'll keep starving you."

When your father comes back from the hospital, I'll tell him it's because you didn't have an appetite and didn't want to eat. It's none of my business if he starves to death."

Jiang Jingyu stood up and looked down at Lu Anyu.

This kid is a wild and unruly little wolf cub; no matter how fierce his temper, she will tame him.