"So long? You haven't called?"

"No, all my letters went unanswered. He used to call once a month to let me know he was safe, but after he left for the New Year, he only contacted me once." Director Feng took off his glasses and wiped his eyes.

"Aunt Feng, don't worry. Jing Tian has always been unreliable, and it's not just now. He's probably busy studying over there and doesn't have time to call." Qin Xiaoyu thought to herself, "I haven't misjudged him; he's a scumbag."

“But I only have one son…” Director Feng covered his mouth and cried.

"Aunt Feng, I know you're upset. If you're feeling unwell, talk to me. Don't bottle it up." Qin Xiaoyu could only sigh.

Hearing that Qin Xiaoyu had brought people to tell fortunes, Aunt Wang stared blankly for a long time, feeling a bit disoriented.

Director Feng, dressed in a suit and skirt, looked like a leader who had come to provide poverty alleviation assistance. She spoke with an air of authority and was hesitant to let go of her status. Aunt Wang also became reserved and spoke in a very formal and bookish manner. The two of them chatted awkwardly for a long time, and Qin Xiaoyu couldn't stand it anymore.

"Godmother, just do the calculation. Stop being so hesitant. Where did your fearless spirit go when you came to ask for favors?" Qin Xiaoyu was amused by her.

"That's because I was anxious and pushed you too far," Aunt Wang glared at her, then calmed down.

"Little Fish Auntie, I heard you're good at making accurate predictions. Could you take a look at my son's condition?"

"Then let's take a look." Aunt Wang took Director Feng's hand and held it in front of her eyes. After looking at it for a while, she looked up and said, "Where did you put your son? Why is he so far away?"

"He's abroad!" Director Feng said happily. It seems that Aunt Wang really has some skills; she's quite accurate.

"I'm not trying to criticize you, but you've spoiled this child rotten. Haven't you been in touch for a long time? You don't even care about the two of you!" Aunt Wang hit the nail on the head again.

"Yes, yes, we haven't been in contact at all. Please help me check if he's in any trouble."

"Nothing's wrong, I'm alive and well," Aunt Wang said irritably.

"What else can we see?" Director Feng was relieved, but still felt he knew too little and kept asking.

"And what else? What is this? You've got a grandson now?" Aunt Wang's words startled both Qin Xiaoyu and Director Feng.

"Grandson! Is my grandson Black?" Director Feng was almost in tears.

"Not dark-skinned, quite fair-skinned, and rather handsome." Aunt Wang shook her head. Director Feng wiped the cold sweat from his brow. Qin Xiaoyu was getting restless; if she were to figure out Tang Wenwen's identity any further, that would be asking for trouble.

"That brat, he's been up to no good over there, that's why he's afraid to contact me!" Director Feng gritted his teeth in anger, now that the fact that Jing Tian had a son was confirmed.

"Godmother, there are some things you can't just say, you have to be sure." Qin Xiaoyu kept blinking, and Aunt Wang finally received a signal.

"Well, heavenly secrets cannot be revealed, so that's all I'll say." Aunt Wang was quite unhappy. She was told not to say this or that. What if she was wrong in her calculations, or what? She'd be proven wrong.

Having just tasted success, Director Feng wouldn't let go of Granny Wang, coaxing her into recounting past events. She actually matched every single one of them, and if Qin Xiaoyu hadn't insisted, Director Feng would have stayed all night, even consulting a fortune teller.

"Something feels off!" Director Feng got into Qin Xiaoyu's car, his IQ returned to half its previous level, and he started calculating on his fingers.

"Fortune telling is just something to have fun with. If it's wrong, it's wrong." Qin Xiaoyu thought to herself, "You didn't pay me, so why should I be held responsible for whether it's accurate or not?"

"Jing Tian has been abroad for a few months? How come he already has a child? Isn't that a long enough time? He should be pregnant for ten months, right?" Director Feng frowned and did the calculations again.

"That means it's not allowed. My godmother is just making things up." Qin Xiaoyu was afraid that she would deduce the truth, so she quickly covered for her.

"Could it be..." Director Feng suddenly turned his head, staring at Qin Xiaoyu with a look of horror that made her feel uneasy.

"What's wrong?" Qin Xiaoyu swallowed hard, trying to calm herself down.

"Could it be that Bai Weiwei's child is Jing Tian's?"

Qin Xiaoyu almost choked on her own saliva; what was this all about?

"Aunt Feng, don't overthink it. This is probably just something my godmother made up. Don't take it seriously. Last time Bai Weiwei went to Hengchang, she took that child with her. His features don't look like Jing Tian's at all. Why don't you just call Jing Tian's classmate? Maybe you can still keep in touch." Qin Xiaoyu suggested to her that it was really important to find Jing Tian quickly, otherwise she might have to go find her grandson.

“That’s true. I see that kid all the time, but he won’t grow up. He’s like Bai Weiwei, he can’t be ugly either, he has the face of Mayor Zuo. Sigh, who can you turn to as a classmate? Wang Lei is never home. I used to run into him all the time, but now I don’t know where he is. You would say he was best friends with Zhou Xing, but now…” Director Feng glanced at Qin Xiaoyu and swallowed the rest of his words.

"We can find his school, his professors, or anyone else, right? You have a phone at home, let my uncle stand by the phone and make the calls. I don't believe we can't find him!" Qin Xiaoyu was determined.

"You're right, I'll try it tonight." Director Feng felt more confident after hearing her words.

Qin Xiaoyu drove Director Feng back home, and seeing that it was getting late, she went straight back to the military region. Now that she was familiar with the guard posts, they didn't stop her car and even opened the gate early. She was about to drive right in when suddenly an old woman rushed in from outside, loudly calling for Factory Director Qin.

Upon closer inspection, she realized it was Aunt Cui.

"Auntie, is something the matter?" Qin Xiaoyu got out of the car.

"Something's happened, something important." Aunt Cui looked at the heavily armed soldiers beside her, feeling a little uncertain.

"Get in the car, let's talk at home." Qin Xiaoyu helped her into the car and closed the door.

Hearing that he was a long-time employee of the garment factory, Zhou Xing's mother was very polite and personally served him tea and water.

"Director Qin, there's something I need to tell you, or I'm not human." Aunt Cui's eyes were blurry due to cataracts, and now, with tears welling up, her vision was also clouded.

"What's wrong? Tell me slowly." Qin Xiaoyu's expression also became serious.

"My daughter, that heartless girl, she gathered a bunch of people to scheme against you."

How sinister?

“Someone is trying to poach skilled workers from your factory by spending a lot of money. My daughter has gathered a group of people, and now they're just waiting for your peak season to arrive so that once you get a lot of orders, those dozen or so workers will immediately stop working and leave, catching you off guard.” Aunt Cui said, her teeth itching with anger.

"There's such a thing?" Qin Xiaoyu roughly understood.

“After what happened to my daughter last time, you made her go back to work and quickly got her a permanent position. I know you're a good person, but she's still doing this heartless thing. If I didn't come to tell you, I would have been sorry to you and Lao Xie. I don't dare go to the factory, and the family dormitory is full of all sorts of people, so I don't dare go there either. I heard you live in the military area, so I've been waiting outside the gate for days.” Aunt Cui wiped away a tear.