When we brought Jiajia home, everyone gathered around, staring intently at her as if she would fly away in the blink of an eye.

"They called to ask if we want to drop the case," my cousin-in-law said, coming up to ask, and also looking at the phone.

"Let's just let it go." Qin Xiaoyu was content with her son. This incident also made her understand why Bai Weiwei had done these things; Qin Xiaoyu understood the pain Bai Weiwei had felt in losing her child. She decided to consider it a good deed and not pursue the matter further.

They spent the next two days resting at home; this incident was too traumatic, and they needed time to recover.

But then came the bombshell news: Zuo Xiangyang was dead.

Zuo Xiangyang's death was a major event in the city, and it immediately caused a sensation.

This all started when Qin Xiaoyu took Zuo Bin away.

Although Zuo Xiurong was afraid of trouble, she knew that her father would not let her off easily if he found out about this, but she dared not keep quiet, so she could only find a place to make a phone call as soon as it was dawn.

Sure enough, Zuo Xiangyang launched into a tirade on the phone, berating her for being utterly useless and a complete hindrance.

After Qin Xiaoyu dropped the case, Bai Weiwei could only take Zuo Bin back to their rented apartment.

Originally, Sister Liu harbored resentment towards her, but she brought such a huge disaster upon herself, making her utterly detestable.

But when she saw that she had brought Zuo Bin back, all her worries vanished. Her feelings for Zuo Bin were no less than Bai Weiwei's; the child's return was more important than anything else.

Sister Liu washed and cleaned Zuo Bin's clothes and prepared a table full of delicious food so that the mother and son could have a good meal.

"What are your plans?" Sister Liu asked Bai Weiwei after Zuo Bin had finished eating and gone to sleep.

“I plan to take him away in a few days. Staying here is not a solution. His father will definitely come looking for him, and I won’t be able to win against him then,” Bai Weiwei sighed.

Sister Liu scratched the back of her head and nodded.

"I still have some savings, so take it with you." Sister Liu was going all out. After seeing Zuo Bin's miserable state, she had secretly cried a few times.

When I kept him by my side, I couldn't bear to hit him even with a finger. He's covered in bruises, which shows he's suffered a lot.

They're eating too quickly; they probably haven't eaten enough.

What's most infuriating is that, to conceal their identities, they were raised as girls and even made to wear skirts. What will happen if they become illegitimate children later?

She considered it a good deed, letting Bai Weiwei take the child away, as a way to accumulate merit.

The two discussed it and then went to bed. The night passed peacefully, but Sister Liu was worried that things might change if they stayed too long. Zuo Xiangyang was unpredictable, and since he had already taken the child once, there was no guarantee he wouldn't take it a second time. It was better to leave sooner rather than later.

She helped Bai Weiwei pack her luggage and then let the mother and daughter leave.

Although Zuo Bin had suffered for a while, he was in good physical condition and hadn't lost much weight. Bai Weiwei struggled to carry him, and the journey to the bus stop was quite long; she walked and stopped frequently, working up a sweat.

As they were about to arrive at their destination, she put Zuo Bin on the ground, took out her green water bottle, took a sip of water, and then fed Zuo Bin a sip.

The water was sweet; Sister Liu had added sugar.

Watching the bus approach from afar, billowing thick smoke on the dirt road, Bai Weiwei felt a glimmer of hope, even wishing it would arrive as soon as possible.

Just then, a black sedan suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Before she could react, Zuo Bin was snatched away from her, shoved into the car, and sped off without her even hearing a sound.

The bus driver was kind enough to stop next to Bai Weiwei. Seeing that she just stood there motionless, he became a little impatient and honked the horn to remind her.

The passengers were already complaining, so the driver had no choice but to close the doors and prepare to leave.

"Open the door!" Bai Weiwei chased after her and pounded on the door.

The driver had no choice but to slow down and open the door. Bai Weiwei rushed in. She leaned against a pillar, slowly turned her head, and stared blankly at the people in the carriage.

People sitting near her were so frightened that they slowly moved away. This woman must be crazy. Her luggage is still under the car. Does she not want it anymore?

The ticket seller mustered up his courage and walked over to her, wanting to let her take the ticket.

But after their eyes met and they made contact, the ticket seller quickly ran back to her seat.

This woman is terrifying; she's trying to kill someone.

The bus didn't go directly to the city center, and Bai Weiwei, still retaining her rationality, got off at a station where she could transfer.

When she reached the foot of the building, she looked up and thought, "Wow, this building is so tall! It must be eight stories high." She had never realized how tall it was before; it had always seemed so small to her.

These steps are where she used to jump and play when she was little. Everyone who sees her says, "This girl is so beautiful."

They clearly knew who she was, knew her name was Bai Weiwei, but they acted as if they didn't know her at all, so as to show that they had no ulterior motives and that she was truly beautiful.

But now, she's like a ghost, avoided by everyone. When she approached the security guard, he showed a look of terror and momentarily lost his ability to make a decision. Bai Weiwei took advantage of this to get into the elevator.

There were three other people in the elevator, from different departments, but they all knew each other and were joking around. When they saw Bai Weiwei's face clearly, everyone fell silent. The elevator stopped and started, and time seemed to stand still.

In the end, everyone decided to escape, and at that point, climbing the stairs was considered safer.

Zuo Xiangyang's office is on the top floor. Bai Weiwei has been there more than once.

She heard that after the last incident, Zuo Xiangyang was investigated, so he changed offices to keep a low profile, which also showed his determination to correct any mistakes he made.

Bai Weiwei didn't know where that place was, so she could only look for it by the words on the doorplate.

She suddenly stopped in front of an unmarked door, with a strong premonition that Zuo Xiangyang was inside.

She pushed the door, but it was firmly shut. After a moment's hesitation, she knocked twice.

"Come in." Zuo Xiangyang's voice came. Bai Weiwei's lips curled into a cold smile. He was quite unaware of his surroundings and didn't take any precautions. Did he not know that there were people in this world who hated him to death?

Bai Weiwei turned the doorknob, pushed open the door, and went inside.

Zuo Xiangyang was taken aback.

This was the second time they had met since Bai Weiwei was released from prison.

Upon hearing that she was to be released from prison, Zuo Xiangyang sent her a letter. The letter contained only one line: "Don't let me see you. Go as far away as possible."

Bai Weiwei understood what those words meant; to her, it meant her life was threatened. So she didn't dare face the child and went straight to the kindergarten to find him.

After hearing about Zuo Bin's disappearance, she lay low in the compound for a while, suspecting that it was related to Zuo Xiangyang.

She was discovered on the second day of her stalking Zuo Xiangyang.

Zuo Xiangyang cornered her, and perhaps because she was still afraid of being beaten before, Bai Weiwei was trembling all over. She felt that this time she was doomed.

"Where did your bastard go? It has nothing to do with me. Don't come looking for me again. If you want to live, then don't come back." After Zuo Xiangyang finished speaking, he took a step forward. Bai Weiwei was so frightened that she knelt down on the ground with a thud. This was a habitual action, even though doing so would only provoke him more, she would still do it.

She felt a deep-seated fear of him, a fear born from years of domestic violence.