Inside the interrogation room of the Wencheng City Public Security Bureau, Qiao Qingmeng was handcuffed, her face haggard, but her eyes still held an arrogant look. She didn't care about these ordinary police officers at all.

She yelled at the police officer taking her statement across the street.

“Officer, you need evidence to prove I committed murder. Do you have any evidence? Kerr was killed by a drunk truck driver. What does that have to do with me? Besides, why would I kill him? He was such a perfect boyfriend. Rich, handsome, and loved me very much. We had a great relationship.”

The police ignored her string of excuses and asked in a cold tone,

"If you didn't kill anyone, then why are you hiding?"

Qiao Qingmeng smiled dismissively. "Who said staying in a hotel is called hiding?" She looked around as if she really was looking for someone who could say such an absurd thing. Her attitude remained arrogant and overbearing. "Officer, I call it experiencing life, not hiding, OK?"

The police officer remained unaffected by her, his tone still cold and stern.

"Your mother and brother are in prison for crimes, and you still have the mindset to enjoy life. You have a really good attitude."

Qiao Qingmeng shrugged indifferently.

Kerr is dead, and as long as the driver doesn't recant his testimony, she has no reason to be afraid of these dead cops.

The small hotel she's been staying at these past few days is right across from the city's children's hospital. Qiao Qingmeng has been monitoring the driver's wife and their sick son every day. The child is about to have major surgery, which should be when they're most in need of money, so it's unlikely that the driver would recant his testimony at this time.

But if the driver doesn't recant his testimony, why would the police come knocking on his door?

Thinking of this, Qiao Qingmeng's heart, which had just been at ease, started to pound again.

The interrogation room door clicked open, followed by the clanging of a lock being opened. Qiao Qingmeng turned her head to look behind her.

Upon seeing who entered, the arrogance in her eyes vanished instantly. Her gray-blue pupils stared straight ahead, and the look in her eyes shifted from confusion to extreme terror.

Kerr sat weakly in his wheelchair, looking at Qiao Qingmeng with sorrowful eyes, and asked softly, "Is it you?"

"Kerr?" In extreme terror, Qiao Qingmeng's voice was sharp and piercing, unlike her own voice at all.

"Did you trick me into going to that coffee shop and stage a drunk truck accident just to cover up the fact that Joan is Jin Jin's child?" Kerr continued to press.

Perhaps because he was too weak from his serious injuries, Kerr's voice was flat and had a chilling calmness to it.

Qiao Qingmeng screamed and demanded, "Weren't you dead?"

Kerr closed his eyes wearily, and Li Zhesheng, standing behind him, answered Qiao Qingmeng's question.

"If Kerr's death hadn't been announced to the public, you would have continued to target him, and how could you have left so many clues? The hotel you were staying at was across from the city's children's hospital, and the driver's son happened to be a seriously ill patient at that hospital. Moreover, Kerr had just forged a paternity test certificate for you the day before the accident, and then the accident happened the next day. There aren't that many coincidences in this world, Miss Qiao."

Qiao Qingmeng had slightly recovered from her initial shock, and she quickly grasped the key points.

"These are all your guesses. Police investigations require evidence."

An older police officer who had been silent finally spoke up, "Don't worry about that, there's definitely evidence, otherwise we wouldn't have bothered you so easily."

Kerr is still in a very weak state, and coupled with the mental stress, his fingers and toes have begun to tremble uncontrollably.

After greeting the police, Lee Cheol-sung quickly led Kerr away from the interrogation room.

"Jin Xizhen and her family of three are going to be reunited in prison."

Qiao An stood at the window of Mu Hua’s living room and saw a group of people gathered under the big banyan tree downstairs. She could vaguely hear them talking about what happened at the guesthouse that evening. Even they knew that Qiao Qingmeng had murdered Kerr, and some people said that although Kerr survived in the end, his leg was crippled.

Mu Hua cut a plate of watermelon and placed it on the dining table, also deeply moved.

"This can be considered a case of wicked people getting their just desserts; they brought all this upon themselves."

Qiao An turned around, picked up a slice of watermelon and started eating it. "What's wrong with you now? Your agent can't reach you, you're not answering your phone, you haven't gone to work, and you're not going home. What's gotten into you this time?"

Mu Hua made an excuse, saying, "I'm feeling confused, so I'm going for a walk alone."

After finishing a slice of watermelon, Qiao An took another slice and ate the sweetest and reddest part first. "I don't care if you're messy or not. Pack your things and come live at my place."

Mu Hua had just reached for a slice of watermelon when he wondered if he had misheard.

"What did you say?"

“I said, take your little book and come stay at my house.”

Joanne repeated it impatiently.

"Xia Qing also said she likes you. I will absolutely not let the two of you get together, because once you two get together, the story will be over, and it will not have a good impact on my Xiaoruo. So I will keep an eye on you and not allow you to get close to Xia Qing."

Qiao Anzhen dares to say anything, he's satisfied, but everyone else is completely bewildered.

Mu Hua was so surprised that he dropped the watermelon. Du Xiaoruo, Xiao Shu, and the housekeeper stopped eating their watermelons and stared intently at them. The housekeeper and Xiao Shu, in particular, practically had the word "curious" written all over their faces.

"Qiao An, what nonsense are you talking about?" Mu Hua was the first to react, pushing and shoving Qiao An into the bedroom.

The bedroom door closed, and Mu Hua growled in a low voice, "Have you lost your mind? What if they hear you spouting nonsense about these little books?"

Joan looked indifferent. "They don't understand anyway."

"What does that have to do with Xia Qingye? They should understand the name Xia Qingye, right? Why are you dragging her into this?"

Joan walked to the window and looked out. The view was nice. He turned around and leaned lazily against the windowsill.

"This isn't something I made up. Xia Qing really told Xiao Ruo and the others that you two might be the male and female protagonists in the book. If you get together, the novel will end, so I won't allow you to be together."

Mu Hua pointed to the door and said, "Get out of here right now. Don't worry, I won't be with Xia Qing."

“I’m not at ease. You look like you’re going to get together with her. I won’t feel at ease unless you move into my house and live right under my nose.”

At this moment, Qiao An was using a shameless and unreasonable approach, saying, "If you don't want to go, that's fine too. I'll move over with my wife, kids, housekeeper, driver, cook, and nanny. Is that okay?"

Mu Hua looked at her small two-bedroom apartment, which was only 90 square meters. If she really squeezed in so many people, it would be like throwing dumplings into a pot.

The key point is that others might just talk about it and let it go, but Joan is actually capable of doing it.

"Then you can leave, I'll tidy up." After a brief standoff, Mu Hua finally gave in.

Qiao An stood at the door like a little lapdog, waiting for him to pack his things, and kept chattering through the door.

Mu Hua glanced at the door and was puzzled. How did this big talker become such a big boss, and even become the successor of Jin Chan? How could this guy be worthy of Jin Chan?

After packing his luggage, Mu Hua took out his phone and turned on the screen.

The page is still on the ticket purchase page for Luanxi Canyon Scenic Area. From the promotional posters on the electronic tickets, you can see that the terrain here is treacherous, and every few years there are reports of couples committing suicide here, so the locals call it the Cliff of Death.

Mu Hua's thumb lingered on the screen for a moment. Qiao An's urging voice came from outside the door. He exited the page and selected "Yes" for the "Do you want to cancel the purchase?" option.

Lele had been out of school for a long time and was sitting at the bar in the restaurant doing her homework, glancing outside as she wrote, wondering why her parents hadn't come home yet.

Even the housekeeper could tell that Lele missed his parents, so he stuck his bottom out and leaned against the window to keep an eye on things for him.

A black Rolls-Royce came into view, and the butler quickly turned around and called out to Lele.

"Lele, your mom and dad are back."

Lele threw down his homework and ran happily out the door. Only after Qiao An parked the car did he eagerly run up to him, calling out...

Is my mother in the car?

Du Xiaoruo opened the passenger door, and Lele rushed over, grabbed her hand, and said sweetly, "I missed you so much today. I thought you were home."

Lele, holding Du Xiaoruo's hand, skipped and hopped home. Just then, Mu Hua and the others arrived. Xiao Shu cupped her hands to her mouth like a megaphone and shouted loudly,

"Brother Lele, we're here."

Du Xiaoruo explained to Lele, "Xiaoshu's father has some things to take care of recently, so he will be staying at our house for a while."

Lele nodded. "The house is very big, so feel free to stay here."

After Mu Hua and the others got out of the car and collected their luggage, they all walked into the villa together. Since they hadn't had dinner yet, Qiao An told the housekeeper to go downstairs and prepare it.

Du Xiaoruo lowered her head and asked Lele, "Are you hungry? Have you eaten something first?"

Lele shook her head. "I'm not hungry. I ate at Chuang Guandong with my classmates after school."

Du Xiaoruo: "...What did you eat?"

"Going to Northeast China!" Lele didn't think there was anything wrong with what she said, and even raised her voice so that everyone present could hear her.

Du Xiaoruo asked uncertainly, "Then it's probably not called Oden, is it?"