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A cacophony of wailing and howling erupted inside the Classroom.

Classroom 2.

When Ji Qi saw Lu Mingqian come in, he quickly grabbed him. "Why did you stay in the office for so long, and even helped Shen Baili with her homework?"

"Do you like our school beauty?" Ji Qi winked.

Meng Jiu'an also looked over.

Lu Mingqian: "No, what's so strange about helping a classmate?"

Ji Qi nodded. "Strange."

Despite Lu Mingqian's seemingly easygoing nature, few people can truly understand him, let alone someone who is so frequently willing to help others.

Lu Mingqian tapped his head with his notebook. "You'd better study hard. You got last place again this time, and your allowance will be taken away."

Ji Qi put on a mask of pain.

Meng Jiu'an lay back down on the table and went back to sleep.

These past few days, everyone in the Xie Family has become exceptionally busy. With Xie Liuzheng's additional information, the Private Detective's work is progressing rapidly, and the undercover agent at the beauty salon has also reported good news.

Xie Zhiyu handed over the information he had found to Xie Liuzheng.

Duan Xing's infidelity was well-documented, but his actions went far beyond that: accepting bribes, transferring assets during his marriage, and suspected of having overly close ties with high-ranking members of the Xie Corporation...

"Duan Xing's affair was with a woman named Qiao Yun, who used to be his student at his Art Training School. She had been with him for a long time, but after an unexpected pregnancy, she gave up dancing to focus on her pregnancy and has been his mistress ever since..."

"The money he pays Qiao Yun each month is transferred through the beauty salon, so his account usually shows everything is normal."

"Their child is named Duan Sheng, the same Little Sheng you met at the Furi Welfare Home..."

All the evidence confirms the accuracy of Shen Baili's true feelings.

The last glimmer of hope was cruelly shattered by the paternity test results in his hand.

Duan Sheng is five years old this year. That is, as early as six years ago, when Xie Liuzheng was actively trying to conceive and her belly was covered with bruises from injections, Duan Xing had already cheated on her, and he was cheating on her with his own student.

Thinking back to how she happily played with Little Sheng at the Welfare Institute, Xie Liuzheng found it laughable. Duan Xing probably felt the same way, making fun of her like a clown.

Even though she was mentally prepared, Xie Liuzheng couldn't help feeling nauseous.

The Duan Xing who blushed Duan Xing praised, the Duan Xing who ran to see her, the Duan Xing who did everything to marry her, the Duan Xing who couldn't sleep the night before the wedding, the Duan Xing who cried like a child at the wedding, the Duan Xing who said he would treat her well for the rest of his Duan Xing... all seemed to vanish in the wind at this moment.

Xie Liuzheng sat on the sofa, her legs weak, her heart feeling as if it had been ripped open by a pair of giant hands, bleeding profusely.

The more she thought about it, the more nauseous she felt. She leaned over the trash can and dry heaved, but nothing came out.

The once beautiful marriage revealed its cruel side at this moment, like a rose crawling with insect eggs, rotten inside and emitting a foul stench, while maintaining a bright and beautiful appearance on the surface.

Xie Liuzheng kept gagging, gagging until her throat was filled with the metallic taste of blood, but she couldn't stop.

Xie Zhiyu looked at her worriedly. "Aunt, are you alright?"

"How about we take a break?"

He squatted down beside her and gently patted her back.

Xie Liuzheng calmed herself down, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and insisted, "Please continue. I can handle it."

She wanted to completely tear away the last veil of pretense; she wanted to see just how rotten Duan Xing really was.

Xie Zhiyu looked at the documents in his hand, feeling somewhat reluctant.

His hatred for Duan Xing reached its peak.

"During the ten years of our marriage, Duan Xing transferred nearly 80 million yuan in assets through the purchase of calligraphy, paintings, and ceramics..."

The transfer of assets is a recent phenomenon. After Duan Xing gradually gained the Xie Family, his greed, appetite, and audacity grew.

Duan Xing no longer loved Xie Liuzheng, but he couldn't bear to part with the Xie Family's enormous wealth.

In order to marry Xie Liuzheng, Duan Xing signed a prenuptial agreement stipulating that if the two divorced, he would not receive any of Xie Liuzheng's property and would have to leave with nothing.

Over the years, with the backing of the Xie Family and the reputation of Xie Liuzheng as a prodigy Pianist, Duan Xing's Art Training School has flourished, bringing him both fame and fortune, as well as considerable illicit income.

Duan Xing knew perfectly well that without the Xie Family and Xie Liuzheng, he could no longer enjoy the same glory as he did now.

Perhaps he still loves Xie Liuzheng, but the allure of fame and fortune has led him astray, tempting him to open Pandora's box.

According to the investigation, Xie Zhiyu estimated that Duan Xing Xing's assets were at least 200 million yuan, most of which were deposited in private bank accounts abroad, and a small portion was scattered in the names of Duan Xing's parents.

Even if they divorce, these assets will not be included in Duan Xing's assets; he had already calculated everything.

Xie Zhiyu also uncovered a hidden connection: Duan Xing and Gu Yeliang were linked. What could possibly bring these two seemingly unrelated people together?

The answer is obvious.

Behind the scenes, countless eyes were watching the Xie Family.

Xie Liuzheng flipped through these documents, one after another, from photos of Duan Xing's infidelity to irrefutable evidence of his transfer of assets. She read them very slowly, as if she wanted to etch them into her heart, leaving it full of wounds.

As if torturing herself, she repeatedly stabbed herself in the chest with a knife, tearing the wound open.

Xie Zhiyu squatted down and handed her the cardboard box. "Aunt."

"I..."

Xie Liuzheng said in a hoarse voice, "Zhiyu, let me have some peace and quiet."

"Good."

Before leaving, Xie Zhiyu turned up the room temperature and gently closed the Study door.

Xie Liuzheng did not cry; she stayed in the Study for over an hour.

After she came out, she found Xie Zhiyu, her voice chillingly cold.

"Zhiyu, I will make Duan Xing pay the price."

"Please help me."