tatus and wealth. It's said that there are no more than ten people in the world who possess this black card. I had only ever seen it online before, so I never imagined that one day I would be able to...Fu Lingxiao suppressed the emotions in his eyes and casually pinched the little girl's cheek, "How could you forget something important, baby, don't overthink it."

Did she overthink it…

Mu Xing bit her lip, this problem was temporarily unsolvable. She thought of another thing and immediately said to the man, "Uncle, I have an idea that can lure out the culprit behind the Mu family fire."

Fu Lingxiao's eyes fluctuated slightly, and he asked, "What method"

"If they reveal my identity, the killer knows I'm still alive and will definitely come to eliminate me. Then we can..."

Before Mu Xing could finish, she was interrupted. "No! This is too dangerous!"

The man's voice was hurried, carrying a hint of barely perceptible panic. In Mu Xing's view, her uncle was worried about her.

She reached out and hugged his neck, acting cute with him: "There's no danger, I'll protect myself well, and there's Uncle Xiao too. I know you'll definitely protect me well. Uncle Xiao, just promise me."

"No means no!"

The man refused again, his attitude was firm.

"Uncle…"

Mu Xing tried to persuade him to change his mind. As soon as she opened her mouth, the man suddenly lowered his head and sealed her lips with a kiss, urgent and fervent, stirring her thoughts into turmoil.

After a long time, Fu Lingxiao moved his thin lips away and tightly hugged the soft little girl. "Baby, I can't lose you."

The man's reaction was too intense, Mu Xing had no choice but to temporarily put this idea aside and comfort him, "Don't worry, Uncle, you won't lose me."

"Baby..."

Fu Lingxiao buried his face in her neck, his eyes like an ice-sealed lake, burning with inextinguishable cold fire, revealing a stubbornness and madness. "Promise me, no matter what happens in the future, you will never leave me."

"Okay."

Mu Xing resolutely answered, his heart aching again.

She frowned slightly, for the second time. A sharp pain came out of nowhere. Could there be something wrong with her heart

At seven o'clock, Wu the steward brought breakfast.

After having breakfast together, Fu Lingxiao asked Wu Butler to look after Mu Xing, while he himself made an excuse to go to the company.

Soon after he left, Yu Rong came to help Mu Xing change the medicine.

While Wu Guanta was waiting at the door, Mu Xing said to Yu Rong: "Doctor Yu, could you please give me a check-up on my heart I can't find any problems myself, but my heart sometimes aches."

Yu Rong paused for a moment with the cotton swab in hand, a fleeting sense of guilt flashing in her downcast eyes. "During the surgery, I gave you a full body check and there was nothing wrong. Chest pain is actually very normal. Stress, overwork, or muscle spasms in the chest wall can all cause it. Don't worry too much, just observe it for now."

Mu Xing heard her say this, feeling relieved, and nodded. "Okay."

Fu Lingxiao returned to the villa and went straight upstairs to Mu Xing's room. He found the old, yellowed notebook from her bag tucked in her closet.

He placed the notebook on his desk, sat down in a chair, and stared at it for a long time before reaching out his hand.

At the moment it was opened, his eyes jolted violently, pupils widening. Reason still stubbornly resisted.

He flipped through the pages one by one. The pencil sketches, from blurry to clear, imprinted densely in his eyes, like ironclad evidence, shredding that sliver of hope in his heart, and his wavering gaze shattered silently.

Fu Lingxiao clearly felt that the temperature of his heart, inch by inch, cooled down.

The indecipherable, irregular pattern sketched in the notebook was one he had seen countless times on Lanhua's arm. It was a keloid scar left from an explosion years ago when Lanhua shielded her father from flying shrapnel.

Lanhua's appearance at the scene of the Mu family fire is the most powerful evidence supporting Lu Yuan's words.

He wanted to deceive himself, pretending that Lan Hua went to save people, but he knew too well about Lan Hua's abilities. If that assumption were true, the fire at Mu's house wouldn't have happened.

But how could he possibly believe it, how could he accept that his father was the mastermind behind the massacre of the Mu family

Mùxīng……

What should he do to face her now

Fu Lingxiao painfully closed his eyes. The man who was always in control, invincible, felt lost and helpless for the first time.

However, this state didn't last long. Twelve years ago, there were still too many doubts surrounding the case. He couldn't reach any conclusions without thoroughly investigating it, after all, his father's innocence was at stake, as was his and Mu Xing's future.

Fu Lingxiao organized his thoughts, put the notebook back in his bag, and just stepped out of the room when he received a call from Situ Xun, "Master Fu, the tracking chip lead is broken."

Fu Lingxiao's handsome brows furrowed, "Where did the signal disappear"

Si Tu Xun said, "The signal has been consistent. Last night, I found that the location suddenly stopped moving. I sent people to investigate and found the tracking chip on a dead stray dog. The other party should have discovered it long ago and used the stray dog as a ruse to escape."

Fu Lingxiao pursed his lips and let out a breath. He hadn't just sent out one line, he wasn't dwelling on this problem, asking instead: "Have you found the source of the firearms"

"There's no record of this model gun on the market. I estimate it was made by a private arms factory. The bullets are standard issue and there's nothing traceable about them. We've also run checks on the killer's identity, but found no matches."

Quite capable.

Fu Lingxiao pulled the corner of his mouth without a trace of warmth, "There's no need to continue investigating. I have another matter for you to handle..."

- LanXuan has been so busy with the release of new products that she's been spinning like a top.

Without Fu Lingxiao's help, L.A.N's popularity plummeted to rock bottom. The counters were nearly deserted. She thought launching a new product would generate some buzz, but no one was interested. In a short time, her career went from bad to worse.

She saw clearly that with her abilities, she was unable to firmly establish L.A.N in the high-end brand market. Used to being adored and dazzling, how could she bear this current bleak situation

Regaining Ah Chou's support and getting him to help again was now the top priority.

Lan Xuan also understood in her heart that A Xiao wouldn't pay attention to her anymore. If she wanted to win him back, she had to start with that old hag.

After calculating, she put on a haggard makeup for herself, bought some gifts, and drove to the Fu family's old house.

When she arrived, Old Madam Fu was sitting in the main hall, scrolling through Weibo on her phone. Ever since that day when she learned how to use Weibo, she would spend her free time staring at it. Whenever she saw any news about her grandson and granddaughter-in-law, she would have to interact with it.

Besides that, she also has to reply to fan messages. Her previous replies on Weibo directly helped her gain a million followers, making her rise to fame quite rapidly.

"Grandma Fu."

Lanxuan walked in carrying a gift.

Seeing her approach, Old Madam Fu beamed a kind smile: "Xuan'er is here. What brings you over today"agged, his chest rising and falling violently. The raging fire within him almost consumed his reason. His strength was nearing its limit, unable to withstand even the slightest provocation.After weigh...