This isn't right either. Just now, Fu Huixing mentioned there was something off about this girl.

Now he's saying it's not just about the money, which is quite contradictory.

Mr. Fu, usually so composed, now wore a face full of confusion.

Compared to his expression ten minutes later, he seemed relatively calm at this moment.

After conveying what he knew to his uncle in a tactful manner, Fu Huixing left the reception room looking as usual.

Leaving Mr. Fu alone, facing the empty reception room, he displayed the most unsettled expression of his life.

The lukewarm water in the teapot had long since cooled. He didn't bother to heat it up, just kept drinking it cold.

This cooled boiled water was nowhere near as cold as his heart at the moment.

Mr. Fu hadn't returned to his bedroom, and Madam Fu, thinking something had happened to her husband, only found out from the maid that he had been in the reception room all this time and hadn't come out, while Fu Huixing had left two hours earlier.

This was an unprecedented situation.

Worried, Madam Fu went to find him and saw Mr. Fu gulping down cold water, seemingly trying to drown his sorrows with it.

He looked like someone who had suffered a great blow. Although Fu Huixing was the last person Mr. Fu had spoken with, Madam Fu didn't think it had anything to do with him, not believing he could have such an impact.

She thought back over everything that had happened today, still assuming her husband was upset because their son had chosen an unreliable girlfriend.

So she comforted Mr. Fu, saying, "I know what's troubling you. Don't get too worked up about it. We're at an age where we need to look after our health. It's not worth ruining it over that boy."

"If he changes his mind, that's for the best. But if he's set on marrying Bai Qianqian, then we'll just have to kick him out of the house. Out of sight, out of mind."

"As long as Bai Qianqian is after his money, once Zhan Yang is kicked out, she'll break up with him once she realizes she can't get anything from our family."

Before Madam Fu's reassurances, Mr. Fu was just feeling cold-hearted,

But after her comforting words, he couldn't help but start trembling.

My God, he was only sixty. His ninety-year-old father was still sprightly and didn't need a walking stick, yet was he getting Parkinson's because his son upset him?

Of course, being diagnosed with Parkinson's in his prime wasn't the biggest blow for him. What was most urgent was the comfort his wife had just offered him.

Mr. Fu looked at his wife again, his gaze filled with ambiguous meanings.

Under normal circumstances, this plan would have no issues.

But do you realize, your son's girlfriend, your future daughter-in-law, is no ordinary person.

If you dare to kick your son out, adopting a stance of righteousness over kinship, she could send your son all the way to the Northern Myanmar Tech Park to learn the latest in telecom fraud techniques, or even make him a fresh source of live organ donations.

Don't expect human traffickers to be merciful or uphold any moral standards.

Mr. Fu waved his hand, signaling his wife to sit down, "I have something to tell you, please sit down first."

Madam Fu yawned, "What's the matter? Your tone is fairly ominous. Speak quickly, I want to go back to sleep for my beauty rest. Staying up late is bad for the skin."

Mr. Fu: I hope you still have the mood to sleep after hearing this.

It has to be said that the mere thought of having someone else to share the burden with provides a unique comfort.

Madam Fu placed the teapot on the stove, "Drinking cold water is bad for your health. You can't do this again."

Mr. Fu chuckled, "I have received some news."

Mr. Fu did not mention this was from Fu Huixing. His intention was to protect him.

Madam Fu asked, "What big news has warranted this attitude?"

Mr. Fu: “It's about Zhan Yang's girlfriend. Her background is not simple."

“I know, she must be with Zhan Yang for his money, right?”

Mr. Fu shook his head.

This arouse Madam Fu's competitive spirit, "Or does she have another boyfriend hidden somewhere, and together they're plotting against our family's assets?"

The hint of this news came from the Lan family.

“Enough, stop guessing. Let me tell you straight, she’s a human trafficker.”

The sound of boiling water came from the kettle on the stove, while Madam Fu stayed stunned.

Her husband was a serious man who never made jokes.

Madam Fu even thought that he, a man in his sixties, had unlocked his sense of humor and was joking with her.

No wonder Madam Fu thought her husband was joking, because this news was simply too outrageous.

Even if Mr. Fu said that Bai Qianqian was a fraudster, Madam Fu would not think he was joking.

A young woman, how could she possibly be a human trafficker?

Moreover, her impression of human traffickers were shady figures. How could one become her daughter-in-law?

At first, Madam Fu didn't believe it, she even doubted that her husband was joking.

Unlike his habitual seriousness, before Mr. Fu put all the clues in front of her, she already eerily believed everything.

Madam Fu looked towards her husband in despair, "You mean, she is with our son because she truly likes him, or is she attracted to our son’s kidneys?"

Although being targeted by a human trafficker to be a boyfriend and being targeted as a victim to be abducted are fundamentally the same, both lead to being kidnapped eventually.

Yet, due to the reason of love, their son has been relatively safe recently.

Regretfully, both theories were incorrect, "Because she is also a corporate spy, tasked with probing into our company's trade secrets."

Madam Fu: Where’s my emergency heart medication, I could take a whole bottle.

"Being targeted by a human trafficker, just because he is gullible and easy to approach."

Madam Fu stood up with a start.

“What are you doing? You can’t tell Zhan Yang about this. This child Zhan Yang is naive, he can't keep secrets.” If he finds out, it won't be long before Bai Qianqian knows about it, which is likely to startle the snake in the grass.

Madam Fu gave her husband a glancing look, "Do you think I’m unreliable?"

"So, where are you going?"

Madam Fu gave a small laugh, "I will pluck a hair from this silly boy’s head. I’ll send it for DNA testing tomorrow. This child is so foolish and stupid, he doesn't resemble you or me. I suspect the hospital switched the babies at birth."

Mr. Fu: ... So going for a DNA test is considered reliable?