Yan Xi struggled to control her anger. If Lin Qian were in front of her, Yan Xi would surely disregard everything and hit her.
Seeing that Yan Xi had stopped speaking, Lin Qian thought her words had successfully persuaded Yan Xi. A slight smile crept onto the corners of Lin Qian's lips.
Women of small minds were so easy to manipulate. A little favor would reveal their true nature.
Yan Xi's silence now was merely playing hard to get; in her heart, she was probably overjoyed.
With this thought, Lin Qian's lips curved upwards, a mocking smile that she couldn't even hide.
"Miss Yan, I know your brother has a great talent for painting. If you help me this time, I can have Mu Qing take your brother as his personal disciple."
"Empty words are not enough. Why should I believe you? You are not Master Mu Qing, so how can you make decisions for him?"
"You haven't even met Mu Qing, how can you be so sure I'm not Mu Qing?"
Yan Xi was struck speechless by Lin Qian's retort.
Lin Qian, Mu Qing.
Yan Xi was surprised to discover that Mu Qing seemed to be Lin Qian's name, with a few radicals removed.
Mu Qing, Mu Qing.
Yan Xi didn't know who Lin Qian loved, but she had certainly created such a pseudonym for herself.
However, Yan Xi didn't have the spare time to concern herself with who Lin Qian had loved.
Yan Xi said with a cold laugh, "No matter who you are, I cannot help you."
"Yan Xi, one cannot be ungrateful. Don't forget, I am Fu Yan Ting's biological mother. If I don't allow Fu Yan Ting to be with you, do you think he still will? Just like the child in your womb, I didn't want this child to be born, and Fu Yan Ting didn't give you the chance, did he?"
Yan Xi's face turned deathly pale.
Lin Qian knew how to rub salt into a wound.
Lin Qian was actually quite flustered. While she had some authority in front of Yan Xi, when negotiating with Fu Yan Ting, facing his cold gaze, Lin Qian knew she had no room for negotiation with him.
She deliberately spoke this way in front of Yan Xi to leave Yan Xi with no other choice but to help her.
"Miss Yan, I'll give you one day to think it over carefully."
After speaking, Lin Qian hung up the phone without waiting for Yan Xi's response.
Yan Xi's expression was incredibly grim.
Fu Yan Ting was in the living room, playing with LEGOs with Yan Zi Tong. It was the latest limited edition building set he had bought for Yan Zi Tong. He didn't know when Yan Xi would wake up, so to keep Yan Zi Tong from being bored, he had brought out the toys he had bought for him.
Although Fu Yan Ting was rather strict with Yan Zi Tong, he still wanted him to experience a childhood.
The reason Fu Yan Ting sent Yan Zi Tong for wilderness survival training was primarily because he himself had been kidnapped as a child. He didn't want Yan Zi Tong to panic if he were ever kidnapped, hence he taught him those survival skills.
Suddenly, Fu Yan Ting's phone rang. It was one of his subordinates.
Fu Yan Ting answered the call. The subordinate on the other end said, "Boss, Han Ming Xuan has escaped."
Fu Yan Ting's expression changed drastically upon hearing this.
He had only asked those people to interrogate Han Ming Xuan to give him a chance to confess.
If he had interrogated him personally, the outcome would have been entirely different.
They had worked together for so long. Although their paths differed, Fu Yan Ting did not wish to confront or personally deal with Han Ming Xuan.
Moreover, with Yan Xi's recent predicament, Fu Yan Ting had been preoccupied and had thus left Han Ming Xuan to be handled by his subordinates.
However, Fu Yan Ting never expected his subordinate to call him with this news.
Fu Yan Ting's eyes flashed with killing intent, and he asked coldly, "Didn't I order you to keep an eye on him? How could he have escaped?"
The International Special Police Headquarters was extremely strict. Even for their own personnel, escaping from the interrogation room after committing an offense was not easy.
However, Han Ming Xuan had remained tight-lipped, not confessing anything, and had instead escaped.
Fu Yan Ting couldn't help but suspect that there was more than one mole within their International Special Police Headquarters.
After hanging up the phone, Fu Yan Ting glanced at Yan Zi Tong and said, "Remember to call your Mommy to your room for dinner later."
"Scum dad, aren't you staying home to play LEGOs with me?"
Fu Yan Ting did not reply.
In fact, Fu Yan Ting also felt a pang of regret.
He and Yan Zi Tong had never been on very good terms. Today was a rare occasion where they could play together peacefully.
Unexpectedly, just as he was engrossed, an incident occurred at the International Special Police.
Fu Yan Ting had to put down the toys and looked apologetically at Yan Zi Tong, explaining, "There's a slight issue at the company, I need to go handle it. I'll buy you the latest LEGO set when I get back."
In reality, Yan Zi Tong was already playing with the latest model.
Ever since he discovered Yan Zi Tong was his son, even though Fu Yan Ting remained indifferent towards him, sending him to the wilderness to learn survival skills.
He would still buy two of every new model of toy for Yan Zi Tong—one for playing and one for collecting.
Yan Zi Tong's mouth twitched upon hearing Fu Yan Ting's perfunctory excuse. Did he really think he was as gullible as a three-year-old?
He was six years old.
After giving a few instructions, Fu Yan Ting left home.
Yan Zi Tong watched Fu Yan Ting's retreating back.
He shook his head helplessly.
Fu Yan Ting probably didn't realize it himself, but the first rule of the top ten rules for scumbags was to work overtime, using the excuse of overtime to go elsewhere.
Did he really think he knew nothing?
He was just young, not stupid.
Yan Zi Tong silently scored Fu Yan Ting in his heart.
Handsome, rich, powerful, add 100 points.
Not good to Mommy, can't sweet-talk, deduct 1000 points.
Mommy was in a bad mood, and he not only didn't accompany Mommy but also found an excuse to work overtime, deduct 100 points.
Buys him toys and plays with him, add 10086 points.
Unpredictable temper, deduct his ID number...
Forget it, he didn't have that ID card thing yet.
He would tackle this problem when he was eighteen.
Fu Yan Ting was unaware of his son's impression of him, and he didn't have time to play with Yan Zi Tong now.
Upon arriving at the International Special Police Headquarters, Fu Yan Ting parked his car and headed to his office. On the way, his subordinates briefed him on their work.
Fu Yan Ting suddenly stopped. The subordinate behind him, not expecting Fu Yan Ting to stop so abruptly, bumped into him. The subordinate was startled and quickly apologized, "Boss Fu, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
Fu Yan Ting frowned. Was he that terrifying?
Why did this subordinate look as if he had seen a ghost after bumping into him?
However, Fu Yan Ting was not in the mood to ponder the subordinate's thoughts at that moment.
He asked indifferently, "Who was on duty yesterday guarding Han Ming Xuan?"