The police had expected Fu Yan Ting to question them. They didn't expect him to be so magnanimous. Ultimately, Fu Yan Ting's relationship with the Lin family was as strained as the rumors suggested.
Regardless, with Fu Yan Ting's words, these people now knew how to proceed with whatever was to be done with Lin Yi Cheng.
News of Lin Yi Cheng's death was officially suppressed, but it still leaked out.
Three days later, Fu Yan Ting received a call from an unfamiliar number.
He rejected the call.
The caller then sent a message, forcing Fu Yan Ting to meet her.
Fu Yan Ting had never been threatened so righteously and openly before.
Thus, upon seeing the message, he readily agreed to the meeting.
Upon entering the private room at the restaurant, Fu Yan Ting's eyes widened in shock at the person who had summoned him.
It was none other than his mother, who had supposedly committed suicide.
Fu Yan Ting found the entire situation deeply ironic.
To gain attention for his supposed filial impiety, Lin Qian had cruelly committed suicide and faked her death.
That period had been Fu Yan Ting's darkest.
But now, because of Lin Yi Cheng's death.
Lin Qian was willing to reveal herself and meet Fu Yan Ting.
Therefore, in Lin Qian's eyes, the Lin family, Lin Nan, and Lin Yi Cheng were all far more important than Fu Yan Ting.
At this moment, looking at Lin Qian, Fu Yan Ting felt a profound indifference.
Some people only received candy when they cried.
Some people only received candy when they didn't cry.
As for him, no matter what he did, he could never obtain the candy that belonged to Lin Qian.
Since that was the case, he would no longer seek it.
Fu Yan Ting sat opposite Lin Qian, his expression calm, saying nothing.
Lin Qian, however, was enraged upon seeing Fu Yan Ting. The only things on the table were tea cups filled with water. Without a second thought, Lin Qian hurled a teacup at Fu Yan Ting.
As she threw it, Lin Qian cursed, "You cold-blooded wretch, how could I have given birth to you."
"Yes, I too wonder why you gave birth to me."
Lin Qian was taken aback by Fu Yan Ting's retort.
Up until now, Fu Yan Ting had always done as she pleased.
Even during her staged suicide, though Fu Yan Ting had remained silent and outwardly inactive, as a mother, Lin Qian could tell that he still cared about her.
The reason Lin Qian had not contacted Fu Yan Ting for so long was twofold. Firstly, she felt that despite their mother-son relationship, there was no familial affection between them. At least, from Lin Qian's perspective, she felt no attachment to Fu Yan Ting.
Secondly, Lin Qian was already notorious. Since she had faked her death, she wanted to disappear completely from Fu Yan Ting's life. Thus, Lin Qian had not contacted him.
Of course, Lin Qian had also warned Lin Yi Cheng and Lin Nan not to tell Fu Yan Ting she was alive, threatening severe consequences if they did.
But Lin Qian hadn't anticipated that she would have to meet Fu Yan Ting herself in the end.
All of this was his doing.
Lin Yi Cheng had merely killed a few minor employees of the Fu Corporation, and Fu Yan Ting had to escalate it to this extent?
Making such a big fuss had no benefit for him, and it even implicated his own maternal uncle.
Yet, she truly hadn't expected Fu Yan Ting to be so ruthless.
He could disregard the life and death of his own maternal uncle, even colluding with the police to ensure Lin Yi Cheng's demise.
Even if Lin Yi Cheng had kidnapped Yan Xi before, Yan Xi was an outsider and had divorced Fu Yan Ting. Lin Qian couldn't comprehend how she, a strong businesswoman, could have given birth to such a lovesick fool.
Just like his father.
It was infuriating.
No wonder she found Fu Yan Ting so disagreeable. How could she not?
Compared to Lin Qian's fury, Fu Yan Ting remained remarkably calm.
The tea was scalding hot, splashing all over Fu Yan Ting. His neck even turned red, and several small blisters formed.
Yet, the physical pain Fu Yan Ting felt at that moment paled in comparison to the pain in his heart.
The burns on his body were not as deep as the wounds in his chest.
Even though the tea was scalding hot and poured all over him, he felt an intense coldness.
It was likely a disillusionment with familial affection.
Time and time again, he had held onto hope regarding Lin Qian, and each time she abandoned him, he would still make excuses for her, telling himself that Lin Qian didn't truly intend to do so, that it wasn't her true will.
But when it all truly unfolded before him, Fu Yan Ting became exceptionally calm and indifferent.
Having accumulated enough disappointment, it was now time for him to distance himself from Lin Qian.
Fu Yan Ting turned to leave.
Lin Qian, after expending considerable effort, was not about to let Fu Yan Ting go so easily.
Seeing Fu Yan Ting turn away, Lin Qian spoke coldly, "Stop right there."
Fu Yan Ting halted, but did not turn around, waiting for Lin Qian to speak.
Although Lin Qian was in the wrong, she was, after all, Fu Yan Ting's biological mother.
Whatever she did to Fu Yan Ting, he was expected to endure it without complaint, and not to oppose her.
If Fu Yan Ting dared to oppose her, she wouldn't hesitate to destroy him, for example, by targeting the people he cared about or his inherited fortune.
"Madam Lin, is there anything else?"
Fu Yan Ting asked indifferently.
Lin Qian spoke coldly, "An elder is speaking to you. You're in such a hurry to leave before I've finished. You have no manners."
"Yes, I have no manners. Who wouldn't, being a child without a mother?"
Fu Yan Ting's calm words rendered Lin Qian speechless, cutting off whatever she had intended to say.
Lin Qian, in a fit of rage, pointed at Fu Yan Ting and snarled, "Fu Yan Ting, what do you mean by this? I am your mother. With such an arrogant attitude, do you still have any respect for me as your mother?"
"You have never treated me as your son, so why should I acknowledge you as my mother? From now on, you are Lin, and I am Fu. We will stay out of each other's way."
"Fu Yan Ting, is this how I raised you?" Lin Qian's anger made her speak without restraint.
Upon hearing Lin Qian's words, Fu Yan Ting let out a laugh as if he had heard the funniest joke, a slight smile curving his lips into a wry expression.
Seeing Fu Yan Ting's deep, knowing smile, Lin Qian couldn't help but swallow. A faint sense of unease stirred within her, but she quickly regained her composure.
No matter what, she was Fu Yan Ting's mother.
Legally, this was an undeniable fact.