Chapter 283: Chapter 283: Are You Feeling Guilty? Chapter 283: Chapter 283: Are You Feeling Guilty? Lu Xining had left slowly just now, her peripheral vision always on Mu Suyu’s movements.

Indeed, she was a protective mother.

Mu Suyu, distressed at seeing her precious son tied up, took advantage of the others’ departure to quietly untie his restraints, not expecting him to suddenly explode with great strength, push her away, and lunge at the girl.

The girl, who had just fixed her clothes, was huddled in the corner of the wall.

When danger struck, without a second thought, she leaped out of the window.

Although the lounge was on the second floor, it was not a short drop, and right below was the entire pane of transparent glass windows of the banquet hall. Not only were the people on the second floor alarmed by the exclamations and looking back, but those on the first floor also witnessed the girl jumping down from upstairs.

At that very moment, the police and doctors had also arrived at the scene simultaneously.

He Jinseng, who had hoped to handle the situation quietly, looked gravely towards Jing Yi.

Nor had Mu Suyu anticipated her son’s actions.

She turned pleadingly to the man at the door, only to see his eyes were a dark abyss, utterly void of any care.

It reminded her again of what Lu Xining had said earlier about him planning to give all his assets to Jing Zheng.

No! She would never allow it!

Having finally reached this point, Mu Suyu would never let the wealth slip through her fingers.

Lu Xining had been closely monitoring her emotional fluctuations.

Seeing Mu Suyu’s resolved look, Lu Xining silently breathed a sigh of relief, not fearing Mu Suyu would do wrong, but rather that she would do nothing at all.

She lowered her gaze to the phone, Jing Zheng’s screensaver was a scribble drawn by Lu Nuonuo when he was a little over a year old.

Most prominent was a large figure in the middle, with a round head, a long body, draped in a red cape.

Beside it, there were two stick figures, one big, one small.

She still remembered, after Lu Nuonuo finished his drawing, he toddled over to him, claiming the superhero was uncle, and the two stick figures were mommy and Nuonuo.

The drawing had remained Jing Zheng’s screensaver ever since, never changed.

Seeing her daughter’s artwork, Lu Xining’s concern for Jing Zheng grew heavier.

Before He Jinseng had time to arrange the retrieval of surveillance footage, Haozi had already secretly reviewed the footage and hadn’t spotted Jing Zheng.

He passed the message to Fu Junhang.

Meanwhile, Fu Junhang was already on his way there.

He had brought someone with him, too.

The girl was taken away by the police, the doctor examined her and gathered some unspeakable evidence.

Meanwhile, Jing Yu upstairs was taken back under control.

This time, the one giving orders was Jing Yi.

The wealthy wives exchanged glances, clearly understanding that Jing Yu was doomed this time.

Similarly, Mu Suyu acknowledged this truth.

Her complexion pallid, she looked at Jing Yi, wanting to secretly send Jing Yu back to the Jing Family and then quietly arrange for him to leave the country to avoid the limelight, which was better than having these matters known in Port City.

Unfortunately, Lu Xining did not give her the chance.

After glancing at the vacant-eyed He Lele, Lu Xining signaled the waiter who had gone to call for Jing Yi and his wife just before.

Taking advantage of the diversion, the latter carried the tray out of everyone’s sight.

The day’s turn of events had thrown off the He Family and Jing Family’s original plans, and now He Jinseng couldn’t possibly marry his daughter into the Jing Family. Yet he couldn’t just leave the guests downstairs hanging, so he went downstairs with his wife and daughter.

Mu Suyu was still in the room dressing her beloved son, afraid others might see and tarnish his purity.

Jing Yi sat on the sofa outside the second-floor lounge, his gaze deep as he looked at the still-present Lu Xining, and with an intonation that suggested he saw through her scheme, he said, “Is this how you take revenge for Jing Zheng?”

Lu Xining raised an eyebrow, “What if it is?”

She had never expected her tactics to deceive this old fox; Lu Xining was more interested in finding Jing Zheng than worrying about this man seeing through her intentions.

Haozi said he hadn’t seen Jing Zheng leave the He Family residence, nor had any other vehicles left the area during this time, and the bodyguards brought along were already searching nearby.

A man so utterly worthless in pursuit of his future surely didn’t deserve her respect.

Lu Xining turned to leave, only to hear Jing Yi ask her, “What is your relationship with Shang Qing?”

He half-closed his eyes, scrutinizing Lu Xining standing before him, more concerned about her identity in relation to Shang Qing than his own son inside.

With an abrupt shift in the conversation, Lu Xining raised her eyebrow slightly, offering an ambiguous reply, “Whatever relationship you think it is, that’s what it is.”

In any case, it had nothing to do with her.

Watching her departing figure, Jing Yi’s eyes grew darker, his gaze shifting to the middle-aged man flattered by everyone on the first floor, a lapdog of Shang Qing who managed to gain such a status, fueling his ambition for even higher positions.

The second floor slowly returned to silence.

Given the special status of today’s banquet guests, Jing Yu was politely escorted away.

Mu Suyu’s gaze followed her son as he left.

After everyone else had gone, she finally went to confront Jing Yi, barely containing her anger, “Are you secretly moving assets to give to Jing Zheng’s illegitimate son?”

Jing Yi cast her a cold glance, saying, “Think before you act.”

“Why don’t you answer me directly? Are you feeling guilty?”

Mu Suyu’s long-withheld grievances erupted in the face of his decades of cold indifference.

Through gritted teeth, she said, “I told you to deal with that woman long ago, but you refused, and later her dragging you down resulted in years of stalled promotions. Haven’t you learned your lesson?”

“Don’t forget, if it weren’t for our Mu family stepping in, could you have reached your current position?”

Lu Xining smirked upon hearing Mu Suyu’s confrontation through her earpiece.

Indeed, stupidity must be embedded in their genes; the daughter of a butcher and a nanny, despite decades of cultivation from the Mu family, still lacked foresight.

Not to mention that the accusation was fabricated by Lu Xining; even if it were true, Mu Suyu confronting such a powerful man directly was a major taboo.

The current Mu family, though still wealthy, clearly forgot that the Jing Yi standing before her was no longer the youth who needed the Mu Family’s wealth to climb the ranks.

Indeed!

Seeing the same rhetoric she had used for decades, Jing Yi’s expression instantly shifted.

When he looked up, his eyes shifted from indifference to mockery, unabashedly stripping away Mu Suyu’s pretense with blunt words.

“The Mu family? Mu Suyu, do you really think no one knows about the past?”

The disdain in the man’s eyes shattered Mu Suyu’s pride.

She feigned composure, “What do you mean?”

“Family background, parents, name… Who’s really the cuckoo usurping the nest? Do you need me to remind you?”

Witnessing the panic in her eyes, Jing Yi felt no pity for her. He coldly rose and left her sight.

Passing a vase, he glanced at it meaningfully,
but ultimately continued on his way.

As for that son of hers, Jing Yu, rotten to the core, he wasn’t worth Jing Yi’s effort to save.

On the first floor, Lu Xining, who had found Jing Zheng, heard the sound of Mu Suyu’s collapsing curses and the man’s departing footsteps through the earpiece, and immediately instructed her people to retrieve the object.

Just a moment ago, she had planted a listening device in a flowerpot while no one was paying attention.

He Jinseng had not come this far by being a fool; once he cooled down, he would surely re-examine every resting room. It was crucial to preemptively eliminate all hidden dangers.

Looking at the disheveled Jing Zheng, she sympathetically said, “Jing Zheng…”