CHAPTER 183: CHAPTER 183: AN UNPRECEDENTED COLDNESS

Shi Su turned all the way to the parking lot near Kaixing Mansion, quickly found Jun’s car, searched around in the shadows beside the car, picked up a rectangular brick from the flower bed next to the parking lot, put it in her bag, opened the car door, got in, and drove off as soon as the engine started.

She put on her earphones and called Wen Ke while driving.

"Wen Ke, on Tongyun Street opposite Kaixing Mansion, there’s a second-hand Jetta with the license plate Jiang A96734 passing by. Help me figure out which intersection it turns onto. If you can contact someone to intercept it halfway, do it first. He took photos of Mianmian."

Wen Ke asked no more questions and just repeated, "Tongyun Street, Jiang A96734?"

"Yes."

"Understood."

Three minutes later, Shi Su received a call from Wen Ke: "That car went straight to Central City Road. Due to traffic congestion, it circumvented the roundabout and headed to the other side of Chongda Street. Chongda Street is bustling, the car can’t go too fast. Are you chasing that car? Don’t chase it, it’s unsafe. I’ll send someone to intercept it."

"I don’t know if there are other people in the car. They could send the photos out at any moment. There’s no time." Shi Su stepped hard on the gas.

The white Land Rover sped through, this was the fastest speed Shi Su had ever driven since she started driving.

The call remained connected, and she heard Wen Ke trying to calm her while harshly instructing the people around him.

But Shi Su couldn’t hear any of it.

What echoed in her ears was the doctor’s question from five years ago when she lay in a private maternity hospital.

"Miss Shi Su, we need a family member’s signature before the abortion."

"I have no family."

"Having a frequently visiting relative to sign would also be acceptable."

"I have no relatives, no family."

The doctor looked at her sympathetically then: "Are you sure you want to sign it yourself?"

She only had herself, who else could help her sign?

Family?

She truly had no family.

When the doctor handed her the paper needing a signature, Shi Su looked at the content, at the place for the family member’s signature, and suddenly lowered her head to look at her flat abdomen.

In the end, she never signed it.

She kept her only blood relative.

She feared that because of her decision, the little one in her belly would face injustice upon birth. So she poured all her love into Shi Mianmian. She could be both a strict father and a gentle mother. She didn’t give up her studies yet worked desperately to give Shi Mianmian a stable and secure life.

She and Shi Mianmian relied on each other for survival. Her little darling was over four years old, growing up healthy and safe, never once disturbed by the outside world. No one dared call her a "bastard child."

In a rundown rental in the United States, Shi Su, after distributing flyers in the freezing cold, had chilblains on her feet, so cold that her body could barely move. After returning home, she lay on the sofa. Two-year-old Shi Mianmian brought out a small pink basin filled with warm water from the heater, clumsily placed it in front of Shi Su, and while holding Shi Su’s feet, stuffed them into her tiny clothes, murmuring, "Mommy wash feet, water warm, mommy wash feet~"

During a hot day, when the air conditioning in the rental broke and landlord Mr. John was away, leaving no one to repair it and no money to hire someone else, Shi Su fanned Shi Mianmian, who couldn’t sleep from the heat. Mianmian grabbed her hand, saying she was cold, she wasn’t hot, she didn’t want fanning. But Shi Su clearly remembered how Mianmian’s little head was covered in sweat, soaking the pillow, yet the little girl kept saying she wasn’t hot, wanting mommy to sleep together with her.

Later, they returned home. Shi Su used the contract signing fee Jun gave her to buy a small house in the outskirts of Jiang City. Three-year-old Shi Mianmian stood in the old living room, proudly saying, "Here, mommy, I want a big Peppa Pig carpet here! A big one to roll on!"

That was her daughter, her darling, her everything, the only beam of light that had crashed into her once confused life, her only light!

Shi Su drove, gritting her teeth, unable to imagine what would happen if Shi Mianmian was exposed, what kind of abuse would fall on her child. Just the thought of people using malicious words against Shi Mianmian, even the term "bastard child," stirred in her an uncontrollable murderous impulse.

Why, as a public figure, couldn’t she protect her only beam of light?

Shi Su drove all the way to Chongda Street and indeed saw that because this road was a narrow one-way, that second-hand Jetta wasn’t driving as fast as before and had been caught up by the speeding Shi Su.

After entering Chongda Street, Shi Su didn’t slow down; she gripped the steering wheel tightly, floored the gas again, and charged forward.

The second-hand Jetta stopped near an internet café. Just as it stopped, the person inside, holding a camera, was ready to get out of the car to upload the photos inside the café to get the money sooner.

Just as the car stopped, without even opening the door, a flashy white Land Rover abruptly pulled up alongside.

A woman got out of that car.

Or rather, she stormed expressionlessly in this direction.

Why did she look so familiar?

Shi, Shi Su?

The person in the car, holding the camera, trembled, instinctively wanting to drive away immediately. But Shi Su had already approached, swinging her bag fiercely at the car door.

The nearly scrapped second-hand Jetta’s door was instantly dented by the brick in the bag. The surrounding people, startled by the scene, scattered in a panic. Before the car could drive away, Shi Su quickly smashed the window again, twice, and in the moment the car window shattered, ignoring the risk of cutting her hand on the broken edges, she reached in and grabbed the person’s collar inside.

"Get down!"

The person inside, in disbelief, thought despite being a female celebrity, Shi Su looked delicate, how was she so fierce?

And what weapon did she have in her bag?

The person inside wasn’t prepared at all, and with such a forceful yank, their chin and neck hit the broken edges of the window, threatening to slice their throat if pulled further.

"Help, someone! Murder!"

Shi Su remained silent, her face colder than ever, while gripping him, she simultaneously used her foot on the car door to stabilize herself, maintaining balance to prevent him from breaking free.

Bystanders were stunned, but no one dared approach; someone cautiously dialed the police, the scene chaotic.

Blood flowed slowly from the edge of the car door, dripping onto the ground; it wasn’t clear if Shi Su’s wrist was cut or if the person with the camera’s chin was pierced.

"Give me the camera!" Seeing him dodging while instinctively protecting the camera, Shi Su pulled even harder!