"I haven’t detained anyone, how could I possibly detain him? He’s my son!"
Du Qinglian, who had already been brought to the police station, persisted in explaining to the police.
But the officer in charge didn’t listen at all, and directly threw the evidence in front of her.
"These are photos and video evidence provided by the party involved, as well as witness statements... You know that Mr. He is your son, even tigers do not eat their offspring, what kind of mother does something ?"
Looking at those photos, Du Qinglian turned pale.
She trembled as she picked up the evidence, let out an incredulous scream, and then threw them all to the ground.
"No, it can’t be, how is this possible? I want to see him, I want to see my son, he must have been tricked, I’m his mother, how can he call the police to arrest his own mother?!"
"I want a lawyer! I need to see He Yun! Let me go!"
Inside the interrogation room, Du Qinglian was hysterical.
Outside, He Yun and his group had already arrived at the police station.
Despite being in poor shape, emaciated to the extreme, with a pale face and deep dark circles under his eyes, his mental state had mostly recovered.
Xiao Wu and Luo Le were supporting him on either side, constantly giving him psychological reinforcement.
"Bro, just state your demands, don’t be afraid of Du Qinglian, let the chips fall where they may, we’ve got your back."
"Yeah, Mr. He, forget about the past sentiment, she doesn’t have any motherly affection for you at all."
He Yun nodded, then looked back at Jiang Li.
Jiang Li smiled, "I know what you want to say, don’t worry, we’re fine."
"I have already spoken to the police, and they will handle things impartially. I have also contacted a lawyer for you in advance, to strive for the greatest benefit for you."
He Yun didn’t know how to express his gratitude, he could only stand there, gazing earnestly at Jiang Li.
"Thank you, Jiang Li," he said. "If it weren’t for you, I might already be dead."
Jiang Li didn’t argue but simply waved his hand at him.
With that, He Yun turned and continued forward, declining Luo Le and Xiao Wu’s offer to accompany him, and entered the interrogation room on his own.
Seeing him, Du Qinglian’s emotions became visibly more agitated.
"He Yun! How can you do this to me? I’m your birth mother! No one calls the police on their own mother; hurry and explain to the police to let me out!"
He Yun remained unmoved in his place.
Seeing his indifference, Du Qinglian became panicked and quickly started playing the emotional card.
"He Yun, He Yun, I’m your mother, I’ve worked so hard raising you, you can’t just forget about all the old ties."
"Mom locked you in the house for your own good, your friends are all up to no good, mother has her reasons for not letting you associate with them."
"Listen to me, quickly tell the police and let them let me out."
He Yun slowly lifted his head.
Just as Du Qinglian thought she might finally have influenced him, she heard the cold reply—
"You aren’t fit to be my mother."
Du Qinglian’s heart suddenly turned cold.
He Yun continued expressionlessly: "I’ve already found a lawyer. The court will formally serve you with a summons in a week’s time. During this period, you can stay in the police station and reflect on what it takes to be a qualified mother."
After saying that, He Yun left without looking back.
Disappointment and disgust for the woman behind him had reached the limit; he didn’t want to see her again.
Du Qinglian collapsed into a shrieking, wailing mess.
"He Yun! He Yun! You come back here! I’m your mother, you can’t treat me !"
"How could you sue your own mother? What will people outside think of you?! Do you still want to stay in the entertainment industry?!"
But no matter how much she cried and shouted, she never got even a glance from He Yun.
By the time she finished with the police station and got home, it was already the early hours of the morning.
She had entrusted He Yun to Qi Tianyu, and it was good to have him take care of He during the time before the trial.
The fatigue of the day had Jiang Li sleeping until late in the morning.
Opening her eyes, the glaring sunlight made her somewhat uneasy.
It seemed that from then on, she would have to keep to a more regular schedule, otherwise she’d spend the whole morning asleep.
Stretching languidly, Jiang Li washed up and went downstairs.
Lin Manru was busy in the dining room preparing lunch, and the house was bustling with activity as even Shen Lan had come back.
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"Lili, you must be hungry, come on down and sit, lunch will be ready soon."
Shen Lan also said with a smile, "I watched the live broadcast last night the whole time, and now you’ve really made a name for yourself, gaining over two million fans on Weibo."
"You’re not wrong there," Lin Manru chimed in. "Even my studio received a flood of orders today thanks to Lili."
Sitting on the sofa, Old Sir Jiang huffed disapprovingly.
"All she does is stir up useless attention; when is she going to get into a university? That’s what’s important, not loafing around like an unemployed bum all day."
Hearing this harsh comment, Shen Lan turned and stuck out her tongue, then gave Jiang Li a "don’t take it to heart" look.
Of course, Jiang Li wouldn’t take it to heart; she had heard far harsher comments before and still managed to remain calm. To her, these words were nothing.
Anyway, Old Sir Jiang was just indulging his penchant for grumbling.
Everyone gathered and sat around the dining table.
Jiang Yan was fast asleep, so Lin Manru asked the kitchen to save a meal for him.
"Lili, you’ve been working so hard lately, and now that the gala is over and you don’t need to keep fit, eat a bit more today."
Jiang Li took the dish Lin Manru offered, then as if something had occurred to her, she asked, "Mom, has your studio received a lot of orders?"
Lin Manru nodded happily, "Yes, indeed. It took those assistants half the day to sort them out."
"So, what are you thinking about them?"
Jiang Li put down her chopsticks. "Well, if you don’t have any particular plans, how about listening to my suggestion? I recommend that you give up those small orders and focus on the big ones instead."
Lin Manru looked puzzled, prompting Jiang Li to explain.
"Last night, wearing the dress you and Master Liu made, I’ve already established a reputation. In most people’s subconscious, your Dawn Studio is already synonymous with luxury couture. If you start taking ordinary orders now, you’ll only confuse your brand’s concept. It would be better to take this opportunity to position yourself properly, accepting only luxury custom orders."
"I think Jiang Li is right," Shen Lan added. "Capital isn’t short of wealthy people; what’s rare is status and fame. Now that your sister-in-law, your clothing has made a name for itself, it’s time to elevate the stature too. It doesn’t matter if the orders are fewer, what matters is the quality."
Lin Manru nodded while pondering their words.
"You’re both making good points; I’ll discuss it with them later."