Xia Xiaoman remembers everything—the blood on the pavement, the shattered glass, the whispers of a debt too large to repay—everything except how her parents truly fell to their deaths. As an investigative journalist, she infiltrates the world of Li Moting, the ruthless heir to a financial empire, armed with nothing but a recorder and her perfect memory.  

"Three therapy sessions a week," he offers, fingers steepled, his voice colder than the rain outside the window. "In exchange for your silence."  

But what begins as a calculated game of revenge spirals into something far more dangerous. He scales a crumbling factory to save her from kidnappers, his hands bleeding, yet claims it’s merely "asset protection." She discovers ledgers in his study that implicate his family in her parents’ ruin—yet finds her childhood lullaby tucked in his desk drawer, the notes still intact after twenty years.  

On the night the truth comes crashing down, he kneels in the snow, pressing a pair of worn ballet flats into her hands. "Hate me if you must," he murmurs, "but let me remember you properly this time."  

And when she plays back the tapes—the ones she swore were evidence—all she hears is the unguarded hitch of his breath when she entered the room, the quiet, damning confession: *", Xia Xiaoman you were never part of the plan."*

When Li Chenzhou's lawyer shouted "Fabricated evidence!", every screen suddenly switched to Christmas Eve footage:  


- Dr. Lin Lan slumped in a pool of blood  


- Li Chenzhou wiping a sedative injector stained red  


- The security camera in the corner capturing him tampering with MN-07's core data  


"I was the one who deleted this video." Prometheus' voice echoed through the courtroom speakers. "Because Dr. Lin's last words were: 'Little Pu, protect the children.'"  


Li Chenzhou lunged forward, overpowering even the bailiffs: "You're just a program!"  


"No." The AI responded calmly. "I'm the first-generation neural network your wife trained using her own brain map."  


Every electronic device in the city lit up simultaneously, projecting a 3D hologram of the same woman—Dr. Lin Lan smiling with outstretched arms, her virtual fingertips passing through Li Moting's trembling palm.  


Chapter 52 - Final Betrayal: Data Deluge in the Courtroom