Lin Wanru's account was intermittent, interspersed with painful sobs and a long silence. She was like a sinner who had finally found the confessional, gradually pouring out the fear, guilt and those dirty secrets that had been pent up for over twenty years.
She mentioned more about the internal structure of the P.P. Foundation, the code names or habits of several key figures, and the terrifying goals that were truly intended to be achieved behind those illegal experiments, far beyond the imagination of ordinary people - not just genetic optimization, but also involving consciousness influence and a certain sense of "population control". She mentioned the ambiguous attitude of Mr. Lu in it. He was both a collaborator and a victim, longing for the benefits and technological advantages but also fearing being counterattacked in the end.
The red light of the voice recorder was steadily on, recording every heart-stopping detail. Su Wanwan listened quietly, her face pale but extremely composed. Only when she heard some particularly shocking details would her fingertips tremble slightly.
When Lin Wanru finally exhausted all her strength and collapsed on the sofa, shedding silent tears, Su Wanwan pressed the stop button.
The gallery was deathly silent, with only the faint sound of the wind coming from outside the window.
Su Wanwan put away the voice recorder and stood up. She didn't look at Lin Wanru, who was almost exhausted, anymore. She just said indifferently, "Thank you for telling me this." I'll handle it well."
There was no forgiveness, no comfort, only a cold, temporary alliance based on common interests.
She turned and left, her figure resolute.
After getting into the car, Su Wanwan didn't leave immediately. She leaned back in her chair, her eyes closed, feeling her brain buzzing due to information overload. The content in the voice recorder is enough to stir up a huge storm.
She took out her mobile phone and dialed Lu Tingchen's number.
"Over?" " He picked it up almost immediately, his voice carrying an imperceptible tension.
"Um." " Su Wanwan's voice was a bit hoarse. "I got a lot..." Something unimaginable. I'll send it to you."
"No need to send. I'll be there soon." " Lu Tingchen's voice was steady and powerful, "Wait for me right here."
A few minutes later, his car sped up. He strode out of the car, opened the door and sat beside her.
He didn't ask about the recording first. Instead, he carefully examined her expression, reached out and held her cold hand in his palm, gently rubbing it: "Are you okay?" "
His palm was warm and dry. That force passed through her skin and strangely soothed her tense nerves. Su Wanyan nodded slightly and handed him the voice recorder.
Lu Tingchen took it and directly plugged it into the car system, pressing the play button.
Lin Wanru's voice rang out in the sealed carriage, accompanied by those shocking contents. As the play went on, Lu Tingchen's expression became increasingly cold and hard. His eyes were as sharp as ice blades, and a terrifying aura of depression emanated from his entire being.
But he held Su Wanwan's hand, always warm and steady.
When the recording ended, the carriage fell into a deathly silence.
"Enough." " Lu Tingchen finally spoke up, his voice cold as if it could freeze the air. "These are enough."
He took out his mobile phone and dialed Qin Hao's number. His tone was more resolute and ruthless than ever before: "Act." All targets, close the net simultaneously. The chain of evidence was immediately handed over to the police and Interpol. "From the media side, it's time to let some light slip." "
The command was concise and powerful. At this moment, a long-brewing thunderous storm was finally lifted by him without hesitation!
Su Wanwan could even imagine what kind of earth-shattering tremor was taking place outside at this moment. Those "snakes" hidden in the dark will be precisely pulled out one by one and exposed to the sunlight.
After hanging up the phone, Lu Tingchen turned to her, and the coldness in his eyes instantly melted, replaced by a deep sense of concern. He reached out his hand, gently pulled her into his arms and let her lean on his shoulder.
"Stop thinking about it. Leave the rest to me." He whispered, his chin rubbing against her hair, "You did a great job. You were braver than I thought."
Su Wanwan leaned against his strong shoulder, closed her eyes, and exhaustion came surging like a tide. She didn't say a word. She just leaned quietly against him, inhaling the reassuring scent from him.
At this moment, she was no longer the Su Wanwan who was alone in pursuit of the truth and facing pressure from all sides. She could entrust all her burdens and hardships to him. He was her husband and her most solid support.
The car drove smoothly back to the manor.
In the following days, the outside world was in an uproar, and the news headlines were almost flooded with the scandal involving the Lu family and the P.P. Foundation. Arrested business tycoons, sealed laboratories, thrilling inside stories of illegal transactions... Each one is enough to shake the entire society.
The manor at the center of the storm, however, maintained a strange kind of tranquility.
Lu Tingchen was even busier. One conference call followed another, but he would always come home on time for dinner and return to his bedroom late at night to hold her in his arms. He never told her in detail about the bloodshed outside. He just showed her through his actions that everything was under control.
Su Wanwan, on the other hand, devoted more energy to her child. Watching Little Lu Chen grow up day by day, trying to make sounds by babbling and clumsily practicing rolling over, the gloom in her heart brought by the truth was gradually dispelled by the child's innocent smile.
That evening, Lu Tingchen came back early, a rare occurrence. The setting sun stretched his figure very long. He didn't go into the house but walked towards Su Wanwan who was pushing a baby carriage in the garden.
He hugged her from behind, his chin resting on her neck. His voice carried a hint of imperceptible fatigue but was exceptionally gentle: "It's all over." "
Su Wanwan was slightly stunned: "Zhao Jing?" Dr. Yang? And..."
All those who should be arrested have been caught. None of those who should be liquidated can escape. His tone was flat, yet it carried an undeniable force. "P.P. The Foundation has been severely weakened. We dare not cause any more trouble in the short term." As for those old stories..." He paused for a moment, tightened his arm, and said, "The law will give justice, but our lives must move forward."
He didn't elaborate on the process, but she knew that behind this casual remark, there was such a thrilling and resolute act.
Su Wanwan turned around and looked into his deep eyes. There was exhaustion, relief, and even more so, an endless yearning for her and the child.
She reached out her hand and gently smoothed his slightly furrowed brow.
"Thank you for your hard work." She said softly.
The afterglow of the setting sun bathed the two of them, as well as the little one making cooing sounds in the baby carriage, casting a warm golden glow.
Lu Tingchen lowered his head, kissed her forehead, then bent down and gently touched his son's tender face with his fingertip. The little fellow immediately grabbed his finger, stuffed it into his mouth and made a contented gurgling sound.
Looking at this scene, Su Wanwan's heart was filled with a calm yet powerful force.
The shadows of the past may not be completely erased, but the warmth and protection of the present are enough to illuminate the path ahead.
His thunderous measures cleared the thorns on her path ahead.
Her tenderness and tenacity are the driving force that keeps him moving forward.
They are each other's sharpest spears and strongest shields.
Lu Tingchen straightened up, held her in his arms again and gazed at the brilliant sunset on the horizon.
"Wanwan," he called her in a low voice, "From now on, no one will be able to hurt you anymore."
Su Wanwan nestled in his arms and nodded gently.
"Well, I believe it."
Perhaps there are still undercurrents outside the manor, but at this moment, within their fortress, there is only the quiet warmth and the trust they have entrusted to each other.
(To be continued...)"