Hearing that, Jiang Yao turned around and met a pair of deep eyes as cold as ice.
So this was Su Jingyang?
The man’s tailored suit fit his figure perfectly. He had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and a tall, elegant frame, like a carefully sculpted work of art. His facial features were sharply defined, with a straight nose and thin lips beneath it.
He was even more handsome than her archenemy, the Demonic Dao Patriarch!
That dead girl who used to own this body truly did not know how blessed she was!
She had been living so well!
Every single feature hit directly on Jiang Yao’s aesthetic preferences.
Tsk tsk tsk, absolutely top-tier—no, wait! Immortal-tier! An immortal-grade masterpiece! Such a premium specimen was now benefiting her instead?
If she could stare at something this pleasing to the eye every day, how wonderful would that be?
The man walked toward them with measured steps, each one seeming to land perfectly on a beat.
How could someone possibly be this handsome?
It was as though his entire body radiated light.
When he stopped in front of the mother and son, an imposing aura spread from him. Only after seeing that his son was unharmed did that pressure lessen slightly.
Jiang Yao raised an eyebrow.
This man did not seem simple at all.
How could an ordinary businessman possess such an overwhelming presence?
She clicked her tongue inwardly and quickly shifted her gaze away, pretending to remain calm.
Meanwhile, her precious son unconsciously straightened his back the moment he saw Su Jingyang, completely losing the lazy and sloppy demeanor he usually had in front of her.
“Dad.”
“Uncle Su! You finally came! You’re my savior! Hurry up and take me away!”
The moment Jin Jiaxin saw Su Jingyang, he became even more excited than Su Muzhe himself. Just as he was about to rush over, a familiar cough sounded behind him—
It was his father, Jin Beichen.
Jin Jiaxin laughed awkwardly and shrank his neck.
“Dad.”
Jin Beichen snorted coldly.
“I thought you no longer acknowledged me as your father.”
“Haha, no way, no way.”
Su Jingyang looked at his bruised and swollen son.
“Do you have any other injuries?”
“No.”
After asking his son, he turned to Jiang Yao.
“What about you? Are you hurt?”
Jiang Yao shook her head casually.
“I’m fine.”
How could she possibly be injured? The ones with problems were those thugs, okay?
After confirming that the two of them were truly unharmed, Su Jingyang glanced at Jin Jiaxin, who was currently being scolded by his father. Once he confirmed he was fine as well, he turned toward the officer on duty.
“Hello, I’m the family member of Su Muzhe and Jiang Yao. My name is Su Jingyang.”
Su Jingyang politely extended his hand.
After a brief greeting, Su Jingyang followed the officer to complete the registration procedures.
“The fact that your child was robbed after school means those people had likely scoped things out multiple times and already knew about your family situation. You should pay more attention to your child’s safety in the future.”
“Yes, understood.” Su Jingyang nodded.
“And regarding the child’s mother—even though you seem to know some self-defense, we still hope you’ll prioritize your own safety. What if they had been desperate criminals? In situations like that, it’s better to call the police first.”
Jiang Yao smiled lightly.
Of course she knew her own limits. If she ever encountered someone she truly could not beat, then escaping would naturally be the best strategy.
But now that she had transmigrated here, if her own child was being bullied, was she supposed to run away?
Wouldn’t that ruin her reputation?
Jiang Yao forced a fake smile and nodded.
Heh. Depending on others was inferior to relying on herself. Beating people back on the spot was her style.
Especially when the victim was her own precious child.
After finishing all the procedures and preparing to leave, the senior criminal police officer looked at the couple before him and the injured Su Muzhe, then could not help but advise them:
“Husband and wife should be understanding toward each other and maintain harmony. Pay more attention to the child. After going through something like this, you need to pay close attention to his mental state. Most importantly, care more about his daily life.”
“Yes, we will.” Su Jingyang responded politely.
After settling everything, the group left the police station together.
“President Su, I’ll take my child home first.”
Jin Beichen greeted Su Jingyang before leaving with Jin Jiaxin.
The three of them got into Su Jingyang’s car and fell silent.
As though remembering something, Jiang Yao said to Su Muzhe, “Call Little Wang and tell him to drive the car back.”
“I already called him.”
Su Jingyang, seated in the front passenger seat, suddenly answered coldly.
Su Muzhe paused with the phone in his hand before quietly putting it away again.
“Sir, should we head to Mid-Mountain Villa?” the driver asked.
“Mid-Mountain Villa.”
The car remained deathly quiet.
Outside, only a few scattered pedestrians walked beneath the neon lights of the long streets. The farther they drove toward the villa district, the fewer people there were.
“You didn’t notice anyone following you before this?” Su Jingyang asked in a deep voice.
He did not believe Su Muzhe had failed to notice such obvious thugs.
Su Muzhe merely gave a quiet “Mm,” and said nothing more.
“Then why didn’t you tell anyone?”
“Who was I supposed to tell?”
Su Muzhe sneered and continued staring out the window without looking back.
The atmosphere inside the car instantly fell into suffocating silence.
Seeing that things had become awkward, Jiang Yao immediately decided to play dead.
“I’ll take you to school tomorrow.”
Su Jingyang suddenly announced it.
Su Muzhe, who had been staring outside, froze for a moment. Through the reflection in the window, he met Su Jingyang’s serious gaze.
And Su Jingyang clearly saw the disbelief hidden in the boy’s eyes.
In the end, he truly had failed this child.
But whenever he thought about his work, he could not help feeling powerless. Because of the special nature of his job, there were things even his own parents—who also worked under confidentiality—did not know, much less a teenager who could not hide anything at all.
By the time they returned home, Auntie Li had already prepared dinner.
The moment she saw the bruises around Su Muzhe’s mouth, she exclaimed in distress,
“Oh my precious child, what happened to you?”
“I’m fine, Auntie Li.”
“I’ll go get the medicine. Hurry and apply it.”
By the time the medicine had been applied, dinner finished, and everyone settled into bed, it was already ten o’clock.
The night had grown deep, and the villa was completely silent.
After handling the last document, Su Jingyang glanced at the time. It was already close to midnight.
He stood up, hesitated for a moment, then still walked toward the master bedroom.
Jiang Yao’s door was left slightly ajar, with a sliver of warm yellow light spilling through.
He gently pushed the door open and stood at the entrance.
The person on the bed was already asleep, breathing evenly.
Moonlight filtered through the curtains and landed softly on her side profile. In sleep, Jiang Yao had lost the sharpness she carried during the day, replaced by a softer gentleness.
Su Jingyang looked at her, a complicated emotion flashing through his eyes.
During these past two weeks, he had actually noticed her changes.
She no longer stayed out all night. She no longer wore heavy makeup. She had even started caring about their son.
Though she still acted lazy and carefree, it felt as though her entire soul had changed.
He quietly walked closer and pulled the slipped blanket upward, covering her shoulders.
Then he sat silently by the bed, his gaze so tender it practically melted into threads.
Jiang Yao seemed to sense something. Her brows furrowed slightly as she turned over and continued pretending to sleep.
Su Jingyang stood there staring at her for several seconds before finally turning and leaving, gently closing the door behind him.
The instant the door shut, Jiang Yao slowly opened her eyes.
She had actually awakened the moment he pushed the door open.
Although this body was weak, her spiritual awareness still remained.
Why had he come?
And that look in his eyes…
Had they known each other before?
Could Su Jingyang also be a transmigrator?
No, no. Probably not.
Forget it. No point thinking about it anymore.
After confirming he had gone far away, Jiang Yao closed her eyes once more.
This time, she truly fell asleep.