PAID

When Qin Jing’s call failed to connect, he looked visibly dejected. It wasn’t the first time—calls rarely went through, and it always felt like there were only certain times the other person could respond.

Qin Xian suddenly said, “Give me the number. I’ll have our tech team trace it.”

In an instant, Wen Bo’s hand holding his wine glass shook, spilling some of the liquid. Qin Xiaoyu, startled by the splash, looked up in confusion, but even more shocking was Qin Xian’s suggestion.

Qin Jing froze. “Huh?”

Qin Xian remained calm and serious. “I suspect you might be getting scammed. I want to help you find out who this person really is.”

Qin Jing’s expression darkened. No one would feel good about their online relationship being questioned like this.

But someone else’s reaction was even worse. Wen Bo, knowing full well the Qin family’s capabilities, was panicking. If they decided to investigate, they could expose everything in minutes. He had relied on Qin Jing’s trusting nature to keep up his facade, but now he was in real danger.

“Uh, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Qin Jing said hesitantly.