When Gu Zi heard all this, something didn’t sit right.
If the Gu family was truly strapped for cash, then where on earth had Lin Miao gotten that one thousand yuan when Lin Cheng had his accident? Had her grand investment dreams in the capital already gone belly-up?
And this sudden food poisoning scandal—it felt all too orchestrated, as if every step had been meticulously planned by the Gu family. If that were the case, then Lin Miao was almost certainly involved.
She narrowed her eyes and asked coolly, "Did Lin Miao ever show up during the whole poisoning incident?"
An Yun shook her head. "No. That day, it was Zhang Mei and Gu Shan who came to the restaurant. Lin Miao never made an appearance. It’s been Zhang Mei handling everything. She even accused our family of deliberately targeting them, saying we tricked Lin Miao into giving us money. But in truth, Lin Miao brought that one thousand yuan entirely on her own—and we never even accepted it. After the food poisoning happened, Lin Miao hasn’t spoken a word about it."
The more she spoke, the more perplexed An Yun became. Ever since Lin Miao had returned to the Gu household, every single time the Gu couple tried to approach the Lin family, they always had Gu Zi in tow. And if anything ever happened, Lin Miao would always step in, stirring the pot in her usual fashion.
But this time? Total silence. Not even a trace of her opinion. That wasn’t like her.
An Yun didn’t buy for a second that Lin Miao had suddenly grown a conscience. No—something about this was deeply, deeply off.
Gu Zi took a moment to collect her thoughts. She couldn’t confirm everything yet, but one thing was crystal clear: Lin Miao had a hand in Gu Shan’s poisoning.
"We can’t let this go, Mom," she said firmly. "There are still too many unknowns, but one thing’s for sure—we need the truth. Sister Hua’s Gourmet Shop can’t survive on scandal. If we don’t clear our name, our brand is finished."
This was a dangerous game the Gu family was playing—a desperate gamble. If they pulled it off, they’d walk away with five thousand yuan and a temporary solution to their financial mess.
But if they failed? It would be a spectacular fall from grace. Not only would they be publicly humiliated, they’d be staring down legal consequences.
And knowing Gu Shan’s character, there was no way he’d agree to take such a risk on his own.
Which left only one explanation: Lin Miao must be holding something over him—something so damning that he had no choice but to cooperate.
What exactly was going on in Lin Miao’s head? She must have assumed Gu Zi wouldn’t return from the capital. Maybe she’d convinced herself that she was safe, that everything was under control.
Well. Surprise.
Gu Zi’s eyes turned cold. "Mom, I need to go to the police station. Su Shen should have cleared things by now. I’m going to see Li Hua."
An Yun didn’t question her resolve. She only gave Gu Zi a mother’s worried smile and said, "Be careful, Gu Zi. You’re not alone anymore—you’ve got a baby in your belly. Don’t worry about me, your dad went off to pack my things. Once he’s back, we’ll check out. I’m feeling better now."
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