Daily Intelligence: Forced to Save the Beautiful President at the Beginning

Zhang Fan frowned—Lin Haoyu was actually partnering with the Song family? That was an unexpected development. If Song Zhiwei knew Lin Haoyu’s true character, he might be able to get more information from her.

Just as he was about to message Song Zhiwei, a buzzing sound from the system suddenly echoed in his mind, and a line of light blue text appeared: [Notification: Su Qing’s return flight has been confirmed; she will arrive in Jiangcheng next Wednesday. Lin Haoyu has already contacted a lawyer and plans to officially file a lawsuit for custody of Lele after Su Qing returns.]

It seemed time was running out. Zhang Fan put away his phone and stood up to walk toward the apartment building—he had to get detailed information on Lin Haoyu as soon as possible, preferably evidence that he was unfit to raise Lele, so he could help Xia Qinyi and her daughter in the upcoming dispute.

When he reached the bottom of the unit building, he happened to run into Xia Qinyi’s neighbor, Auntie Wang, who greeted him warmly. ”Young man, that little girl you were talking to earlier, she’s Teacher Xia’s daughter from the 18th floor, right? Teacher Xia is a very good person, but it’s just so difficult for her raising a child alone. A while back, people kept coming to knock on her door—I don’t know if they were debt collectors—but it scared her so much she didn’t dare go out for several days.”

Zhang Fan’s heart tightened, and he quickly asked, ”Auntie Wang, do you know who came to knock on the door? Were they men or women?”

”It seemed to be two men, wearing black clothes, and they looked quite fierce,” Auntie Wang recalled. ”One time I ran into them when I came back from grocery shopping, and they even asked me if Teacher Xia was home. I didn’t dare tell them, so I just said I didn’t know her. If you’re close with Teacher Xia, please help her out a bit; it’s too hard for a woman working on her own out here.”

”Thank you, I will.” Zhang Fan nodded, his worry deepening—it seemed Lin Haoyu had already started using underhanded methods to pressure Xia Qinyi, though he didn’t know if these people were sent by Lin Haoyu or if there was some other dispute involving Xia Qinyi.

Back at his apartment, Zhang Fan immediately called Gu Jingshen, his tone serious. ”Find out as soon as possible who the people were that went to knock on Xia Qinyi’s door last week. Also, check if Lin Haoyu has any connections with debt collection agencies or unsavory individuals. The more detailed, the better.”

”What’s wrong? Did something happen?” Gu Jingshen heard the off tone in his voice and quickly asked.

”Lin Haoyu might have already started pressuring Xia Qinyi,” Zhang Fan said in a low voice. ”I’m worried he might resort to extreme measures, and we must be prepared in advance.”

Gu Jingshen on the other end of the line was silent for a few seconds before saying, ”Alright, I’ll have my assistant assign more people to investigate, and I’ll give you an answer by tonight. Take care of your own safety too; that guy Lin Haoyu is ruthless, don’t confront him head-on.”

After hanging up, Zhang Fan walked to the window and watched the lights gradually turn on in the 18th-floor window—Xia Qinyi and Lele were home.

He clenched his fists, secretly making a resolution: no matter what, he could not let Lin Haoyu harm this mother and daughter, and he certainly could not let him take custody of Lele. He had to help Xia Qinyi win this war over the ”white moonlight substitute.”