Chapter 60: Her Uncle 

Surrounded by a phalanx of bodyguards, Wan Yue finally escaped the building.But the reporters, like persistent mosquitoes, dogged her every step. 

“Who are you?” 

“Who sent you?” 

They buzzed around the impassive bodyguards, thrusting microphones into their faces.Students paused to watch. 

bodyguard at the rear showed his credentials the emblem of Shangnan Hai was clearly visible. The reporters froze. 

The bodyguard warned, “You should know what you can and can’t report. The consequences of publishing false information are severe.” 

The throng fell silent.Some cameramen quickly capped their lenses.Shangnan Hai’s security commanded respect. 

A black Hongqi limousine pulled up.Even university officials couldn’t drive freely on campus, but this imposing vehicle easily navigated the grounds. The back door opened, revealing a tall, slender young man. The dim interior concealed his features, but his strong bone structure hinted at his distinguished lineage. 

The reporters craned their necks. 

“Is that Damon Blackwood?He looks like him!” 

“But he’s divorced from Jiang Wan Yue.” 

“Could 

Damon Blackwood really deploy Shangnan. Hai security?No 

The bodyguards kept the reporters at bay. 

way!” 

Wan Yue approached the car, recognizing the man inside. 

“Uncle,” she said respectfully, immediately regretting the familiarity. The atmosphere in the car was tense.She was divorced from Damon; she shouldn’t use that term anymore. 

“Get in,” a deep, resonant voice commanded. 

She felt compelled to obey, sliding into the car.She instinctively distanced herself from the man. 

As she sat opposite him, a warmth enveloped her waist.She looked down to see a small boy snuggling into her, his arms around her. 

A smile softened her face.She stroked his soft hair. 

“Little Star” 

“Mmm,” a soft sound escaped the boy’s throat. 

He looked up, his dark eyes shining in the dim light. This was Fu Xingci, Damon’s five–year–old adopted son with autism.He didn’t speak and had never attended school, yet he was close to Wan Yue.Of all Damon’s children, only Timmy seemed less fond of her. 

“Sit properly!” Fu Lingyue, the boy’s adoptive father, said sternly.Xingci ignored him, content in Wan Yue’s embrace. 

A subtle sandalwood scent filled the car, shielding. Wan Yue from the chaos outside. 

15.13 

“What are you playing, Little Star?” she asked gently.He offered her a Chinese interlocking rings puzzle. 

The White Gold 818 reporter squeezed his head between two bodyguards, recognizing the man.He resembled Damon, and the Shangnan Hai security pointed to one person: Damon’s uncle, Fu Lingyue! 

He extended his microphone into the closing car door. 

“Professor Fu, are you aware of Jiang Wan Yue’s alleged child abuse?” Fu Lingyue likely didn’t know about Timmy’s accusations yet. If he found out, Wan Yue would be thrown out of the “Professor Fu, listen to this recording of Timmy; hear what Jiang Wan Yue did to her son!” Gold 818’s audacity. The other reporters stood back, impressed by White The door opened again, the reporter exhilarated. Wan Yue would be ejected! He signaled to the 

cameraman. 

The interior lights illuminated Fu Lingyue’s sharp features. The reporters held their breath.It was indeed Professor Fu Lingyue!A heavyweight figure in the Chinese Academy of Sciences, a key advisor often seen in Shangnan Hai. He was the bedrock of the Fu family’s power. He resembled and respect. His Damon, though two years older.He exuded an aura of authority, inspiring awe dark eyes held a penetrating gaze. To the reporters, he seemed almost ethereal. This influential figure was rarely seen in public. This encounter was a stroke of luck. 

The bodyguards formed a line. Fu Lingyue, though seated in the car, seemed elevated, commanding respect. 

“Wan Yue raised Timmy for five years, and as her uncle, I’ve never seen her abuse him.“Fu stunned into silence. Lingyue 

defending was 

her. 

The 

“But Professor Fu, listen to your nephew…” 

reporters 

The White Gold 818 reporter played the recording. 

were 

“A seasoned reporter digging for dirt from a five–year–old?Is that not laughable?” 

Fu Lingyue’s voice, like a gust of wind sweeping through a valley, sent chills down the reporter’s 

spine.