Chapter 63:I’ll Ensure You and Your Son Never Meet Again! 

Mrs. Ye’s face contorted on the phone screen. 

“Jiang Wan Yue! What are you doing?!” She wanted to reach through the phone and grab Wan Yue.Her nostrils flared, her eyes bulging.“What evidence could you possibly have? I won’t fall for 

this!” 

Wan Yue replied, “Mrs. Ye, you’ll see the results within seven business days. This evidence only prevents you from receiving your award.If you bother me again, those accolades will disappear Dene by one.” 

Wan Yue’s warning was seen as a challenge.“Go ahead and report me!I’ll see how much you can accomplish!You can’t bring me down!” 

Mrs. Ye scoffed, believing Wan Yue was an unsophisticated country bumpkin, unaware of her influence. She smiled cruelly. “I was being lenient for Zhou Zhou’s sake. But 

me?Consider Timmy’s mother 

dead!I’ll 

ensure 

you 

never 

you dare report see him again!” 

Her words were a chilling verdict. This was Wan Yue’s deepest fear. When Timmy was two, the Blackwoods planned to separate him from his mother for elite education.It had nearly destroyed her.She’d even begged Mrs. Ye on her knees.Mrs. Ye knew exactly where to strike. Taking Zhou Zhou away was, in Mrs. Ye’s eyes, insignificant.It was a performance for Damon Zhou Zhou and Timmy were in the same school; Wan Yue could see Timmy anytime. “You will completely lose your son!” 

She waited for Wan Yue to break down and plead, but Wan Yue simply smiled. “Mrs. Fu, I hope you’ll keep your 

word.” 

Mrs. Ye was speechless. Wan Yue hung up.If Timmy truly believed his mother was dead, perhaps it was for the best. He wouldn’t be used against her.Every blow from her son felt like a rusty knife tearing into old wounds. 

As As she put down the phone, a notification popped up: her Weibo password had been changed. She checked her account; login failed. 

At the Jiang family residence, Sean lounged on the sofa, idly twirling her hair as she answered a 

call. 

“Sean, I’ve hacked into Jiang Wan Yue’s Weibo!There are videos, pictures, and text messages. about her children and husband, all set to private.” 

Sean asked, “Her private posts are complaints about her kids and husband, right?” “Yes. Her latest post says:Damon, you said you repaid the debt to my father, but can you return the love I gave you?She sounds like a resentful wife!” 

Sean smirked.“Make all her private posts public!Let everyone see who she really is!” 

“Got it! I’ll do it now.” 

Sean then contacted several marketing agencies, instructing them to have their millions of followers repost Wan Yue’s private posts. 

“This is proof Jiang Wan Yue abuses her son!“A large influencer shared a picture of Timmy with 

a rash. 

nsure You and Your 

Millions of netizens flooded Wan Yue’s Weibo.Some began to insult her.Others countered: 

“Are you blind? That’s clearly an allergic reaction!” 

Another user found a picture of Timmy with a scraped knee. 

“Proof she hit her son! She took a picture and posted it! What a sick woman!” 

A clear–headed user replied, “Considering the previous post, he probably fell while riding a bike.” Wan Yue’s Weibo detailed her pregnancy, childbirth, and motherhood.Netizens searched for feeding Timmy pig slop.But every dish she posted looked delicious. ‘don’t believe she could make pig slop!” 

evidence of ho 

“If her cooking is pig slop, what’s mine?Garbage?” 

Someone found a picture of congee. 

“New congee recipe. My daughter ate it all. My son said it’s pig slop and refused to eat it.I need to make it look and taste better!” 

Hundreds of comments poured in: 

“I want to slap that reporter, slap Timmy, and unleash a Dragon Fist on Damon!!” “Spare the rod, spoil the child. That ex–husband deserves a beating!” 

“People who’ve made this congee know it takes seven types of seafood and forty minutes of gentle stirring to prevent sticking!She made this congee with such effort, and her son called it pig slop?” “Anyone who calls my congee pig slop gets it dumped on their head!” 

“I went through thousands of her posts, and all I saw was a mother’s love and dedication!” “A mother who spends day and night with her children wouldn’t abuse them!” “Her son is lying! That recording proves nothing! Who knows if the reporter made him read a script!” 

Damon left work and got into his car.Secretary Yan met his gaze. 

Damon’s tone was cold.“Speak.” 

“Jiang Wan Yue’s Weibo has been exposed, and public opinion has shifted. “He warned, “Mr. Fu, stay off the internet. It’s full of negative comments about you!” 

Damon remained calm.“Find out how that reporter interviewed Timmy.“Timmy wouldn’t casually agree to an interview.Someone must have manipulated him. 

“We found out,” Yan said.“The White Gold 818 reporter was hired by Ms. Sean Jiang”