She abandoned her husband first, then her children, and was ecstatic after the divorce.

Chapter 219 You're not a child anymore, it's time to be sensible.

Finally, Fu Xingze appeared.

He had lost weight; his clothes, which used to fit him well, now looked loose. His hair was a little messy, and his eyes swept around indifferently, as if he didn't care about anything at all.

"Xingze!" Lin Qingran couldn't help but call out, her voice trembling with anticipation.

Upon hearing the sound, Fu Xingze paused for a moment, looked up at Lin Qingran, and a barely perceptible flicker of emotion flashed in his eyes, but it vanished in an instant, and he returned to his indifferent demeanor.

"What are you doing here?" he asked coldly, his voice devoid of any warmth.

Lin Qingran felt a sudden pang of pain in her heart. She quickly walked up to Fu Xingze, wanting to reach out and pull him, but Fu Xingze dodged her.

"Xingze, come home with Mommy, okay?"

Lin Qingran's voice was pleading, her eyes were red, and tears were welling up in her eyes.

Fu Xingze sneered, "Home? I haven't had a home for a long time."

His heart was in turmoil. Looking at his mother, who was both familiar and unfamiliar, he longed to rush into her arms, to act like a child and to pour out all the grievances and pain he had suffered during this time.

But he couldn't. He was afraid that his situation would implicate his mother, and that the dangers lurking in the shadows would once again reach out to her.

Lin Qingran could no longer hold back her tears, which fell in a stream.

"Xingze, it's my fault. I haven't taken good care of you. You've suffered these past two years."

She recalled her past neglect of Fu Xingze and felt full of regret, regretting why she hadn't spent more time by his side and why she hadn't discovered his problems in time, which led him astray.

Fu Xingze turned his head slightly away, avoiding Lin Qingran's gaze, which was full of guilt and heartache.

"What's the use of saying all this now? It's all too late."

He bit his lower lip tightly, trying not to let his emotions show, his nails digging deep into his palms, attempting to use pain to cover up his inner struggle.

The atmosphere was as heavy as if a storm was about to break.

Lin Qingran's tears were still wet, and her eyes were full of heartache and anxiety. She stared intently at Fu Xingze, trying to find a familiar shadow beneath his cold exterior.

Fu Xingze turned his head away, clenched his teeth, clenched his fists, and his body trembled slightly.

His eyes may have looked empty, but deep inside he was a storm raging.

Bo Ye stood aside, watching Fu Xingze's appearance, and his anger suddenly flared up.

His face was terribly gloomy, and the veins on his forehead throbbed slightly. He took a few steps to Fu Xingze and roared loudly.

"How can you talk like that, child?"

As he spoke, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Fu Xingze by the collar, lifting him halfway off the ground, glaring at him with wide, angry eyes.

Fu Xingze was startled by this sudden action, but his stubborn nature prevented him from showing weakness.

He stiffened his neck, met Bo Ye's gaze, and despite some fear in his heart, he still spoke defiantly.

"What right do you have to tell me what to do? What I do is none of your business."

Upon hearing this, Bo Ye was so angry that he raised his hand and slapped Fu Xingze hard across the face.

A sharp "smack" rang out, particularly jarring in the quiet police station. A bright red handprint instantly appeared on Fu Xingze's cheek. His head was turned to one side, and a hint of grievance and resentment flashed in his eyes, but he forced back his tears.

"Xingze!" Lin Qingran called out urgently.

Bo Ye turned to look at Lin Qingran helplessly, shook his head slightly at her, signaling her not to speak for the time being, and then his gaze fell on Fu Xingze.

"Look at yourself, what have you done?"

Susukino's voice became hoarse with anger, and his chest heaved violently.

“It’s your own fault, you have no choice but to blame yourself. Your family could have ignored you, but they have been trying their best to help you. How can you not be grateful? Your mother has been running around like crazy these past few days because of you, and she hasn’t been able to sleep well. How can you be so heartless as to hurt her?”

Fu Xingze's lips trembled slightly. He secretly glanced at Lin Qingran and saw that his mother looked haggard, with red and swollen eyes and dark circles as thick as ink.

In that instant, his heart clenched, and his defenses began to crumble slightly.

But he still stubbornly insisted, "She doesn't love me at all; all she's doing is for show."

Actually, even as he said those words, his heart was aching. But he could only grit his teeth and suppress the pain.

Bo Ye looked at Fu Xingze, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes.

This kid won't take the bait if you try to force him. No wonder Lin Qingran had such a headache when she was taking care of him.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and then spoke slowly.

“Xingze, we’re all trying to help you so that your future won’t be ruined. You don’t have to be grateful to us now, but you can’t refuse to cooperate. For the sake of your mother’s kindness all these years, as long as you cooperate, you can do whatever you want in the future, and no one will care. You’re not a naive child anymore; it’s time to be sensible and stop being so willful.”

Fu Xingze lowered his head and remained silent.

Lin Qingran stood to the side, tears streaming down her face.

Looking at the group of people in front of her, she was filled with self-blame and regret. She wanted to rush over and hug Fu Xingze, to tell him that everything would be alright, but she was also afraid that Fu Xingze would reject her again.

For a moment, the air seemed to freeze, with only Lin Qingran's silent tears telling the story of this family's pain and struggle.

After a long while, Lin Qingran finally composed herself, squatted down, looked up at Fu Xingze, and tightly gripped the hem of his clothes with both hands.

"Xingze, Mom knows she was wrong. Please give Mom a chance, okay? We'll face it together. No matter what happens, Mom will never leave you again."

Looking at Lin Qingran's tear-streaked face, Fu Xingze's defenses gradually crumbled. His throat felt like it was choked by something, and he couldn't speak for a moment.

He couldn't help but recall the moments he shared with his mother when he was a child. Those beautiful memories flooded his mind like a tide, making it impossible for him to pretend to be indifferent anymore.

“Mom…” His voice was choked with emotion, and as soon as he opened his mouth, tears welled up in his eyes.

Upon seeing this, Lin Qingran quickly stood up and hugged Fu Xingze tightly in her arms, as if she wanted to shield him from all the storms with her embrace.

"Xingze, don't be afraid, Mom is here, come with Mom."

Fu Xingze leaned against Lin Qingran's chest and burst into tears, releasing all the grievances, fears, and pain he had suffered over the past few days.

The mother and son finally couldn't hold back their tears and embraced each other.