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The blue light from the phone screen was particularly piercing in the darkness. Lin Xiaofan's finger hovered above the "Confirm Display" button, and Su Yuqing's breath was close enough to carry a faint scent of coffee, laced with a barely perceptible tremor.
"This is the last chance," Lin Xiaofan said hoarsely. "Once you see this, there's no turning back."
Su Yuqing's eyes shone brightly in the dim light, glimmering with a vigilant intensity like those of a nocturnal creature. "I’ve long since lost the ability to turn back." She pointed to the pile of documents on the desk concerning the Xishan Mine Disaster. "It started when I discovered your father's connection to Zhao Tianming and Old Zhou."
Lin Xiaofan took a deep breath and clicked confirm. The system interface instantly projected onto the entire white wall, filled with dense transaction records, cashback rules, penalty warnings... The most glaring feature was the blood-red countdown at the top: 43:27:15...
"This... it's impossible..." Su Yuqing staggered back until her knees hit the coffee table, forcing her to stop. Her gaze swept over those damning records—how Lin Xiaofan registered a shell Cancer Foundation for self-donation and collection, how he calculated the return rate for each donation, and even the 20% commission clause he added to the bakery contract behind her back.
"Now do you understand?" Lin Xiaofan forced a bitter smile. "I'm not a philanthropist; I'm just a speculator chosen by the system."
Suddenly, Su Yuqing lunged for the computer, her fingers flying across the keyboard. "I have to delete that Report Letter..."
"Wait!" Lin Xiaofan rushed over to grab the mouse. "Don’t delete it yet! The system warns that revealing the truth will have 'irreversible consequences'..."
The two struggled in front of the narrow bookshelf, their elbows knocking over a stack of documents. Papers scattered like snowflakes, and a photograph floated down to Lin Xiaofan's feet—a young Su Yuqing stood in front of the muddy Mountainous Primary School, cradling a frail girl in her arms. The back of the photo read: "Don’t become the kind of person you despise."
In that tense moment, the system suddenly emitted a piercing alarm that echoed throughout the room:
【Warning!】
【Host is about to lose their last trust relationship】
【System unbinding risk: 99%】
【Note: The truth must be borne by both parties】
Su Yuqing looked in shock at the phone that had spoken and then turned to Lin Xiaofan. "It... can talk?"
"Even worse," Lin Xiaofan said as he sat down on the floor, unlocking hidden folders deep within his phone. "Look, all the truth."
The earliest test records appeared on the screen—how he discovered that for every dollar donated, he could receive one hundred back but only for charity; how he attempted to exploit loopholes and faced punishment from the system; even his drunken confessions to his phone camera: "I don’t care about mountain children; I just want to turn my life around..."
The room fell into silence, broken only by the ticking of the system countdown. Su Yuqing slowly slid down to sit on the floor, her fingers unconsciously tracing over that photo from the mountains.
"I’ve suspected it for a long time..." she finally broke the silence. "You could tell from your expression when you made your first donation." She looked up, her eyes lacking the expected anger but filled with deep confusion. "But why you? Why would the system choose someone... so utilitarian?"
Just as Lin Xiaofan was about to respond, Old Zhou's call came through. The old man's hoarse voice was accompanied by hurried breaths. "Turn on the TV! Quickly!"
Su Yuqing grabbed the remote and pressed power. The local news channel was broadcasting live coverage of Zhao Tianming attending a "Charity Model Award Ceremony." On camera, Zhao Tianming looked dapper as he accepted an award for "Philanthropist of the Year." But what froze Lin Xiaofan's blood was a massive oil painting hanging on the backdrop—
Miner's Son, Old Zhou's long-missing work; in it, the miner’s face was unmistakably that of a young Lin Jianguo!
"That painting..." Su Yuqing gasped in shock. "Is it your father?"
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