Not speaking up? You’ve clearly already made your choice, yet you’re afraid of tarnishing your father’s image?
If only you knew this day would come, why did you do it in the first place?
Tang Mei didn’t say anything else, she directly walked toward the storage cabinet, casually pulling open the last drawer.
Inside was a small vial of poison she had prepared beforehand.
Suddenly, Wang Junchen had another intense coughing fit, this time coughing up black blood directly, lacking even the strength to speak and suffering an excruciating headache.
Once bitten by a snake, one fears the well rope for ten years.
He didn’t want to fall for Tang Xiaowan’s trick again; he wore a high-defense night outfit specially for tonight and even brought a pair of specially made gloves.
Unfortunately, he miscalculated again; he forgot that some poisons could be transmitted through the respiratory tract.
Tang Mei was only more ruthless than Tang Xiaowan!
"Wait a moment!" Wang Junchen frowned, struggled to sit up.
"Is Lin Xiaoxiao actually with Lei Ziyi..."
He was not reassured and wanted to confirm it again, as it concerned his daughter’s safety; he couldn’t take risks, the same mistake couldn’t be made a second time.
Tang Mei snorted coldly, took out a big red ceramic bottle, and leaned close to Wang Junchen.
"I already warned you not to be too clever for your own good. Lin Xiaoxiao is 25 years old, how could she possibly be your daughter. You think if it were her, she would be safe, that Lei Ziyi would help her out of danger?"
Wang Junchen panicked, breaking out in a cold sweat.
He hurriedly grabbed Tang Mei’s robe, looking at her with a pleading expression.
"Boss, I... I know I was wrong!"
He regretted taking on the role himself; perhaps if he had originally disclosed the plan, given Tang Mei’s temperament, she might have helped him eliminate the Leng Family.
Her actions were peculiar, yet she also clearly rewarded and punished.
As the founder of Shen Shiyi, Tang Mei was indeed more suitable than Wang Junchen to manage the organization.
"Boss, you always mean what you say, please spare my daughter and Ah Hua. About the organization, Ah Hua... she doesn’t know anything, please."
"The antidote is right in front of you, you don’t want it?"
"I don’t want it, I want to see... what the baby looks like, whether like me, or like Ah Hua."
"Are you setting conditions for me?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Junchen immediately let go, weakly replied, "I wouldn’t dare, your subordinate doesn’t dare, please don’t tell my daughter, I betrayed..."
Before he could finish, Wang Junchen was seized by another violent coughing fit, then closed his eyes in regret.
Watching the blood stains remaining at the corners of his mouth, Tang Mei’s eyes shimmered as she put the red ceramic bottle back in the drawer.
Moments later, she opened the study door.
The corridor was eerily silent.
Then, two members of Shen Shiyi, hidden in the opposite corner, emerged from the room.
They were dressed in the same night clothes, each wearing a black metal bracelet, their gazes cold and unexpressive.
"Clean this up, send him back to Wang Mansion, be mindful not to frighten Mrs. Wang."
The two nodded simultaneously, "Yes, boss."
Soon, Wang Junchen was carried out, his eyes tightly shut, his face devoid of any color.
The large study returned to its silence.
Tang Mei sat beside the desk, gently picking up the baby clothes, her eyes filled with affection.
"The needlework is really well done!"
"I hope this time, the child can be born healthy, and no longer suffer from illness."
Actually, regarding Ye Wanhua’s pregnancy, Tang Mei knew about it before Ye Wanhua and Wang Junchen had even returned to Huang City.
The members of Shen Shiyi were indeed spread everywhere.
Wang Junchen, in his year of controlling Shen Shiyi, kept expanding with new members, thinking he controlled everything, that all the old members were submissive to him.
Little did he know that this was merely Tang Mei letting him think he was in charge; she could take back control whenever she wanted.
The next morning, inside the black SUV.
Tang Xiaowan looked on with anticipation, occasionally glancing out the car window.
Despite her hand being held by Leng Lingxiao, she was restless, unable to sit still, and constantly thought about arriving at Chunlei Street as soon as possible.
"It’s so slow! What time will we get there? Hurry up, drive faster!"
Cheng Shi frowned, "Yes, miss."
It’s hard to predict life, better to take it slow.
"Wow, I’m so excited! I wonder what little surprises there will be... Granny surely won’t expect that I hid the recording pen there."
Leng Lingxiao grinned mischievously, "If there’s nothing on the recorder, will you cry?"
"Psh, no way, he will definitely go."
"Why? You’re so confident!" Official source ıs n0velfire.net
"My intuition tells me he doesn’t like Granny, he hates her. How could he agree to... Granny and his dad getting a certificate? Plus, he’s the boss of Shen Shiyi. Even though he accidentally hurt me, anyway... he will definitely go. He’ll certainly say something, maybe a threat or something."
"Tangtang, do you still think... that incident at Mei Garden... was an accident, not an assassination?"
"Of course not. I went to the study because I heard footsteps and then secretly followed that person to the third floor. My mind was blank, I didn’t know who I was. But I bet... they were definitely looking for something, otherwise they wouldn’t have rummaged through everything, not even sparing the vases."
Leng Lingxiao nodded thoughtfully.
"Makes sense, getting smarter!"
With that, Tang Xiaowan smiled sweetly, quickly glanced at Leng Lingxiao, and instantly felt a warm surge into her heart, feeling delighted.
This feeling of being affirmed was wonderful!
After all, it wasn’t just anyone; it was her male god whom she had admired since she was little, her all-capable Huahua, her smart and dear husband.
The atmosphere was warm, the music soothing, little wife’s fair hand still firmly held by Leng Lingxiao.
His thoughts were numerous, his mind full of troubles.
Of course, their recent conversation was heard without exception by Cheng Shi and Wang Meijuan in the front seats, their expressions complex as they exchanged glances.
Cheng Shi: Could the old lady be in danger? I hope that big bad Wang Junchen didn’t go.
Wang Meijuan: Did the miss buy another recorder?
The SUV continued onward, hitting peak traffic, making it hard to speed up.
Half an hour later, Chunlei Street 66.
As Tang Xiaowan and her party entered the front hall, they saw Granny Yu organizing a dozen large and small gift boxes, all exquisitely wrapped.
"Wow, how come these aren’t done yet?"
"No, miss, Mr. Leng had those delivered... they were sorted out yesterday afternoon, these are just dropped off by Mr. Wang... they’re for the old lady."
"Oh, I get it, betrothal gifts, right?"
Granny Yu chuckled, hastily waving her hands, "No, no. They said the old lady likes wearing cheongsams, so they sent these over."
"Not bad, quite beautiful!" Tang Xiaowan casually opened two and her eyes lit up.
"Yep, the old lady thought so too."
Leng Lingxiao thought his little wife was distracted by the clothes, wanting to take the chance to go upstairs and check the content of the recorder; if it involved personal matters, he’d delete it.
All the way, he felt guilty, regretting that he had not disclosed the matter of the recorder to Tang Mei in advance.
Unexpectedly, he hadn’t walked far when a sweet voice came from behind. Tang Xiaowan ran up laughingly.
"Huahua, wait for me, let’s go together."
Leng Lingxiao paused, then helplessly stretched out his right hand, smiling, "Alright, let’s go."
Together, they went upstairs.
Meanwhile, Wang Meijuan and Cheng Shi in the hall also had their own concerns. They continued arranging the gift boxes while considering whether or not to follow them.