These past few days have seen too many infuriating events!
Tang Mei has reclaimed the leadership of Shen Shiyi, and now the entire organization takes orders from her alone. The traitors have been thoroughly purged, even Du Jiahao has been persuaded by her.
As a result, Wang Junchen is seething with hatred.
Yet, he dared not act rashly, fearing that he might provoke the temperamental Tang Mei again inadvertently, which would not only harm his daughter but might also bring misfortune upon his pregnant wife.
From yesterday till now, he had been waiting for Tang Mei’s response. As a condition for his daughter’s freedom, he had volunteered to take the Guixin Pills.
It was said to be a very peculiar drug, extremely potent, with no known antidote.
Wang Junchen had only heard Uncle Quan mention it once when he first joined the organization. About half an hour after taking the pill, one’s physical strength would surge wildly, but if one harbored any betrayal, they would rot and die.
There were gains and there were constraints, a mutual check and balance.
It was certain that all the veteran members of the organization had taken the drug, including Uncle Quan and Mrs. Nanbei—at least that’s what he deduced.
"Ah Hua, do you feel unwell somewhere?"
Wang Junchen’s recent unusual behavior had made Ye Wanhua anxious, her suspicions growing even stronger.
"Tell me, did you... kidnap Xiao Wan... just like you did to Yuan Min before?" Ye Wanhua asked in a lowered voice, tears in her eyes.
"If I say I didn’t, then I didn’t. Why don’t you believe me?"
"Yesterday, the two hundred million you mentioned to Qin Feng, they’re from the Yuan Min kidnapping, right? You have no business dealings with Li Zishen at all, it was you who did it to Yuan Min, wasn’t it?"
"Yes, I did it. I wish I could have flayed her thousands of times over. For a venomous woman like her, two hundred million was letting her off lightly. If she falls into my hands again, I’ll make sure she lives a fate worse than death!"
Upon hearing this, Ye Wanhua’s tears spilled over her cheeks.
She had not seen the humiliating videos of Yuan Min being abused by several masked men on the dark web, but she had certainly heard the many rumors.
It was the talk of high society!
She had never suspected her husband, Wang Junchen, but yesterday she found out that a company in Y country had received a payment of two hundred million.
Connecting the dots, what more was there to puzzle out? It was only her heart that refused to accept it.
Her considerate husband turned out to be ruthlessly cruel. To a woman, humiliation is hundreds of times more painful than death.
Psychological torment is the most terrifying.
Ye Wanhua had spent a decade letting go of her past atrocities, and she felt this very deeply.
"What happened with Yuan Min has nothing to do with me!"
"Nothing to do with you? How can you say it’s unrelated? She destroyed something that should have been yours." Read complete versıon only at novel✦fire.net
No sooner had these words left her mouth than a loud thud was heard. Wang Junchen smashed his phone violently on the floor, his eyes bloodshot with a murderous look.
"Ah Hua, I’m sorry, I..."
Before he could finish, Wang Junchen, filled with guilt, pulled Ye Wanhua into his embrace.
"I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!"
Ye Wanhua stared at Wang Junchen in shock, unable to react for a moment.
Yuan Min is a venomous woman; she destroyed what belonged to you—these words pierced deeply into Ye Wanhua’s heart like daggers.
"Venomous woman, venomous woman..."
Ye Wanhua murmured to herself, her face turning deathly pale.
"Ah Hua, I’m sorry. I spoke out of turn, I shouldn’t have lost my temper. If you want to go, go. How about this? Let’s wait until eight... I’ll go with you, to Nanfeng Mansion?"
"If we go too early, your father and the others might still be asleep, right?" Wang Junchen asked again gently, patting Ye Wanhua’s back.
He truly adored her and could not bear to see her trapped in the past, nor did he want her to be implicated.
The revenge was always secretly underway.
"Xiao Wan is really okay?"
"She’s fine, trust me, really fine."
"You called Yuan Min a venomous woman and said my situation is related to hers, what do you mean?" Ye Wanhua struggled to keep her emotions in check, asking softly.
She was not foolish; she had already guessed a part of the truth.
Wang Junchen frowned and quickly patted Ye Wanhua on the back, comforting her gently, "It’s all over now, don’t be afraid. She won’t hurt you anymore."
Is there anything you don’t understand now?
What had happened to me 25 years ago wasn’t an accident; it was meticulously designed by someone, and that someone was a close friend with whom I used to share everything.
"Ah Jun, I love you!"
Wang Junchen’s heart tightened, "It was wrong of me to lose my temper. I shouldn’t have made you..."
"Ah Jun, I’m fine. I just suddenly felt... I owe you so much, and I fear I can never repay you in this lifetime. You’ve been too good to me. Thank you!"
"It’s okay, we have the rest of our lives ahead of us."
"Yes, we do have the rest of our lives."
Wang Junchen slowly released Ye Wanhua, looking at her tenderly, "What would you like for breakfast? Codfish porridge? Oh, maybe we could add some..."
Ye Wanhua shook her head, "I’m not hungry."
"Then how about some fruit to whet your appetite? You can’t go without eating anything, can you?"
"Alright, then some grapes would be nice."
How could she eat under these circumstances? Her mind was filled with the adorable image of her daughter as a newborn, and she wished she could fly to Nanfeng Mansion right that instant.
She had too many questions that needed Tang Mei’s answers, about Tang Xiaowan, about the infant clothing.
On the other side, at Jin City Li Garden.
Li Zishen was also concerned about Tang Xiaowan.
He hadn’t slept all night. The ashtray was filled with cigarette butts, and though the laptop was open, he was too distracted to work, appearing worried.
"Xiao Wan, would you hate me?"
Li Zishen glanced at the small statue on the desk, then toyed with the little pig wood carving.
Gradually, his bad mood began to ease.
Even though one was given in gratitude and the other in apology, neither for love, Li Zishen still treasured them dearly.
"Look at this little pig, how cute!"
"It smiles like you, a bit mischievously, yet sweet, just a little chubby."
"Reminds me of you as a child."
"You must have been a chubby kid!"
He liked them both, but the little pig wood carving had been with him for longer, always carried around, and so held a bit more affection.
"I’ve always been quite presumptuous, even somewhat overbearing, right?"
"But I can’t help it, don’t blame me!"
Suddenly, there was a knock on the study door, followed by Du Feng’s anxious and low voice, "Brother Shen, are you in there?"
He knew he was because the light was on.
With permission, Du Feng entered.
"Brother Shen... The mission failed!"
Waiting all night only to receive such news, Li Zishen’s mouth twitched slightly, then he reached for the lighter, planning to have a smoke to calm down.
But before he could open the drawer, he heard a thud as the lighter was thrown back onto the desk.
"It seems... Leng Lingxiao was well-prepared, not letting his guard down even during the wedding photoshoot. I knew it... that trending topic was deliberately put there by him. As expected!"
"Should I go there myself?" Du Feng stepped forward and offered in a low voice.
At this moment, he felt ashamed and frustrated, having failed in two consecutive missions—first, the unsuccessful assassination of Du Jiahao which resulted in serious injuries to four mercenaries, and now, five people gone missing yesterday.
Without having to think, he knew the odds were not in their favor.
"That won’t work; Xiao Wan has seen you."
"I could wear a mask, pretend to be one of Shen Shiyi’s men. Lady Tang won’t notice," Du Feng said, taking out his phone and quickly opening his photo album.