He would keep the promise he made 15 years ago.
After a quick glance at the rearview mirror, he decisively pulled over to the side of the road.
This was villa district; there weren’t many cars on a normal day, and even fewer around noon. You might not see one for half an hour.
Therefore, the white sedan that had been following Lai Jingshan stood out even more.
But no sooner had his foot touched the ground than two men dressed in casual clothing got out of the white car.
They were tall and muscular, and a chilling murder intent exuded from them, making the air around them seem to freeze instantly.
Lai Jingshan’s heart sank as he realized these two strangers were definitely up to no good.
A bad feeling welled up inside him.
He had thought Yuan Min was too anxious to get an answer, which is why she had followed all the way here.
"Who are you? Where’s Yuan Min? What have you done with her?" Lai Jingshan shouted, ready to throw down at any moment.
"Speak, or don’t blame me for being rude!"
The two men seemed not to hear him, continuing to close in. Suddenly, one swung a fist furiously at Lai Jingshan.
Lai Jingshan only had time to dodge slightly, the fist whizzing past his cheek, bringing a sharp gust of air. He felt a strong force impact and his body involuntarily leaned backward.
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One of the men turned to look, only to find himself at gunpoint—and not just one gun, his companion was in the same predicament.
Seeing this, Lai Jingshan felt a lurch in his heart; the newcomer was Wang Junchen’s driver—Jiangbei.
What was going on here?
He had actually been rescued by Wang Junchen’s man!
"Which gang are you from?"
Jiangbei snorted coldly, smiling but not smiling at the talking man: "The one sending you on your way."
"Let’s talk, we can talk this out!"
Then, the two men were easily subdued on the ground by the mercenaries brought by Jiangbei and subsequently tied up with rope around their arms and legs.
"Stuff something in their mouths and throw them in the trunk," Jiangbei ordered, raising an eyebrow.
Both of them in that tiny space?
Lai Jingshan watched them coldly as they worked before him, but after a brief pause, his heart suddenly tightened—he thought of his sister-in-law, Yuan Min.
So, he briskly walked up to Jiangbei and interjected, "Wait, my sister-in-law..."
"Beware of Yuan Min, she wants to kill you."
Jiangbei scoffed: "What do you think?"
Upon hearing this, Lai Jingshan’s head felt like it had exploded, and he became utterly dumbfounded.
It wasn’t until Jiangbei and his men had stuffed the two men into the white car’s trunk and then left that Lai Jingshan snapped back from his shock.
"What does this mean, leave them for me to deal with?"
He couldn’t believe that the fragile woman who trembled at the sight of a chicken slaughter was actually sending people to kill him. Yet, everything in front of him forced him to confront Jiangbei’s words.
Beware of Yuan Min, she wants to kill you.
After a moment, Lai Jingshan took a deep breath.
He took out his phone, hesitated for a while, but eventually dialed that familiar number.
"Jingshan, what’s up? Is something the matter?"
Hearing Yuan Min’s gentle inquiry, Lai Jingshan’s emotions grew even more complex.
Not even asking if I had made up my mind?
At the teahouse, under such pressing circumstances, she’d spilled it all—what should have been said... and what shouldn’t.
So, he asked tentatively, "Sister-in-law, where are you now? I just saw a white car that looks a lot like your unlicensed one."
"Oh, no, I’m at Bie Yuan."
There was a barely noticeable tension in Yuan Min’s voice, and her breathing became unsteady.
"Sister-in-law, have you recently encountered any people, or any particular thorny issues?" Lai Jingshan furrowed his brow and continued.
He still held onto a sliver of hope.
Maybe she was being blackmailed, forced into a corner.
However, Yuan Min seemed somewhat panicked by the question. She paused for a moment, then asked with a frown, "Jingshan, are you...are you alright?"
What an evasive answer!
Lai Jingshan had his answer.
He didn’t want to keep probing, so he said indifferently, "I’m fine, just asking casually. Since you’re home already... I’ll feel relieved, we’ll talk if something comes up, I’m hanging up now."
Don’t you know if there’s something wrong or not?
Oh, right, she hasn’t gone back to report yet.
He walked towards the white car, his gaze icy as he stared at the trunk, his knuckles cracking.
Meanwhile, inside Nanjiang Villa, Yuan Min was gripping the white phone tightly until Nanny Wu came in with a tray, and only then did she slowly loosen her grip.
Again, a bowl of congee and two plates of plain vegetables.
She had been lacking appetite these days.
"Madam, are you okay?" Nanny Wu, seeing her in a daze, asked with some concern.
"If you compare the third and the second..."
"The third is sincere, doesn’t tally gains or losses. Look at all these years... every time it was him who stood up to speak for you and the eldest young master."
"That will never happen again!"
Seeing her distraught, Nanny Wu found it hard to say more and could only leave, shaking her head.
Half an hour later, the study door was opened.
"Take it all away, I don’t want to eat."
However, the response she got was not Nanny Wu’s soft-spoken voice but the sound of a door being forcefully closed.
Lai Jingshan glanced at the bowl of millet porridge on the coffee table and the two plates of plain vegetables, probably devoid of taste, then took a seat directly on the three-seater sofa.
At this moment, his anger was ignited, the usual genteel composure nowhere in sight.
"Don’t tell Zihan, and..." Yuan Min paused, her voice a bit hoarse, "Let me be, Zishen... just let me stay alone for a while."
"Planning another grand scheme?"
At the sound of such a familiar voice, Yuan Min immediately stood up from the recliner, looking at him with shock, "Jingshan, how... how did you get here?"
"Didn’t you want to kill me? Here I am, delivered to your doorstep. Isn’t that more convenient for you?"
As Lai Jingshan said this, he placed the gun heavily on the coffee table, his icy gaze shooting straight at Yuan Min like a series of sharp blades.
She quickly lowered her head, then lifted it again after a moment but dared not look directly into Lai Jingshan’s eyes.
If, before entering the room, there was still a trace of doubt deep within Lai Jingshan’s heart, a reluctance to believe that the mastermind behind it all was his sister-in-law Yuan Min, then at this moment, all doubt had crumbled.
Her evasive gaze said it all.
"Jingshan, I never wanted to kill you." It took a while for Yuan Min to muster the words.
"Really, I just wanted to... scare you, fearing that you would waver. Without your support, I can’t manage. This way, you would make a decision faster."
"Oh? You just wanted to scare me?"
Lai Jingshan clearly didn’t buy her explanation.
Standing up from the sofa, he walked towards Yuan Min with a smile, yet his gaze remained piercingly cold.