A second chance with my billionaire husband-Chapter 1578 - 312: Stirring Up Trouble and Misjudging People’s Hearts (Part 1)
In the pitch-black basement, Yan Jin looked at the man opposite her and spoke coldly.
"Don’t worry, Xuanxuan is doing very well here with me. She doesn’t want to go back."
"Wei Zhao, don’t go too far." Her fingernails dug deep into her palm as Yan Jin’s eyes filled with malice.
"Jinjin, you really misunderstand me. I’m working hard for our future. Otherwise, how will I support you and Xuanxuan? Just wait a little longer, okay? Once I’m settled, I’ll kick that woman out, and then the three of us won’t be separated anymore...."
"I’ve never been so disgusted by someone before. Wei Zhao, you’ve really redefined the word ’despicable.’ Knowing you is the biggest regret of my life. I spit on you...."
"Slap." A slap landed harshly on her face, and Yan Jin covered her swollen cheek, sneering at the man before her.
The man’s eyes showed pain, "Jinjin, I know you’re still mad at me, but I love you. I’m doing all this because I have no choice... Give me a little more time, please?"
"Save those lies for ghosts. If I believe you again, I’ll just bash my head in."
"Don’t refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit. Bring the person in," the man ordered in a low voice. Following his words, a man in black carried a frail little girl in under his arm.
The little girl neither cried nor made a fuss, and her previously chubby face had sunk a bit more. Her lifeless eyes lit up the moment she saw Yan Jin, and she reached out towards her, struggling.
"Xuanxuan." Yan Jin cried out and rushed over to her, but Wei Zhao grabbed her hair, his face tense. Ignoring her pained expression, he whispered in her ear, "My patience is limited, so you’d better be sensible."
Yan Jin let out a pained howl, beating against Wei Zhao, but he kicked her away, sending her crashing to the ground like a kite with a broken string.
"Heh heh...." She spat out a mouthful of blood and, with disheveled hair, her face appeared ghostly pale and frightening.
Wei Zhao instinctively took a step back, then strode forward, pressing his polished shoe onto her chest.
"Ugh...." The woman groaned and closed her eyes in despair.
"Kill me, please."
"Kill you? Wouldn’t that be too easy for you?" The man chuckled sinisterly.
In her ears were the suppressed whimpers of the little girl, sounding so painful.
With the last ounce of her strength, Yan Jin lifted her head, "What exactly do you want me to do?"
The man raised his hand, gently patting her cheek, and said with a smile, "Those who listen tend to live longer."
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Yan Jin floated out like a wandering soul, the man opened the car door and shoved her inside, then walked around to the driver’s seat, starting the car to leave.
In the shadows not far away, Jiang Xiang put down his binoculars, opened his earpiece, and whispered, "Target acquired."
"Good, keep observing and wait for my instruction."
"Jinjin." Seeing Yan Jin walk in looking lost, Meng Shujing immediately went over in concern.
Seeing the high, swollen slap mark on her face, she wanted nothing more than to rush out and tear that despicable man to pieces: "That damn bastard, he beat you like this again?"
"Where’s Xuanxuan?" Meng Shujing glanced behind her.
"He’s denying everything, making me continue to work for him. First it was Great-grandfather, and next is Uncle. Ha... Mom, what’s the point in living? Why don’t I just die?" Yan Jin muttered, her eyes vacant.
Meng Shujing quickly hugged her, gently stroking her back, "You can’t think like that. You need to think more about Xuanxuan, about me and Xingxing. We’re your closest family, you can’t punish yourself for other people’s mistakes...."
"What does he want you to do?" Meng Shujing squinted her eyes.
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Dinner for the five of them was a joyous affair. Yan Ke, now in his third year of high school, was about to take his college entrance exams. He’d grown quite a bit, almost surpassing Yan Song in height, looking every bit a bright young man.
Yun Ya, looking at him, thought of Miaomiao, who must have grown taller too. But Miaomiao was not as lively as Yan Ke; he was usually so quiet, without the slightest presence.
"Sister Yun Ya... why are you staring at me like that? Did you suddenly realize I’m more handsome than my brother, and have you fallen for me instead? Haha, you sure have good taste...." Yan Ke joked, and as soon as he finished speaking, Yan Song gave him an icy glare, making him shrink his neck and act like an ostrich.
"You child, even eating can’t shut you up," Zhuang Xiyue laughed, pretending to chide, and put a piece of fish into his bowl.
She glanced at Yun Ya, thinking she must be reminded of her brother, Yun Miao. It had been a long time, and Zhuang Xiyue never asked about him, but Ah Song kept her informed, so she avoided touching Yun Ya’s sensitive spot.
"Sister Yun Ya, can you help me with my homework later? Someone like you, a genius, not being put to use is a waste. With your help, I’ll definitely get into the Central Academy of Fine Arts."
Yun Ya nodded with a smile, "Sure."
Yan Ke was quite smart himself, and under Yan Song’s shadow, he seemed somewhat average, but his grades were excellent across the board. As an art student, he also excelled in his professional courses. With his talent, he could have studied abroad, but due to Yan Nanmo, leaving the country wasn’t easy. Yan Ke was clear-headed, so he planned to apply to the best music college in the country.
After dinner, Yan Ke urgently pulled Yun Ya away: "Brother, I’m borrowing Sister Yun Ya for a bit, I’ll bring her back soon."
Yan Song gave him a cold look, and Yan Ke quickly dragged Yun Ya off.
The table fell silent as Yan Nanmo got up and walked towards his study: "Come with me."
Yan Song stood and followed him.
Zhuang Xiyue watched as the tall figures of the father and son disappeared through the study door, sighed, and called someone in to clear the table.
"What do you think of this situation?" Yan Nanmo sat behind the desk, his face composed.
"Father, do you still remember Wei Guo?"
"Wei Guo?" Yan Nanmo thought for a moment and said, "Of course I remember. He was brought down for embezzlement, and they found a hundred million in cash at his house, breaking three bill counters in the process." His tone carried a hint of mockery.
"Wei Guo was prepared. After his incident, he moved his family abroad. Father, do you know who Yan Jin married?"
Yan Nanmo looked at Yan Song.
Yan Song’s lips curled into a disdainful smile: "Wei Guo’s son, Wei Zhao. Father, do you know what kind of life Yan Jin has been living all these years? Wei Zhao has been venting all his hatred for our Yan Family on Yan Jin. Now he’s using Yan Jin to reach into our family."
Yan Nanmo furrowed his brows tightly.
Yan Song added another heavy dose: "The reason Great-grandfather has been in a coma, with no explanation for his condition, is that someone drugged him in his room, intending for Great-grandfather to die.... However, they misjudged human nature; the person administering the drug did not want Great-grandfather dead, only to warn us...."
Yan Nanmo suddenly grasped the key to the situation, slamming his palm down on the desk in disbelief, "Damn it... they dared to plot against Grandfather! Did they really think I, Yan Nanmo, would be easy to bully? Eldest Sister-in-law... she really has disappointed me."
This family no longer felt like a family. Relatives calculated against one another, even using Grandfather for their schemes. What else were they incapable of doing?
