Rebirth: Divorcing the Billionaire-Chapter 450 - 448: This Man Is Crazy

"Aren’t you treating me like your own sister by being so polite?" Jian Xi threatened.

Huang Ying helplessly took it.

Jian Xi wanted to say something but hesitated. Before she could speak, the butler had already come in with many things, "Young Miss, are all these gifts intended for Miss Huang?"

Huang Ying was puzzled.

All the boxes were opened, revealing several exquisite pieces of jewelry and clothing in front of her.

Jian’s mom, being well-versed, recognized them at a glance as top international luxury items.

"Xixi, how thoughtful of you to prepare such expensive things for your sister in advance. I didn’t expect it at all. Here, how much is it? I’ll transfer it to you now."

Jian’s mom was very happy that Jian Xi accepted Huang Ying so easily, fearing she might overthink.

She took out her phone, but Jian Xi held her wrist, "Mom, go back upstairs first. I have something to say to Huang Ying."

Jian’s mom paused for a moment, then turned her head to see that Huang Ying’s face didn’t look too good.

Without much hesitation, Jian’s mom directly pulled Jian’s dad upstairs.

Jian’s dad wanted to say something, but she immediately said, "Come upstairs quickly. Can I handle it all alone?"

"Alright, alright."

The two of them went upstairs, still muttering to each other, not sure what they were saying.

Jian Xi sighed helplessly, her face filled with guilt and remorse, "I’m sorry."

It seemed like she already knew everything.

Huang Ying would probably blame her.

She didn’t expect that just after recognizing a sister, she would end up offending someone.

Jian Xi felt really guilty.

Unexpectedly, the next second, Huang Ying grabbed her hand, "Xixi, what are you talking about?"

"You’re not angry?"

Huang Ying chuckled, "What would I be angry about?"

"I listened to Song Xicheng and came to act as a mediator."

She raised her chin, "You say what you want; whether I listen or not is up to me, isn’t it?"

"Alright, no need to blame yourself. I know very well what kind of person he is. He probably gave you a hard time again."

Jian Xi felt a bit embarrassed, "I’m not afraid of having a hard time; it’s just that when I saw all these good things sent to you, I thought it wouldn’t hurt to accept them."

"Right! Why not take them! If I don’t, another woman will, and these things are meant to be given to someone anyway. Might as well it be me. I accept them, but it doesn’t mean I forgive him!"

Huang Ying casually picked up a few pieces of jewelry and compared them to Jian Xi, "Honestly, this piece looks nice, suitable for your godmother. Her skin is as fair and bright as yours, perfect for this type of Australian white."

Jian Xi couldn’t help but smile wryly.

Huang Ying’s face was full of pride, "He said the wrong things and did the wrong things, acting all proud and macho. Does he still think I’m the same girl who was wholly infatuated with him? That I’d let him say whatever without getting angry? Dream on! What’s that old saying in China? Times have changed!"

Truly, her thoughts have moved on.

Song Xicheng called that night.

When Huang Ying answered, her voice was indifferent, "President Song, what do you want?"

Song Xicheng coughed awkwardly.

It was very quiet on his end; it was clear he wasn’t in a place like a bar or club.

"Did you receive the things? How do you like them?" he rarely lowered his noble head.

Huang Ying snorted coldly, "President Song, you’ve gone to such expense. I’m just a psychologist; how could I be worth such an investment? I’ll have someone return them to you later."

She didn’t say she didn’t like them, which meant that what Jian Xi picked, she actually did like.

Song Xicheng didn’t care about the value of those things and quickly said, "Huang Ying, don’t be like this. Once I’ve given you something, it’s yours. There’s no reason to return it."

"Well, are you free tonight...?"

"I’m a bit tired. If there’s nothing else, I’ll head to bed."

With that, Huang Ying directly hung up the phone.

She jumped happily on the bed.

Serves you right!

The damned arrogant man, go to hell!

Song Xicheng, speechless, stared at the phone that was hung up on again, "Kevin, what do you think this woman means?"

He had never groveled like this for any woman before.

The cost of misspeaking was truly... suffocating!

"President Song, haven’t you noticed that Miss Huang’s attitude is much better now?"

"You consider this attitude to be good?"

Song Xicheng was amused by Kevin’s words.

Kevin immediately said, "Did you forget? The previous gifts were all returned. But what Miss Jian picked, she liked. It proves that Miss Huang either values Miss Jian or genuinely likes the presents she chose."

"Makes sense. Have Jian Xi come over tomorrow."

"Yes!"

...

Si Yuhuan returned and went straight to the prison.

Fu Wenxin was charged with numerous crimes, and the court was unable to proceed immediately; further investigation was needed for sentencing.

In the visitation room.

Fu Wenxin, in prison garb, sat across from Si Yuhuan, looking haggard and wretched. He no longer had the powerful aura he once possessed, and with his head shaved, he seemed more like an aged old man on the brink of death.

"I really didn’t expect the first person I’d see before I die would be you."

Si Yuhuan glanced at him coldly, "To end up here is your own doing."

"And what about you? Hahaha! Did you get Jian Xi? Let me guess, you didn’t, and you hit a wall, ran into trouble, otherwise, with your personality, why would you come here to see me!"

Si Yuhuan ignored his mockery.

In a cold tone, he said, "Luo Yang, does that ring a bell?"

"What Luo Yang? I don’t know." Fu Wenxin sneered coldly without a second thought, "Don’t try to spook me with your tricks!"

Si Yuhuan’s deadening gaze swept coldly over his face.

"Fu Wenxin, answer my question honestly; maybe I’ll let you have a whole corpse, otherwise, your little son abroad..."

His eyes widened.

"What nonsense are you spouting! I’m alone, where would I get a son!"

"Do you really think you can deceive everyone?" Si Yuhuan sneered coldly, "Look at this photo carefully."

Seeing the photo he handed over, Fu Wenxin trembled with agitation, his face instantly twisted with fury as he roared, "My biggest regret now is not dragging you down with me, Si Yuhuan, you bastard! My downfall is all your fault! If I really had Luo Yang at my command, I’d have him kill you!"

"The Secret Gate is gone, everything I’ve built is gone, you bastard, just wait, someone’s going to get you. I want to see how long you can remain smug."

The prison guard shouted, "7783, be quiet, no yelling."

Fu Wenxin acted like a madman, "I want to go back, do you understand? You group of damned scoundrels, seeing me down and out, all wanting to step on me, do you think you can trample me freely? Just wait, I’ll see you all in hell!"

Bam!

The guard’s baton hit him, and Fu Wenxin kicked back.

Chaos erupted inside at once.

"I’m not afraid of death, so why would I be afraid of anything else? Si Yuhuan, you won’t have good days ahead."

A group of guards rushed in, subduing Fu Wenxin, and a doctor arrived, injecting him with a sedative.

Yan Qing came in to protect Si Yuhuan, "Director Si, this person has gone mad, we should leave."