Special Forces Medic-Chapter 735 - 702: Is a Heartbroken Woman Pitiful?

The Hengfei Group stood imposingly at the mouth of ’Scythe’, while Yan Juanjuan held a freshly brewed cup of coffee, standing at the spot. The floor she was on was not the highest in Hengfei Mansion but was at the top tier of a pivotal level. This position could be said to gaze longingly towards Yao Zheng’s private rest spot. Although not entirely visible, one could enjoy a decent view through a high-density telescope, just like now.

Yao Zheng hadn’t appeared at the supposed time and place but was instead buried between beds, battling on the field with a woman. Yan Juanjuan smiled mysteriously, a smile hanging on her otherwise plain face resembling that of an executioner holding a large knife, appearing as a death’s silent lament at the moment the blade falls.

Is it sympathy? Or pity? Perhaps only Yan Juanjuan understood within herself.

Focusing on the magnified image before her, locking on Yao Zheng’s face contorted with exhilaration, an expression once so familiar and cherished, now indifferent enough to render him just a stranger to her. She wasn’t sure when this shift in her mindset began—perhaps it was that incident, perhaps even earlier. Time no longer mattered, nor could it prove anything, even though she once truly loved this man, going to great lengths and enduring again and again, taking reckless risks, but the result?

Heh, Yan Juanjuan changed the scene, the man in the lens mounted the woman’s body once again after a brief pause, fueled by drug-induced passion, which also meant they were aging. Time changes many things: appearance, status, thoughts, beliefs. It’s not her who changed, but this man, swayed by interests.

Honestly, even at this moment, Yan Juanjuan didn’t intend to blame Yao Zheng, but that didn’t mean she didn’t hate him. Emotions borne out through deceit sparked from mutual interest disputes. Not blaming him stems from her not guarding against him from the start. Hating him is due to not receiving equal return. She knew what kind of man Yao Zheng was better than she knew herself, thus she had a mind to go down together with him.

Just some time ago, at this very standing position, a man once said her Hengfei Mansion was located at a highly ominous spot, suggesting it would someday face a calamity of sorts. Yan Juanjuan squinted, withdrawing her gaze from the lens, the coffee in her hand had gone cold yet remained filled to the brim.

Her thoughts returned to their beginnings, reflecting upon her and his life as if they were on a passing carousel, then Yan Juanjuan seated herself behind her desk. The piles of documents seemed insurmountable, her spirit feeling worn. Whether in politics or business, she was caught in a vicious cycle, and Han Fei’s death cast a shadow on Hengfei, while Yao Zheng’s indifferent stance led industry insiders to lose faith in Hengfei, not bringing it to collapse but stalling many initiatives.

She wasn’t worried about finances; the capital in hand was sufficient for emergencies. In this regard, Yan Juanjuan retained her unique trait, totally not adhering to Yao Zheng’s way. She had considered the reason she pushed Yao Zheng away might have stemmed from this very independence. A woman too independent might cause a man to be wary, especially when they were in the same boat.

The North Palace was merely a start; turning the chair, behind Yan Juanjuan was Yao Zheng’s private rest area. Her gaze was plainly fixed on its glass window, realizing without binoculars that nothing was clear, only the reflected light glaringly dazzling her. The understanding within her chest was seeded when Secretary Luo stepped into the North Palace, starting with Yao Zheng’s unintentional remark; it had already laid the foundation for the present. The man she deeply loved indeed wanted her dead because his survival depended on her death, just like back then — as long as she gave up, he could marry another woman from an influential family.

A gentle knocking interrupted her thoughts. The secretary led someone unexpected into her office. "President Yan, someone seeks an audience."

Saying they sought an audience didn’t fit; barging in directly was more apt. Before the secretary could finish announcing, Yan Fengying threw herself into Yan Juanjuan’s arms, shedding more tears than she did while held in custody, from either fear or grievance.

Saying surprise outweighed reality, the news of Yan Fengying’s capture had reached Yan Juanjuan’s ears almost immediately. She was powerless this time because her influence limited itself to relying upon Yao Zheng’s political circle, while the upper echelon was beyond her reach. She never intended to detach from Yao Zheng to do anything independently—it should be said she never thought women could be quite emotional and naive creatures, smart only until overpowered by emotions and becoming foolish.

"How did you manage to get here?" Compared to Yan Fengying’s weeping, Yan Juanjuan rationally discarded sentimentalism from her mind; now wasn’t the time for emotional decisions, thus held deep disdain for her prior resolution to visit the North District Police Station. "Weren’t you said to be arrested?"

"They were the ones who brought me," Yan Fengying lifted her tear-stained face from Yan Juanjuan’s chest, looking pitiful nonetheless.

Yan Fengying and Yan Juanjuan didn’t resemble each other. Anyone unaware of their backgrounds would never suspect these two women to be sisters, at most considering them as close friends. Yan Juanjuan adored her sister. The early demise of their parents forced her into society prematurely, but that wasn’t the reason she ended up in smuggling back then. Her sister’s fragility demanded she adopt a protective role, like a guy. She inherited her parents’ flaws without possessing a perfect visage, with her sister unintentionally becoming a figurehead for her.

Beautiful women are ever at an advantage before men, and Yan Fengying, knowing her sister’s little tricks, naturally took on a PR role. Luckily, Yan Juanjuan was merciful towards her only sister, so much so that without knowing a thing, Yan Fengying became an irreplaceable role seemingly insignificant. One might call it ironic; it was only now Yan Juanjuan felt a faint regret for dragging her sister into this mess, with the key being her allegiance to the wrong man.

Yan Fengying didn’t comprehend Yan Juanjuan’s intricate mindset. She wasn’t naïve nor savvy. All that her sister instructed, she obeyed blindly. Humans, after all, belong to advanced species, making relatively correct decisions when faced with choices. After experiencing a few life-and-death crises, Yan Fengying resolutely wanted to convince Yan Juanjuan to abandon darkness for light. (To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to vote for it at Qidian (qidian.com) with recommendation votes, monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)