X-ray Eyes Little Wild Doctor-Chapter 239 - 234 Let’s Have a Baby

Six uniformed servants of the Wang Family, all standing at 1.8 meters tall, carried the brass coffin on their shoulders, their expressions solemn like an honor guard, as they ascended the steps to the Wang family villa.

A red flag draped over the brass coffin, fluttering and clanging in the wind—a sight reminiscent of a state leader’s funeral, such was the grandeur of the scene that could’ve unfolded with but a few reporters present.

The coffin was gently placed in the living room of the villa, which had already been arranged as a mourning hall.

An elderly man dressed in a Tang suit stood in front of the coffin in grief, supported by two middle-aged men. With his silver hair and deep wrinkles, he commanded awe and respect, and everyone acted according to the expressions on his face.

"Open the coffin, let me see my grandson one last time," the elder said in sorrow.

Immediately, the servants opened the coffin, revealing a mangled corpse. Wang Qian’s face was the most severely damaged, and it had been pieced back together as best as possible by the servants; it now resembled a hideous ghoul, dreadfully frightening.

"Ah!" The old man cried out upon seeing Wang Qian’s disfigured face, presumably startled.

"Cover the coffin!" Wang Qingshan quickly ordered and then massaged and patted the startled elder’s back, "Father, you must rest. Qian’er is no longer with us, and if anything were to happen to you, our Wang Family would..."

Wang Qingshan was Wang Qian’s father and the helmsman of the Wang Family in Jin Guan City. He was the person in charge of the provincial Wang Family in Jin Guan City.

This silver-haired elder was Wang Qingshan’s father and Wang Qian’s grandfather. The Wang Family’s success today was deeply tied to the old man, who was a senior figure even within the provincial Wang Family. If something were to happen to him, it would be more than they could bear.

"Someone come and help the old master back to his room to rest," Wang Qingshan commanded again, "For the mourning process, follow the original plan. Tell those in charge of the ceremony that our Wang Family is not short of money; the more impressive, the better. And from now on, tell everyone that the young master died in a car accident; whoever dares to gossip, I will not tolerate it myself!"

"Yes!" The servants responded in unison.

Under Wang Qingshan’s direction, the brass coffin was then carried away, on its way to a well-prepared grave site.

"Father, Qian’er died horribly. You must seek justice for the child!"

In the study of the Wang family villa, Wang Qingshan knelt in front of the elder, weeping and sobbing, tears and mucus flowing like a river, the very picture of grief.

"Stand up! Stop your sniveling; it’s unbecoming!" the silver-haired elder chided.

Wang Qingshan immediately stood up.

"I know you’ve already identified the murderer. Tell me everything you know. I won’t be stingy with resources. After all, Qian’er was also my grandson, my only bloodline!" the silver-haired elder said with fierce eyes.

"You’ve watched Qian’er grow up since he was a child. Besides being playful, he didn’t have any bad habits. Now, he has died a terrible death..." Wang Qingshan said in anguish.

"Enough nonsense, just tell me who the murderer is; I will decide their fate!" the silver-haired elder said decisively, still vigorous despite his age.

"It was someone named Ye Tian!" Wang Qingshan said.

He immediately took out his cellphone, pulled up Ye Tian’s photo and information, and respectfully handed it to the elder.

The elder looked at it and nodded silently, "Good, I’ll remember this man. He won’t live beyond three days!"

"Oh, and he had an accomplice." Wang Qingshan brought out photos of Yun Xinyan and Wang Bingbing and began to introduce them, "This woman is Yun Xinyan, the person in charge of Yun Corporation in Jin Guan City. She played a part in Qian’er’s death and must not be spared."

Then, he displayed Wang Bingbing and Wang Ke’er’s photos, giving a brief introduction and concluding with, "They are all accomplices; each must be held accountable for Qian’er’s death!"

The silver-haired elder nodded, "Alright, I’ve got it."

"What do you plan to do, father?" Wang Qingshan asked.

"Different enemies require different strategies," the silver-haired elder said, "As for the one named Ye Tian, I’ll hire a professional to deal with him; you don’t need to worry about that. As for Yun Xinyan, hmph, the business world is a battlefield. Once I use the family power, Yun Corporation will soon go bankrupt. She’ll be left penniless in the streets, and you can take your revenge in any way you wish."

"What about Wang Bingbing and Wang Ke’er? Even though these two girls are from the Wang Family, they can’t stay either," Wang Qingshan said.

The silver-haired elder snorted coldly, "What can the descendants of Wang Yuesong amount to? Leave those two to you; see to it swiftly and decisively."

"Your son understands!" Wang Qingshan nodded in agreement.

"I’m getting old, and the business will eventually be yours. Qian’er’s death saddens me greatly, but thankfully, you’re still young. Find more women to continue our family line; we can’t afford to have only one single heir any longer, understand?" the silver-haired elder said.

"Your son understands!" Wang Qingshan replied.

He had many daughters, but only one son, Wang Qian, who was now dead, putting the continuity of the Wang family in jeopardy.

"That’s enough. I must rush back to the provincial city tonight; there are many things waiting for me to handle." The silver-haired elder showed a weary expression and silently walked into the bedroom, likely to get some rest. freewёbnoνel.com

Two minutes later, Wang Qingshan stepped out of the villa, dialed several mysterious numbers, and set into motion the plans for revenge. The Wang Family had great influence, and with a few phone calls, the whole of Jin Guan City was set astir.

Afterward, he climbed into his Bentley.

"Take me to the cemetery," he instructed the driver.

The driver started the car, and they soon arrived at Ping’an Cemetery.

Wang Qingshan sat inside the car, his face etched with sadness. Once he had composed his fluctuating emotions, he stepped out of the car and walked to the grave, surrounded by his attendants.

The Wang Family handled matters efficiently: Wang Qian’s brass coffin had already been interred in the finest gravesite available.

"My dear son, your father will not let you die in vain; this vendetta will be avenged!"

Wang Qingshan knelt in front of Wang Qian’s grave, tenderly stroking the photo on the tombstone.

Wang Qian was his only child, whom he’d handled with such care that he feared dropping him when held, and feared he’d melt when placed in his mouth. He’d spoiled his son in every way, giving him whatever he wanted, never so much as laying a finger on him.

When his son got involved with a female teacher in high school, she, overcome by grief, jumped off a building. The incident caused a huge scandal, but he paid to have it all smoothed over, never once uttering a word of blame.

Now, his most beloved son had died in such a manner, and the resentment in Wang Qingshan’s heart could only be imagined.

The more he had loved Wang Qian, the deeper grew his hatred.

"Everyone involved in Wang Qian’s death must not be spared! They must all die! Die!" Wang Qingshan’s face twisted with malice, "Ye Tian, I will rip out your heart someday! Just you wait! Wait!"

Wang Qingshan roared toward the hills, his gaze fierce.

"Master, there’s a young lady who says she needs to see you. She claims she’s carrying the young master’s child, what should..." The old butler suddenly walked up to Wang Qingshan, whispering in his ear.

"His child? I understand, bring her to me," Wang Qingshan said.

A tall girl in a white backless dress walked over, her low-cut neckline revealing a snow-white career line, and her peach blossom eyes exuded a flirtatious charm. Her belly, prominently swollen, looked to be at least seven months along.

"What’s your name?" Wang Qingshan asked.

"I’m called Weiwei," Weiwei replied.

"Weiwei?" Wang Qingshan frowned and asked, "How far along are you? Is it Wang Qian’s?"

"Six months and nine days. This child is Young Master Wang’s," Weiwei stated.

"What do you do?" Wang Qingshan inquired.

"I used to work at a modeling agency. That’s where the young master took a fancy to me. Now I’m out of work and homeless, barely able to eat. This child inside is from the Wang Family; you surely can’t let the child suffer," Weiwei plainly aimed to persuade Wang Qingshan to support her, especially considering the child carried the Wang Family bloodline.

Wang Qingshan sneered at once, "Money isn’t the issue, but how much did you love Wang Qian?"

"I love him, I loved him deeply. I’d die for him!" Weiwei swore.

"Good, then you will join Wang Qian in burial," Wang Qingshan’s gaze turned icy as he spread his hand out.

"What! A burial?" Weiwei exclaimed in shock.

Instantly, the old butler presented a dagger into his master’s hand.

"Yes, a burial!" Taking the dagger, Wang Qingshan plunged it into Weiwei’s belly. Blood streamed out instantly, and she collapsed right there.

"Thinking you can swindle food and shelter from me? You’re still too green!" Wang Qingshan tossed the bloodstained dagger on the ground and commanded, "Bury her right here."

The cunning old Wang Qingshan knew in his heart that the child in the woman’s womb couldn’t possibly be Wang Qian’s since his son hadn’t been in Jin Guan City six months earlier. Besides, Wang Qian’s interest in women was far less than his interest in men, something he, as a father, knew all too well.

A new grave appeared next to Wang Qian’s, and Weiwei’s body was disposed of.

"Ye Tian, you killed my son. A blood debt must be paid in blood!"

Nothing in life is more painful than losing a child in one’s later years, and the hatred in Wang Qingshan’s heart had reached indescribable levels. His doting on Wang Qian was matched only by his hatred for Ye Tian.

This hatred was irreconcilable and all-consuming.

"Starting today, the Wang Family enters a full phase of revenge. Everyone listen up, we must kill Ye Tian at all costs. Whoever does it, I will give them ten million!" Wang Qingshan said fiercely.

"Yes!" his subordinates responded.

Looking up at the sky, the sun was slowly setting, and the western horizon was packed with thick clouds. Dark thunderclouds were steadily closing in, heralding the approach of a heavy rain.

The imminent storm signaled the start of the Wang Family’s revenge, and a violent tempest was about to commence.

Ye Tian stood on the top floor of the Dihao Building, gazing at the blood-red sunset and the thickening dark clouds on the horizon: "The storm is coming, and it’s about time the wife got off work. What time is it now?"

"What are you muttering about over there? Come on, let’s go home."

The gentle voice of Yun Xinyan came from behind him.

"Speak of the devil, and she shall appear, hehe, you’re quick," Ye Tian said as he took Yun Xinyan’s hand, and together they stepped into the elevator. They quickly ignited the McLaren and headed home together.

They didn’t return to their villa in Jin Guan City but instead went back to the five-star hotel.

After the fierce battle known as the King of Hell, the villa had become structurally unsafe and uninhabitable. Ye Tian had already hired a construction crew to reinforce it, a job that was expected to take several more days to complete.

The McLaren pulled up in front of the five-star hotel, and the two returned to the presidential suite.

After a romantic candlelight dinner, Yun Xinyan lay on the sofa, took out her briefcase, and said with a smile, "Ye Tian, come over here, I have a surprise for you."

"A surprise?" Ye Tian’s eyes lit up, "Ah, my dear wife, you’re not... are you? That shouldn’t be right; I always used protection. What’s that in your hand, a pregnancy test result? Am I going to be a dad?"