"According to Mr. Yan’s instructions, everything has been arranged."
Dongfang Jian smiled smugly, saying, "Success or failure hinges on this mont."
His eyes glinted with desire and ambition, like the gaping maw of a beast, ready to devour him whole.
——
Two days later, it would be the day of the court’s verdict.
The case involved high-ranking officials, so it was not open to the public. However, the Yan Family insisted on a public trial and even invited various official dia outlets from Country Hua to attend, putting on an innocent facade that only invited more ridicule.
Because of the massive impact of the case, even the television began to report on it. On the day of the verdict, it would be broadcast live on the central legal channel, overshadowing any entertainnt news, even outshining the scandal of a top star’s recently exposed affair, becoming a case of national or even global attention.
The trial was scheduled to officially begin at nine in the morning, but from six o’clock, dia reporters began to trickle in, vying for the best spots.
One after another, so invited leaders made appearances, hurriedly leaving with a bureaucratic air before the caras.
It was worth ntioning that Dongfang Jian made a grand entrance, waving warmly to the reporters.
A reporter asked, "What are your thoughts on Mr. Yan’s case?"
Dongfang Jian shook his head and sighed, looking regretful, "I never expected him to do such things, but before the law, everyone is equal. No matter his status, achievents, or how much the public adores him, none of that can be a reason to escape legal sanction."
Facing the cara, Dongfang Jian’s words were impassioned and righteous, earning applause from many patriots.
At this mont, a low-key black limousine stopped by.
The reporters surrounding Dongfang Jian imdiately abandoned him and rushed over, enveloping the black limousine completely.
They had been waiting so long just to see the appearance of the Yan Family, which was the main event of the day.
Dongfang Jian’s face showed a hint of embarrassnt, and he snorted lightly, sneering as he glanced toward the car door.
Shan Bao opened the car door and stepped down. Shortly after, four black-clad bodyguards exited another vehicle, following Shan Bao’s lead to keep the reporters at bay.
The flashes flickered incessantly with a "click-click" sound, caras aid at the car door, ready to capture every mont.
Shan Bao respectfully bent down and opened the car door.
In the next mont, Zhuang Xiyue stepped down, appearing in front of the caras, usually dressed in elegant garb. However, today she had changed her style, wearing a black and white pantsuit, adding an extra touch of cold charm and sharpness.
Appearing makeup-free, her complexion was slightly pale but the cool and dignified aura mixed with elegance gave her an additional unique charm, every fra in the cara seed perfect for a magazine cover.
It was the first ti seeing Zhuang Xiyue in such attire, and the reporters went wild, frantically pressing the shutter.
Zhuang Xiyue’s gaze swept lightly around, her eyes like a queen’s, cold and haughty, making the reporters slightly fearful, their fingers subconsciously slowing down on the shutter.
Then, another tall figure erged. The man wore a well-fitted black suit, upright and ticulous, exuding an air of restraint, especially with those improbably long legs, srising many female reporters with drool-worthy looks, even more perfect than the celebrities of Country H.
The gloomy sky since morning suddenly broke with a beam of sunlight shining through the clouds, illuminating the man’s face with godlike beauty.
The man turned, reaching a hand into the car.
This should be Yan Song, the eldest son of Yan Nanmo and Zhuang Xiyue. Yan Song has always been a mysterious figure, never appearing in the public eye; this was his first ti exposed to the caras.
The stunned reporters snapped back to reality, frantically taking photos, my god, even more handso than Yan Nanmo, but the key is this perfect physique and appearance... this cold yet restrained aura... it’s simply the archetype of a domineering CEO in novels...
A slender white hand rested in his palm, with long fingers, radiating a pearl-like glow, perfect and flawless like a work of art.
Forming a stark contrast with the man’s long, rough hands, yet inexplicably harmonious.
Soon after, a tall and slender figure bent down and stepped out of the car.
If Yan Song was like sunlight, bright and radiant.
Then this young girl was like moonlight, pure and bright, eternally luminous.
The girl wore a black dress, accentuating her slender figure, her skin so white it seed to glow, her long hair tied into a ponytail, she wore white British-style shoes, the sa classic black-and-white ensemble, exuding a minimalist, bright style.
The gentle and elegant aura easily let people overlook that exquisite, unparalleled face, but at first glance, the visual shock was so stunning that it left no other emotion.
This... could this girl be the rumored fiancée of Yan Song? She finally appeared.
Their hands tightly clasped, standing together, like sun and moon shining in harmony, a match made in heaven.
Soon after, a boy in a white suit stepped out of the car, resembling Yan Song slightly, yet lacking so of Yan Song’s charisma, gaining a bit more subtlety.
This boy should be Yan Nanmo and Zhuang Xiyue’s younger son, Yan Ke. This is also his first appearance in the public eye.
It seems today the whole family has mobilized. Yet one wonders if such a grand showing could rescue Yan Nanmo?
The four walked forward with Zhuang Xiyue leading, heads held high as they ascended the stairs, their high appearances shining anywhere they went, for the reporters, it was a visual feast, envying the genetically gifted family, seeming like people painted on canvases, completely different from the reporters’ reality.
"Lady Yan, please wait. Do you have confidence regarding Mr. Yan’s case? How do you perceive this matter?"
The reporter asked aloud.
Soon, a wave of questions followed one after another.
Zhuang Xiyue paused slightly, glanced back at the first speaking reporter, the female reporter instinctively retreated a step from her gaze.
"I believe the innocent will prove their innocence, and the law won’t wrong any innocent person, of course..." Her gaze skimd over to Dongfang Jian, standing outside the crowd, her lips curling in a mocking smile.
"It won’t let any guilty one escape either."
Her voice resounded with determination, cold and weighty.
Dongfang Jian snorted coldly, turned and left.
"Move aside, please move aside." Shan Bao separated the approaching reporters, clearing a path for Zhuang Xiyue, who walked through expressionlessly, exuding a queenly aura.
The reporters were montarily stunned by such a presence, subconsciously stepping back until the group walked far off, their silhouettes becoming small upon the layers of stairs, but their straight backs seed never to be crushed by the winds or storms.
"Don’t you think Master Yan’s fiancée... looks a bit familiar?" asked the young intern reporter.
This remark made everyone nod in agreent.
"Indeed, I find her sowhat familiar too, like I’ve seen her sowhere, is she so entertainnt celebrity?"
"How could the Yan Family marry soone with a celebrity status? It’s not an insult, just different classes, incomparable."
"I rember now... She is Ji Yunya."
The na Ji Yunya was like a spell, in Country Hua, you might not know what Ji Yunya looks like, but it’s impossible not to have heard her na, especially after the revelation that Ji Yunya is actually Dr. Nyx. Her na beca universally known.
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