Yun Ya showed no sign of surprise, her lips curled slightly: "I almost forgot about this character, seems losing an arm wasn’t enough..."
"Miss, let take care of it. This person deserves to die."
"No need, playing slowly is more fun." Yun Ya’s eyes flickered with a cold gleam.
"Dongfang Yi has been found, she’s now with Pei Qinghan."
"Pei Qinghan?" Yun Ya slowly sat up, her brows furrowed—what had happened without her knowledge?
"Forget about her for now, a stray dog can’t stir up much trouble." More importantly, she trusted Pei Qinghan.
"Any news from Uncle Chang’s side?" Uncle Chang had been gone for several days with no word, a foreboding feeling settled in Yun Ya’s heart.
Mingyue shook her head: "None yet."
Yun Ya sighed: "Never mind, you can go."
Mingyue glanced at Yun Ya, visible fatigue on her face, pursed her lips, and turned away.
The evidence against Dongfang Jian was nearly complete, finalizing the cleanup, and the Dongfang Family had beco a thing of the past.
"Mao Zhu has gone too far this ti, otherwise Liu Tian could have gone further, it’s wise to marry a virtuous wife, maybe we should introduce soone else to Liu Tian?" Chen Huan suggested tentatively as they lay in bed.
Liu Tian had been held back, and who knows what his cousin was thinking, still treating this woman like a treasure at this point.
Tian Ping mused for a mont: "Forget it, it’s his family matter, we shouldn’t interfere too much."
"What? She’s only causing trouble for us in the Capital City, and now she’s seriously offended Lady Yan, how do we explain this to her?" The re thought of it was infuriating.
"Bring gifts and personally apologize to Lady Yan, with sincerity, no need to say too much, Mr. Yan isn’t one to take advantage of others in distress." Tian Ping said solemnly.
"Alright, but Mao Zhu must go." Chen Huan’s tone was even more assertive.
"Do as you like." Tian Ping was about to lie down when his phone rang suddenly. He picked it up and walked to the side, the caller ID was an unfamiliar number. After hesitating for a mont, Tian Ping pressed the answer button and put it to his ear.
Hearing the voice inside, Tian Ping’s pupils suddenly contracted, staring into the dark night outside, his eyes were deep.
"Mr. Tian, happy birthday to your wife, I couldn’t be there to congratulate personally, a small gift to show my respect." The voice of the man was mocking as it ca from the phone.
"What do you want?"
"You’ll know soon enough." The other person chuckled sinisterly before abruptly hanging up.
Tian Ping stood still with the phone in his hand, feeling icy cold.
"What’s wrong?" Chen Huan asked worriedly.
"Where are the gifts from tonight’s guests?" Tian Ping suddenly asked.
Chen Huan was taken aback, not knowing why he suddenly brought this up, but still replied honestly: "They’re all piled up in the warehouse, I was too tired tonight, planned to sort them out tomorrow...."
Before she finished speaking, she saw Tian Ping suddenly rushing out.
After rummaging through the warehouse for a while, flipping through them one by one, he finally found a gift box signed by Dongfang.
The box wasn’t big, about a foot long, half a foot high, not much could fit inside.
Tian Ping took a deep breath, slowly opened the box, and upon seeing what was inside, nearly threw it away—but he didn’t dare to.
Inside the box was a tid bomb.
The countdown on the device showed only three minutes, and the mont he opened the lid, the countdown began.
Two minutes and fifty-five seconds...
Two minutes and fifty seconds...
The phone rang again, breaking the silence of the warehouse.
He tremblingly took out his phone.
"Did you see my little surprise?" The man’s teasing voice ca from the phone.
Tian Ping gritted his teeth, "What exactly do you want?"
"One hundred million, you only have two minutes and forty seconds, ah... now only two minutes and thirty-five seconds...."
Tian Ping gritted his teeth: "Where am I supposed to get one hundred million?"
"That’s not for to figure out, just a reminder, you now have only two minutes and twenty-five seconds left, the account number has been sent to your phone, good luck, bye." The other person suddenly hung up.
"Ding" a ssage arrived on his phone, with the bank account number.
Glancing at the ti on the bomb, the red digital numbers jump with each beat of his heart.
No ti to think, he quickly dialed a number: "Imdiately transfer one hundred million to an account, you have two minutes, or else you’re out of the company tomorrow, the account number will be sent to you shortly."
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