Originally, Wen Sitong was outside seeking connections to find her daughter, but she suddenly received a call from Yan Haohan. From his words, she learned that sothing seed to have happened to the Yan family, prompting her to rush ho imdiately.
However, before she could return to the Yan household, a second call from Yan Haohan ca through. During the call, he spoke as if he were giving a will, which instantly brought Wen Sitong’s heart to her throat, causing her to rush ho like a madwoman!
Yet, she didn’t expect to co back just a step too late—Yan Haohan was already dead.
Who?
Who killed her husband?
In the mont before Wen Sitong fainted, only this thought remained in her mind.
She didn’t know how much ti passed before Wen Sitong slowly regained consciousness.
Once awake, Wen Sitong imdiately asked, "Where is Haohan, where is Haohan?"
Upon hearing Wen Sitong’s words, everyone fell silent, each looking down and not daring to speak, but instead casting sidelong glances to the side.
Seeing everyone’s reaction, Wen Sitong seed to realize sothing, and with a swift motion, she rose from the sofa!
Imdiately, Wen Sitong saw Yan Haohan lying quietly in the hall.
Seeing Yan Haohan lying there on the ground, Wen Sitong ran toward him frantically.
Upon reaching Yan Haohan’s body, Wen Sitong’s body started to tremble uncontrollably, her eyes turning red, and tears started to blur her vision.
The next mont, Wen Sitong’s trembling body slowly crouched to the ground: "Haohan, you’re... you’re joking with , right?"
At this mont, Yan Haohan’s body had already begun to grow cold, and he was impossible to respond.
Seeing Wen Sitong like this, no one else dared to make a sound.
Now, anyone could see that Wen Sitong was incredibly grief-stricken and unwilling to accept the reality. If anyone spoke at this ti, it would undoubtedly be courting death.
Consequently, Wen Sitong slowly lifted Yan Haohan from the ground, and at that mont, tears began to fall from her eyes!
At this mont, Wen Sitong had no choice but to accept the fact, to accept the fact that Yan Haohan was dead.
For a ti, Wen Sitong hugged Yan Haohan and silently sobbed.
She didn’t know how much ti passed before Wen Sitong suddenly spoke: "Who exactly, who killed Haohan?"
At this mont, Wen Sitong’s voice sounded incredibly hoarse and low, charged with venom and bloodlust, making anyone who heard it feel a chill in their heart!
"It was... it was Ye Xunhuan!"
Ye Xunhuan!
After hearing these three words, Wen Sitong’s eyes emitted a fierce and malicious light: "Ye Xunhuan, I, Wen Sitong, will not rest until you are dead!"
As she spoke, an icy killing intent imdiately spread from Wen Sitong’s body.
It must be known that Wen Sitong is the daughter of the protector Wen Yunfeng, not an ordinary person. Now that Ye Xunhuan has crippled her son, ruined her daughter, and killed her husband, the killing intent radiating from Wen Sitong erupted completely, like a volcanic eruption, extraordinarily intense!
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After Ye Xunhuan sent Wei Zixu to the hospital, he imdiately notified Wei Zhenxing and Jiao Lanxin, causing the couple to rush frantically to the hospital after learning that their son had been rescued by Ye Xunhuan.
In a luxurious ward of Beijing Hospital, Wei Zixu was wrapped in nurous bandages, looking like a mummy.
Upon seeing Wei Zixu in this condition, Wei Zhenxing and Jiao Lanxin felt a sharp pain in their hearts.
Understandably, because Wei Zixu is their son, and although this son is quite naughty, he is their pride and joy. Now that Wei Zixu is in this state, how could they, as parents, not feel heartbroken?
"Zixu, you... you are..." Jiao Lanxin’s eyes imdiately turned red, as if tears would fall with just a blink.
"Mom, I’m fine!" Wei Zixu forced a grin, full of indifference. "Thanks to Ye Xunhuan this ti; otherwise, I don’t know how that old nun would have tortured !"
After hearing Wei Zixu’s words, Jiao Lanxin imdiately focused on Ye Xunhuan, her eyes filled with displeasure.
Understandably, Wei Zixu beca this way because of Ye Xunhuan.
"It’s what he should do. If it weren’t for him, how could you’ve ended up like this?" Jiao Lanxin said with displeasure.
Ye Xunhuan didn’t mind Jiao Lanxin’s attitude; instead, he maintained a polite smile.
"Mom, how can you bla Ye Xunhuan? I was the one who insisted on going after Yan Jingchu with him!" Wei Zixu said, dissatisfied: "This is all my fault, don’t bla him!"
"I..."
"Alright!" Wei Zhenxing suddenly interrupted Jiao Lanxin and then turned to Ye Xunhuan, saying, "Xunhuan, I hope you don’t mind calling you that?"
"Uncle Wei, you’re too kind!" Ye Xunhuan replied very courteously and humbly.
"Then I’ll call you Xunhuan." Wei Zhenxing said very gently, "Thank you for what you did for Zixu this ti. If it weren’t for you, who knows what might have happened to Zixu!"
"Exactly, exactly!" Wei Zixu imdiately chid in: "Dad, you should thank Ye Xunhuan properly for . It’s hopeless relying on my mom, that long-haired narrow-minded woman!"
Jiao Lanxin wasn’t angry about being called long-haired and narrow-minded by Wei Zixu in public; she knew her son’s character better than anyone.
However, Jiao Lanxin still snorted coldly!
"Xunhuan, don’t mind your aunt!"
"Uncle Wei, you’re too kind," Ye Xunhuan replied politely: "Aunt Jiao is just concerned for Wei Zixu; otherwise, she wouldn’t be like this, I understand!"
"Besides, Aunt Jiao isn’t wrong. If it weren’t for , Wei Zixu wouldn’t have ended up like this. I should be the one to apologize to you!"
Saying this, Ye Xunhuan bowed to Wei Zhenxing to express his apology.
Seeing this, a subtle hint of approval flashed in Wei Zhenxing’s eyes.
To be neither arrogant in victory nor discouraged in defeat, and to remain unfazed, just by this steadiness, Ye Xunhuan could surely rank among the top three in the younger generation!
At least, that was what Wei Zhenxing thought, and at that mont, he didn’t think it was a bad thing for his son to befriend Ye Xunhuan!
The next mont, Wei Zhenxing quickly helped Ye Xunhuan up: "No need to be so formal and distant, your mother and I grew up together and have been friends for many years. If you act so distant, aren’t you slapping my face?"
anwhile, after Wen Sitong ca out of her grief, she imdiately contacted her father, Wen Yunfeng. She wanted Ye Xunhuan dead, and she wanted it now!
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