Zhuang Mingyue stared at him intently, not knowing what she was thinking until she walked out of Zhan Yan's gentle eyes, supported the bed with her hands, sat up, and wiped away her tears with her palms, "No, it's just dust in her eyes."

I feel a little uncomfortable."

With his rippling eyes lowered, Zhan Yan glanced at the marks on her neck, "...Every time you lie, you dare not look directly into my eyes. Ming Yue...are you so afraid of me?"

"If it's because of Ying Yueyao, I...won't let her come here in the future, okay?"

Zhuang Mingyue replied coldly: "It has nothing to do with her."

"Still, do you still care about me marrying Ying Yueyao?"

Zhan Yan wanted to see something from her and found clues, but there was nothing in her eyes.

Zhuang Mingyue said without thinking: "Zhanyan! I don't care who you marry!"

"From beginning to end, I have only loved one person. It was him before, but now...my mind will never change."

One sentence completely angered Zhan Yan, his eyes became terrifying for no reason, and the cold aura on Zhan Yan became stronger and stronger. If it had been before, he might have taken action.

When Zhuang Mingyue saw him raising his hand, he immediately closed his eyes in fear. Zhan Yan raised his hand in the air and immediately regained his senses.

Just... what on earth was he doing!

Zhan Yan glanced at his hand and put it down again, "Don't let me hear you say these words next time, Mingyue... you know brother, you can do anything!"

"Did you hear that?"

Zhuang Mingyue opened her eyes tremblingly and fearfully, lowered her head and said nothing. The next second... her chin was pinched, she raised her head, Zhan Yan's eyes narrowed dangerously, "Speak to me!"

Zhuang Mingyue raised her thin lips and uttered a few words, "I...I know."

"From now on, you'd better forget all those bad things from the past little by little. If I know you still have those extra thoughts, I wouldn't mind giving him a ride myself. This time... I promise,

He...will never have such good luck again!"

"I can't do it anymore, don't do this!" Zhuang Mingyue grabbed his hand, her eyes full of anxious pleading.

Zhan Yan smiled like a devil and reached out to touch her delicate face. She was like a delicate rose that should be kept in a greenhouse. "Then be obedient and don't go anywhere again."

But Zhuang Mingyue didn't know that the more she cared about Jiang Yushu's life and death, somewhere in Zhan Yan's heart would become completely weightless, and Zhan Yan would eradicate all unsightly existences.

Until someone knocked on the door, "Sir, Miss Ying needs to see you for something!"

"Yeah." Zhan Yan responded with a lukewarm response.

Zhanyan slammed the door and left. Zhuang Mingyue was still frightened and couldn't calm down for a long time. She just said such words without hesitation...

Outside the room, Ying Yueyao looked at the man in front of her with an anxious and worried face.

Ying Yueyao: "Can we find a quiet place to talk alone?"

In the study room.

Zhan Yan sat on the sofa, his heart filled with irritability. He took out a cigarette and threw it in his mouth, "What's the matter? Tell me!"

Ying Yueyao: "You should have guessed the purpose of my coming this time. I know you want the Jiang family's old house. If you want it, you can tell me and I can give it to you!"

"Mrs. Jiang's matter, Zhan Yan... you really went too far."

"Last night you placed Old Mrs. Jiang's coffin outside Ying's house. Mom... was really angry, not to mention the loss of two lives..."

Two corpses?

The other one died too?

Zhanyan really doesn't know this.

"And..." Ying Yueyao pursed her lips and said hesitantly: "Mom sent Old Mrs. Jiang to the crematorium in your name. A funeral ceremony will be held for Old Mrs. Jiang in seven days. Do you know what will happen in seven days?

Days?"

Zhan Yan raised his eyelids and looked at her: "What day."

"Seven days are not suitable for burial at all. If you have a funeral on this day, you will turn into a ghost after death..."

Zhan Yan interrupted her with a sneer, "Why...you thought I was the one who killed you?" He put the cigarette butt in his hand out in the ashtray and stood up.

Ying Yueyao was in a state of chaos in his encirclement, her heartbeat was pounding, she was incoherent and even speechless, "...I...I didn't! I am your wife, how could I say that you killed someone? Husband and wife are of the same mind.

Yan...I will always be on your side."

"That's enough, stop using ridiculous excuses and stay in Nanyuan Villa. This time I'm doing it for the sake of seeing the bright moon."

Zhanyan turned around and sat down at the desk, "When you're done, let's go out."

"Zhan Yan! I really want you to be well. You know I love you!"

"Get out!" Zhan Yan did not coddle her.

Ying Yueyao gritted her teeth and finished her last sentence, "I know that I am insignificant in your heart. It doesn't matter. You will understand in the future. My mother is thinking of ways to deal with you, Zhanyan...you have to be careful." After she finished speaking,

She left Nanyuan Villa with some sadness and looked at the flowers planted in the yard, which she had carefully taken care of.

In the end, I made wedding dresses for others.

The night Mrs. Jiang died, it was published in the Imperial Capital Daily.

There is only one sentence reporting the date of death and nothing else.

In the corner of the daily newspaper, everyone just shook their heads and sighed...

Thinking back to the time when the Jiang family was a prosperous place and a century-old family business, it has now been turned into a deserted and ruined building.

However, today is also the last time for the Jiang Building to be demolished.

In Wan Lai's quiet study, there was a puff of white mist. Zhan Yan pressed the metal lighter and dialed the phone in his other hand. He sat in the dark, staring at the dancing fire in his hand with his sinister and sharp eyes...

After the call was connected, Zhanyan heard the miserable cry of a man.

Zhan Yan's calm eyes seemed to know what was happening on the phone.

"...It's different from the past. It's time for you to stop."

"Master!" Zhang Lin called him.

Zhang Lin was shrinking in a bloody place, in the most remote and deserted prison in the imperial capital, and he was the ruler of that desolate place.

"Find Jiang Yushu's location and find the right opportunity to kill him."

"Remember! Don't leave any clues!"

Zhang Lin: "Yes, Master."

If Zhang Lin is a cold-blooded and emotionless robot, then Zhan Yan is the master who controls the robot.

Ying family.

Jiang Yushu was notified of critical illness time and time again. In the past few days, she had not slept a wink.

Until... the person on the bed finally woke up and opened his eyes, but there was no reaction...

The doctor came over and said: "... Mr. Jiang should have suffered severe damage to the central nervous system of his brain, resulting in a condition similar to that of a vegetative state, with his facial features closed... I suggest that it is best to go abroad for treatment. Mrs. Ying is really sorry that our hospital is unable to do anything."
Chapter completed!