Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
[Consider me, on the premise of marriage.]
Qiao Aiyun stared at the message, stunned for a long time. Then she scrolled down again and saw more messages.
[Iâm serious.]
[Iâll treat you well in the future.]
[I will learn things I donât know. If you donât like something, Iâll change it if you tell me.]
â¦
He sent more than 10 messages.
She frowned slightly.
Did he drink too much? Or was his phone stolen?
This isnât his style at all.
She frowned and replied. [Is it really you?]
Yan Wangchuan was sitting on the hotel sofa with his arms crossed. His expression was serious as he stared at his phone with the volume turned to maximum. His dark eyes stared at the phone without blinking, afraid that he would miss a call or message.
He hadnât expected the message he was waiting for to be this.
He narrowed his eyes and replied. [Iâm Yan Wangchuan.]
Qiao Aiyun: [Did you drink too much?]
Yan Wangchuan took a few deep breaths. [No.]
Then there was no more conversationâ¦
This made Yan Wangchuan feel a little defeated.
He had consulted a lot of people regarding this matter and had even looked up a lot of information online.
Many people said that they would prepare flowers or gifts to tell her in person. But in this situation, if the other party didnât like you or rejected you in person, everyone would be very awkward. If it was serious, it was possible that they wouldnât even be friends in the future.
Yan Wangchuan directly rejected this idea.
The latter method was to use a tactful way to sound her out.
He had also asked Fu Chen about this.
Fu Chen said, âGiven the current relationship between you two, itâs not safe to make things clear directly. Be more tactful and let her consider it. Donât push her too hard, and give both sides a way out. Give her some space and let her understand that youâre waiting for her.â
What Fu Chen meant was for him to say it in person and express himself with some flair. He didnât know that Yan Wangchuanâs so-called tact was actually sending messages.
***
After sending the message, Qiao Aiyun put on her clothes and ran downstairs.
She thought that with Qiao Wangbeiâs temper, he would definitely throw away Song Jingrenâs clothes. But she didnât expect him to rush to the Song Group and beat Song Jingren up.
She didnât know how it was going now.
By the time she rushed downstairs, the first floor was brightly lit, and there was the sound of cooking in the kitchen.
She quickly walked over. Qiao Wangbei was cutting vegetables with his head lowered. When he saw her out of the corner of his eye, he even smiled. âI was about to go upstairs to call you. Get ready to eat. I made some dough drop and vegetable soup and will just have to stir-fry some vegetables.â
âBig Brother, you went to find Song Jingren?â Qiao Aiyun looked hesitant.
âI just returned the things to him,â Qiao Wangbei said nonchalantly. âI also chatted with him in passing.â
Qiao Aiyun took a deep breath.
âWhy? Did he complain to you?â He swung the kitchen knife in his hand.
âNo.â
âDonât tell me youâre still worried about him?â Qiao Wangbei raised his eyebrows.
âOf course not. Iâve long seen through many matters that happened previously. His life, death, wealth, and honor have nothing to do with me. Iâm just worried that since you rushed over and beat him up, heâll cause you trouble again. Iâm afraid youâll get sued.â
âHe doesnât have time to bother with me. Heâs busy.â Qiao Wangbei smiled.
Qiao Aiyun walked over and helped him pick the vegetables. âWhat do you mean?â
âWhen the three people who came to the house to cause trouble this morning were at the police station, didnât we leave a number with each other? I called them and said that Song Jingren used them as a tool and deliberately got them to come and ask about the manor.â
Qiao Aiyun was stunned. Her fingers exerted force, and the vegetable was snapped in half.
âThose scumbags didnât get any benefits from us, so theyâll definitely extort Song Jingren.
âHow would they know about the Song Groupâs current situation? Anyway, in their hearts, Song Jingren is a rich man and also their relative. Theyâll just make a scene.
âThose people are all unreasonable and shameless. Theyâre not afraid of losing face, but the Song Group canât take any more trouble. In order to pacify them, even if Song Jingren is unwilling, heâll have to borrow money to get rid of them.â
In Qiao Aiyunâs heart, her brother had always been outspoken and straightforward. Ever since the divorce incident, when he had taken decisive action in a complex situation, she finally realized that Qiao Wangbei also knew how to scheme.
This time, it was even more so.
He even knows how to play dirty?
âThe Song Group isnât at the stage where it needs to borrow money yet, right?â Qiao Aiyun thought of the last time she had seen him. He was clearly still driving a luxury car and wearing a name brand watch.
âBullshit. He was just pretending to be well-off. I went to the Song Group today. More than half of the employees have run away, and the rest are staying for their pay.
âNo bank in all of Yuncheng is willing to lend them money. If this continues, theyâll starve.
âHeâs just holding on desperately. If he loses even this bit of face, haâ¦â Qiao Wangbei shook his head.
Qiao Aiyun chuckled gently.?What does this have to do with me anyway?
âBy the way, Aiyun, Aunt Yan came over today. What did she say to you in private?â Qiao Wangbei raised his eyebrows.
âWe just chatted casually.â She lowered her head and continued cleaning the vegetables.
âWhat do you think of Senior Brother?â
Upon hearing this, Qiao Aiyun felt a headache coming on. âBig Brother, I just got divorced, and I still have a lot of things to deal with, so letâs not talk about this.â
âSo what if you just got divorced? I didnât ask you two to get married immediately.â
âIâm not a young lady in my teens anymore. Iâve been married, and I even have a child. I have to take Wanwan into account too. I know that Senior Brother treats me well, but my current situation⦠will only burden him.â
âYouâve already been a burden for more than twenty years.â Qiao Wangbei snorted lightly.
Qiao Aiyun blushed.
âIâm telling you the truth. Senior Brother is stubborn and has a one-track mind. Heâs extremely obstinate. If you donât want him, heâll end up entering a nursing home in his later years.â
Qiao Aiyun lowered her head and kept quiet.
âIâm also worried to death watching him. Iâve never seen someone so slow-witted. Heâs done everything, yet heâs still short of confessing to you? What does he mean by leaving it hanging in midair, half-dead?â
âHe did say it,â Qiao Aiyun whispered.
âHe said it? When? Why donât I know?â
âHe sent messages.â
Bang!?Qiao Wangbei suddenly slammed the kitchen knife on the chopping board.
What era is this? Texting? Is he even sincere?
Iâll have to have a chat with him later.
***
Meanwhile, at the Song Groupâ¦
Song Jingren had finally managed to collect 100,000 yuan and hand it to his third uncle to barely make them leave. He had just been beaten up by Qiao Wangbei, so his whole body hurt. When his relatives had come to cause trouble, it drove him crazy.
But he was still within the company. Even though he was furious, he didnât dare vent it. It made his brain ache.
He had initially planned to let these poor relatives go and cause trouble while he took the opportunity to be a hero and save the beauty. After so many years, he knew that Qiao Aiyun was soft-hearted and had a lot of considerations. She might be touched, and there would still be room for reconciliation between the two of them.
Even though the Song Group was already on the verge of collapsing, since the Qiao family had relations with the Jing family, it would be too easy to make a comeback.
Alas, plans couldnât keep up with changes, and Yan Wangchuan was one step ahead of him.
âDamn it!â Song Jingren thought of his scheme that someone else had snatched away before him, and he was so annoyed that he nearly vomited blood.
âPresident Song.â Secretary Zhang opened the door and entered. He had gone to help when Song Jingren had been struggling with his relatives just now, and there were still a few bloody traces on his face now.
âHow was it? Did you find out?â Song Jingren reached out to pull at his messy hair.
âYes, Miss took a plane overseas on the 31st. The return flight will arrive in Yuncheng on the night of the 2nd.â
âOkay.â Since Qiao Aiyun was useless, he could only seek help from Song Fengwan. The Qiao family doted on her a lot. If she stood on his side, everything could still turn around.
âAccording to the airlineâs staff, one of the men traveling with her was holding a Buddhist prayer bead bracelet⦠According to the description of his figure, heâs probably the third master of the Fu family.â
Song Jingrenâs fingers, which were tugging at his hair, paused slightly. âFu Chen treats her so well?â
If they didnât have a good relationship, who would bring a wholly unrelated child overseas with them?
âIâm not too sure. Miss stayed at Third Master Fuâs house for a long time, so they probably have a good relationship.â
Song Jingren clenched his fists and pounded the table fiercely.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
He had been wondering why Fu Chen suddenly targeted him. He had thought that the Fu family was still blaming Jiang Fengya for plotting against Fu Yuxiu. In the end, Song Fengwan was the cause.
Damn it!
To think I pinned all my hopes on Jiang Fengya.
If not for her, I wouldnât have ended up in such a plight.?The more he thought about it, the angrier he became.
âDo you know the specific flight information?â
âYes, the plane tickets were booked a few days ago. I already got someone to check the information.â
â¦
Song Fengwan was now his last straw of hope.
***
On the other sideâ¦
Yan Wangchuan had dinner with his mother before taking her back to her room to rest. He then returned to his room to continue being depressed.
He was still annoyed.?Why didnât Aiyun reply to my messages? Is this a form of rejection?
At this moment, the doorbell rang. He looked through the peephole. It was Qiao Wangbei.?Why is he here so late at night?
The moment the door opened, he lunged at him with a knifeâ¦
âYan Wangchuan, you sent messages to confess? You stupid fool, have your brains been squashed by a door? Youâre really a stone in a cesspit. Youâre stinky and tough! Youâre simply hopelessâ¦â
Yan Wangchuan raised an eyebrow, waved his hand, and pushed him out directly.
Bang!?The door closed.
Qiao Wangbei was dumbfounded.
He knocked on the door. âIf you really want to be with Aiyun, talk to me.â
Only then did Yan Wangchuan open the door. âIf you continue being rude, Iâll throw you out.â
Qiao Wangbei tightened his grip on the carving knife in his hand..?He can still put on the airs of a senior brother at a time like this? Impressive.