Chapter 407

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

Gu Yuehan sent Wen Xinya off. Si Yiyan stood by the window. Two days ago, a viburnum tree of the same species as that in the Mo Mansion had been planted there. Come next April, clean, pure-white, and gorgeous flowers would blossom.

The viburnum flower was a flower that Xinya liked, and was also his favorite flower.

Gu Yuehan walked over slowly. “Ninth Young Master, news just came from the mental hospital that Shen Mengting has died from suicide due to her hysterical emotions. From this lead, we’ve already found out the mastermind behind it.”

Everything was progressing as the Ninth Young Master predicted. No one could escape the Ninth Young Master’s plotting.

“Who is it?” Si Yiyan suddenly turned back. His tall and elegant stature had a shocking aura as his harsh and cold gaze locked onto Gu Yuehan.

The Ninth Young Master’s gaze was like shattered ice—chilling to the bones, left with nothing but coldness. Gu Yuehan said solemnly, “It’s the boss behind the Black Sunday—Huo Qiuzhen.”

The mysteriousness of the Black Sunday was common knowledge within the circle. Others might not know it, but they knew that the Black Sunday implicated not only the underground powers of Country Z today but also some other powers abroad. It was the gathering place of the most large-scale illegal activities like sale of stolen goods and drugs, as well as drug trafficking. As the Ninth Young Master had influence over both the underground world and the government, the boss behind the Black Sunday, Huo Qiuzhen, had taken the initiative to give the Ninth Young Master 30% of the Black Sunday’s profits. Thus, the Ninth Young Master also had some powers over the Black Sunday.

Si Yiyan’s harsh and unfeeling gaze suddenly turned cold and sharp with a frightening haze and unpredictability. “It’s actually him. What grudges does he have with the Wen Family exactly?”

If the mastermind was Huo Qiuzhen, everything that he had done to Xinya previously made sense. As he was the boss behind the Black Sunday, when Xinya plotted against Yang Chongguang, he had gotten the news firsthand and constructed Yang Chongguang’s death. He had also managed to get off with clean hands regarding the Birds of Paradise incident—such cautiousness was because the Black Sunday must not be exposed.

Gu Yuehan had a cold look. “Huo Qiuzhen has grudges not with the Wen Family, but with Miss Wen.”

Saying which, Gu Yuehan’s expression turned awkward.

“What is it about?” Si Yiyan’s gorgeous brows relaxed gradually, as if momentarily sunken into his hairline. His shocking harshness was brewing slowly—he did not miss that awkward look on that block of ice, Gu Yuehan’s face.

Gu Yuehan’s cold face became even weirder as he murmured, “Huo Qiuzhen has a younger brother by the name of Huo Zhendong. When Miss Wen just returned to the Wen Family, she was brought by her stepsister, Wen Yuya, to the Black Sunday for drinks. Huo Zhendong had ulterior motives towards Miss Wen who had damaged… damaged… his private part! Thus, he had nursed a grudge and cooperated with Ning Shuqian to plot against Miss Wen.”

Such a thing was difficult for any man to speak about, even if he wasn’t the person who was made impotent.

Hearing this, Si Yiyan’s gorgeous brows was filled with deep joy—she was indeed worthy of being the girl that he fancied. His lips curled up into a bone-piercing harsh and cold smile. “I’ve never heard of Huo Qiuzhen having a younger brother. Have you checked this matter thoroughly?”

A younger brother suddenly appearing for Huo Qiuzhen at this time—this matter made him feel inexplicably odd. Since it involved Xinya, he couldn’t afford any carelessness.

Gu Yuehan said, “Ninth Young Master, we’ve already checked thoroughly. Huo Qiuzhen indeed has a younger brother. Huo Qiuzhen has protected him very well—Huo Zhendong has been handed over to a couple to raise him up since he was very young. Huo Zhendong only learned about his identity not long ago as well.”

Si Yiyan frowned slightly. Huo Qiuzhen was a most narrow-minded person who shielded his shortcomings. Thus, it was possible for him to plot against Xinya for his own younger brother. However, due to the Black Sunday’s complicated background behind the scenes making him keep a low profile, it was probable for him to have no choice but to cooperate with Ning Shuqian. However… it would overthrow his speculation previously about there being more than meets the eye for Xinya’s mother’s death and Ning Shuqian having other ulterior motives for marrying into the Wen Family.

Seeing that his eyes were tainted with frost, he asked, “Ninth Young Master, is there a problem?”

“Send someone to continue checking on Huo Qiuzhen’s matters.” Si Yiyan gently stroked the second cufflink on his sleeve with a faraway expression. However, the hazy look deep inside that pair of dark eyes seemed to be able to extinguish all the dazzling glow in the world.

“Yes!” Gu Yuehan could tell the suspicion in his words. He wouldn’t doubt the Ninth Young Master’s judgment.

“Contact the Gu Family and ask them to pick themselves up. The details of the cooperation between the Gu Family and the Black Sunday will be taken over by Jiayuan.” Si Yiyan looked at the gray scene outside the window. The gray clouds in the boundless sky seemed to be ever-changing and gradually thickening. It seemed like… a thunderstorm was about to befall.

Actually wanting to shield the Gu Family—was it an act of extending his love to the ones around her? Gu Yuehan couldn’t guess the thoughts in his mind right now. “Ninth Young Master, what should we do next?”

“Huo, Zhen, Dong!” Si Yiyan’s tongue curled up, flattened, and rolled along with this name, chewing each and every word as his hazy expression changed unpredictably and the soft lines on his lips folded mildly, glowing with a murderous harshness. “Chop him up into pieces and gift them to Huo Qiuzhen.”

He had said previously that if someone dared to bully his love, he would chop off the hand that bullied her. Since Huo Qiuzhen took revenge on Xinya for his brother Huo Zhendong, he would chop Huo Zhendong up.

Gu Yuehan knew that once the Ninth Young Master knew about the Huo Zhendong matter, he would definitely not let Huo Zhendong off, even if all these had happened before the Ninth Young Master knew Miss Wen. “How should we deal with Huo Qiuzhen then?”

Look, it was precisely to deal with the capital city’s underground king who was mysterious and not to be trifled with to everyone else. In the eyes of the Ninth Young Master, he could dictate his life and death at the bat of an eyelid—even in death, he might not even know how did he end up like this.

This was Rex, the king who was out of everyone’s reach.

“Previously, when Xinya was implicated by Miss Jiang’s kidnapping, Superintendent Zhang had helped me quite a bit—hand the information of the Black Sunday to him.” Si Yiyan stuck out his index finger and ran it across the glass of the French windows before him. With each stroke, his jade-like, slender fingers looked brilliantly composed and exquisite with distinct, hard joints. Yet, the movements of his fingertips placed one in terror, as if they had hidden boundless intention to kill.

How many years had the capital city’s scene remained unchanged?

Si Yiyan’s lips curled up into an extremely deep and meaningful smile. Since he had decided to permanently reside in the capital city in the future, then… it was time for the capital city’s scene to evolve, save for the trouble of having reservations about hiding himself every time he acted in the future.

Buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz—

Gu Yuehan looked up suddenly and saw a silver bolt of lightning flash across the sky as if striking towards them. Brightening and dimming in the dark sky, it destroyed the deep, gray scene, instantly creating countless tiny odd splits in the gloomy sky. At that moment, the sky seemed to be about to collapse.

Rumbling followed closely behind! Rumble—

Thunder rolled down from the sky and roared ferociously, like an angered deity striking heaven and earth severely, seeming to cause the sky to fall and the earth to open up, exterminating life.