Mr. Zhan, please stop being abusive, Miss Zhuang has been reborn.

"Emma, ​​you are such a good person. I will make two more bowls of rice when I get back later."

"I don't know her, but I know Sister Wu. Emma's life is miserable. She doesn't have enough to eat. She had an accident before and had surgery, which cost a lot of money. Now she has uremia, and there is no one around to take care of her. , when I went to see her last time, I couldn’t recognize her at all, and I didn’t go to the hospital for treatment even if I had money, saying that I would donate all the money.”

"Now I can only wait at home to die!"

The smile at the corner of Zhuang Mingyue's mouth slowly faded. She was complicit with Zhan Yan and drugged her for more than ten years before she ended up like this. She couldn't be a mother. Zhuang Mingyue would never be able to let go in her life.

A customized pink Bentley drove up and parked in the yard. Zhanyan, wearing an expensive suit, got out of the car tall and tall. When he saw the smiling woman in the courtyard, Zhanyan held it in his hand. He took the keys and walked forward with one hand in his pocket, "What are you talking about? Are you so happy?"

Hearing his voice, Zhuang Mingyue's lips softened again, "It's nothing."

As he approached, there was a musty smell on his body, and an indescribably unpleasant smell.

"Take the child back to the room to rest first." Her voice was very soft. Little Xingxing had already fallen asleep in her arms. Wang Mei took it carefully and left quickly.

The chair made of rattan was large enough to accommodate two people. Zhan Yan sat next to her, held her delicate and smooth fingertips, put them to her lips and kissed them. A breeze blew by, and a charming fragrance floated in. Between his nose.

"What did you have for lunch?"

Zhuang Mingyue didn't look at him and said: "...You don't know everything I do, so why come and ask me."

"I want to hear it from your own mouth."

"We have nothing to talk about. I'm going back to rest." Zhuang Mingyue stood up to leave, but Zhan Yan did not let her go.

"I transferred the blossoming property to your name," he said.

"I do not need."

"Sooner or later you will need it." Zhan Yan's eyes made her refuse. "There's nothing going on in my company recently. I bought you a car. If nothing happens, I can practice with you."

"A car? Why are you thinking of buying me a car? I can't go anywhere except at home, so what's the point of buying me a car! My arm injury hasn't healed yet."

"Then we'll open it after you're well." Zhan Yan put the pink keychain in her hand, "Go and see if you like it."

Zhuang Mingyue pursed her lips and looked at him with stern eyes: "I don't need your things. Zhan Yan, if you give me something, I can only say thank you, but I won't accept it."

"...I don't even want to have that kind of relationship with you. Since you know me, you should know that since I was a child, I have no requirements at all for these material luxuries."

She saw it was the key to a Bentley and it was her favorite color.

The house, the car, and the jewelry he gave were all of the best. Zhuang Mingyue didn't know that Zhan Yan was trying to support her! If she wanted to become his mistress, it was impossible for Zhuang Mingyue to admit their relationship.

Zhuang Mingyue returned the car keys to him, "You'd better give her to the person you belong to. Thank you... for your kindness!"

During the day, Zhuang Mingyue avoided him as much as possible, being indifferent and distant from him.

At night...Zhanyan would drag her to do the most intimate things again.

Zhuang Mingyue was unavoidable, she could only be forced to accept it. Only by accepting it could she lower those around her and suffer the least harm.

She thought Zhan Yanyan was angry when she said these words, but she was not angry when she looked at him. Instead, she hugged Zhuang Mingyue onto her lap with a happy expression. The man raised his clear and smooth jawline and looked up at her. The other hand caressed her long, slightly curled hair, "...Tell me, what kind of relationship do you want to have with me?"

Zhuang Mingyue lowered her long eyelashes like crow feathers and trembled slightly, "I hope that we only have a relationship like family."

Zhan Yan smiled wickedly, "Huh? It's a pity that we are not related by blood."

In addition to the coldness in his eyes, there was also a dark twist, like a beast imprisoned in shackles that had changed beyond recognition and was roaring suppressed.

"It doesn't matter." Zhan Yan glanced at the bruises on his neck. "As time goes by, you will slowly accept it. Then... watch our children grow up."

child? They had no children at all.

That child was fake to begin with.

"Zhan Yan, this child is not ours, it is fake. If you want a child... you and Ying Yueyao can have one. Her child... is your child."

Zhuang Mingyue thought that she had already lived a confused life, but she didn't expect that Zhan Yan would deceive herself and others even more than she did.

"I know you will be angry. This...is the truth."

"Why didn't I realize you were so eloquent before?" Zhan Yan pinched her cheeks and kissed her, restraining but venting his dissatisfaction.

Zhan Yan would rather she be a demented fool, forget everything, and start over with him...

Zhuang Mingyue groaned in pain when he touched the wound, and the movements of his hands became lighter...

The light curtain dimmed on the horizon, and the golden beam of light fell on the two people. From a distance, the tall body of the man holding the petite woman in his arms gave people a visual impact, and the picture had an indescribable feeling. Perfect for sweetness.

At night, it started to drizzle, and there was thunder in the sky.

A Jiang family villa is like a manor castle. The large iron gate is now mottled. A number of black cars followed a Rolls-Royce and drove through the gate. They stopped in the courtyard. A bodyguard held up a hand. The black and spacious umbrella walked to the rear passenger seat. Zhanyan got out of the car, followed by a group of bodyguards. These people were all subordinates who had worked under Zhuang Haisheng before Zeng Jin.

Nowadays, things happening underground are rarely touched upon.

On the surface, they were all a group of well-trained bodyguards and thugs, and some who disobeyed discipline were all sent to the same place.

The umbrella splashes on the umbrella and makes a rhythmless sound...

Heading into the hall at the entrance, headed by Zhan Yan, Mei's mother was wearing white mourning clothes, kneeling on the ground, burning the paper money in her hand, and there was a corpse lying in a transparent ice coffin in another place.

Corpse spots were already exposed on his body. In addition to the smell of burning paper money, there was also the faint smell of corpses in the air.

"The time has not yet come, can't you wait until the old lady is buried and then take away the Jiang family?"

The heavy sound of the leather shoes on the marble, the depression that hit his face, "Don't worry, there are still two hours, I can wait slowly."

Zhan Yan sat aside and looked at the still-new Taishi chair made of pear wood with a comfortable look on his face. After tonight... the Jiang family will completely cease to exist.