Chapter 24 Feng Yu's Accident

"I didn't!" Zhou Yue pushed her mother away forcefully, her eyes bloodshot. "I didn't engage in prostitution. Go ahead and sue me if you want. Do you think I'm afraid of you?"

"You even gave birth to a bastard child, and you still dare to say you didn't have one?"

The mother and daughter started fighting again. Zhou's mother used all her malice to speculate about Zhou Yue, "I think your face was slapped by the wife, so the man you seduced doesn't want you anymore, not even his bastard child."

"Shut up! Are you my mother? How dare you spread such rumors about me?"

"I'd rather it wasn't like that. I don't want a daughter as cold-blooded, heartless, and shameless as you. You almost killed our whole family. I'm here to collect a debt."

While munching on a steamed bun, Zhou Chenglong watched the mother and daughter fight. Seeing that his mother was about to lose, he stuffed the bun into his mouth, clapped his hands, and pulled Zhou Yue back, saying, "Third sister, no matter how wrong Mom is, you can't hit her. Besides, Mom was only upset because of you."

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Zhou's mother straddled Zhou Yue, grabbed her hair and slapped her left and right, then pressed her to the ground and punched and kicked her. "You better give me back the money. You must have made a lot of money in Haishi all these years. Otherwise, even if I can't send you to jail, I'll take you down with me."

Zhou Mu hid under the bed, covering her mouth tightly, afraid to make a sound. She heard her grandmother calling her a bastard. She had heard that word countless times and was no longer hurt by it. But seeing Zhou Yue beaten and covered in blood, she finally couldn't hide anymore...

However, she had only moved slightly when she saw Zhou Yue staring intently at her and shaking her head slightly.

Zhou Mu was momentarily confused. Was he telling her not to leave? Why?

But she couldn't do it, so she climbed out.

Seeing this, Zhou Yue, who was crying from being beaten by her mother, shook her head and shed tears, which also caught Zhou Chenglong's attention. Following her gaze, he saw Zhou Mu crawling out from under the bed.

"Is this my niece?" He released Zhou Yue and walked towards Zhou Mu. "Third sister, my niece takes after you. Although she's a bit dirty, she's quite cute."

Zhou Yue roared, "Don't you dare touch Mu Mu!"

"Third sister, look at what you're saying. She's my niece. Why would I hit her for no reason?" Zhou Chenglong pulled a sticky, melted fruit candy from his pocket. "Here you go. Her name is Mumu, right? This is from your uncle."

Zhou Mu glanced at Zhou Chenglong, then at Zhou Yue who was relieved, before slowly accepting the fruit candy. "Thank you, Uncle!"

Zhou Chenglong patted Zhou Mu's head and said, "Don't be so polite with your uncle."

Zhou Mu handed the candy to his mother, saying, "Grandma, here's some candy for you. Can you please stop hitting my mom?"

"Hmph~ You do have some sense, just like your mother. You'll be a menace in the future." Zhou's mother let go of Zhou Yue, stood up, straightened her clothes, glanced at the candy but didn't take it.

Zhou Mu helped Zhou Yue up and handed her the swelling-reducing and pain-relieving ointment the doctor had prescribed for her some time ago. Zhou Yue looked at the small Zhou Mu in front of her, then at the ointment in her hand, and suddenly laughed—a sarcastic laugh, like retribution…

Zhou's mother and Zhou Chenglong temporarily stayed in the small house that Zhou Yue rented.

"I'll leave when you pay me back. Otherwise, you can support me, or you can even kill your own mother. I'll just wait here."

Looking into her mother's sinister eyes, Zhou Yue felt a chill rise from the bottom of her heart. This was her wretched family, this was her mother who wished she were dead, this was her life that was like a pile of mud!

fortunately!

fortunately!

fortunately!

*

As Yan Songyu looked at the email, she couldn't help but admire Zhao Qi's talent for writing. His words were full of humor, and he described the Zhou family's drama as dramatic and exciting.

Jiang Ping placed a cup of coffee in front of Yan Songyu and asked with a smile, "Mr. Yan, are you in a good mood today?"

She was Yan Songyu's assistant, always by her side. She was very capable at work, and if Yan Songyu hadn't been reluctant to let her go, she could have easily become the head of a branch office.

Yan Songyu took a sip of coffee and pointed to the clear sky outside the French windows. "The weather is nice today!"

Ruixin Building is 492 meters tall, with 101 floors above ground and 3 floors below ground. It is located in the most prosperous financial and trade district of Haishi. It was once the tallest building in Haishi and is now the third tallest building. It integrates offices, hotels and sightseeing. Ruixin's headquarters is located on floors 50 to 83. Yan Songyu's office is on the 83rd floor, where he can almost overlook the entire city of Haishi.

“It’s really good.” Jiang Ping nodded, then got down to business, “President Yan, should we continue to follow up with the curatorial company you asked me to contact before?”

She didn't say it too bluntly. News of Jiang Chengli's car accident had already spread throughout Haishi. As Yan Songyu's confidante, she naturally knew about Jiang Chengli's injured right hand. Is a painter who can't hold a paintbrush still a painter?

The art exhibition that Yan Songyu had planned for him is now probably more of a shock than a surprise.

"Of course we should continue." Yan Songyu looked at Jiang Ping's surprised eyes and explained with rational to cold words: "Jiang Chengli's paintings used to fetch high prices. Now that he can no longer paint, scarcity drives up the price. His paintings will only go up in value. Wouldn't it be a pity to cancel the exhibition?"

She's not planning to divorce him now, but she doesn't want to support him for nothing either. Of course, she wants to make the most of his remaining energy and earn enough for his future living expenses.

"Moreover..." Yan Songyu paused before continuing, "Among the wealthy, there are many who like to appear cultured. The most valuable aspect of an art exhibition that uses the Yan family name is not the paintings hanging on the wall, but the connections we make."

"Okay, I understand."

Jiang Ping left the house carrying the signed documents from Yan Songyu, her mind racing. When she received Yan Songyu's task to contact the curatorial company, she thought the couple had reconciled and that the domineering CEO Yan was going to spoil her husband. But then Jiang Chengli got into a car accident.

She had seen Yan Songyu's care and tolerance for Jiang Chengli during this time, but Yan Songyu's words today stunned her. What kind of love is this?

"Oh, right, Mr. Wu." Yan Songyu patted her head. She hadn't even settled the score with him for taking pictures without her consent. He hadn't even hidden his own tail properly, yet he dared to meddle in other people's business!

Yan Songyu took out her phone and dialed Mr. Wu's number, inviting him to have afternoon tea together the next day.

Summer weather is unpredictable. As soon as Yan Songyu and Feifei got home, a torrential downpour began, accompanied by thunder. Feifei was so frightened that she hid in her mother's arms and dared not move.

"Don't be afraid, Feifei, Mommy's here."

Ring ring—

Yan Songyu glanced at the caller ID: Jiang Ping? Something urgent at the company?

Yan Songyu groaned inwardly. It was bad that Feng Yu wasn't around. Now it was her turn to work overtime. When Feng Yu was around, he was the one who handled these emergencies.

"Hello, this is Yan Songyu."

"President Yan, something's happened to President Feng!" As soon as the call connected, Jiang Ping got straight to the point. "The person who just accompanied President Feng on his business trip called and said that President Feng has gone missing in Beidian Village. The police have already gone there."

"I understand, I'll be right there."

After hanging up the phone, Yan Songyu took Feifei to Yan Binghua's house next door. In order to keep Yan Songyu under his nose, Yan Binghua bought a villa next to the Yan family's house as her new home, which was only 100 meters away.

"Feifei, be a good girl and listen to Grandpa, okay? Mommy has something to take care of."

"Are you going to see Uncle Feng?" Feifei also heard the phone call.

"Um."

"Then Mom, you need to be careful."

Yan Songyu kissed Feifei's forehead, "Mommy will, Mommy will bring lots of people."

Yan Binghua hesitated for a moment, then finally said only, "Be extremely careful!"

Yan Songyu nodded, grabbed her car keys, and left. "I'll handle it, Dad."

Meanwhile, Feng Yu was still desperately trying to escape from the back mountain of Beidian Village. Fortunately, he grew up in the countryside and was quite familiar with the forest.

Suddenly, a beam of light shone on Feng Yu.

"He's here! Quick! We can't let him get away."