Chapter 271 Yan Ai Suspects Feng Jue

"I'm sorry, I really can't help you." Yan Ai said, without any more nonsense, and closed the door directly.

The woman was turned away and her face turned as black as an iron pot.

And this woman was Liang Cong's mother, Han Yubing.

"Madam, how about we think of another way?" said the bodyguard behind Han Yubing.

Han Yubing was very frustrated. "What else can I do?"

Even her own brother, the director of a public security bureau, was helpless. She was just a pampered wife of a wealthy family. What else could she do?

No, she must ask Yan Ai to help persuade Feng Jue to take back his decision, otherwise their Liang family will be finished, and her and her son's status in the Liang family will be in jeopardy.

"You, put the things at the door." Han Yubing said to the two bodyguards behind him with a cold face.

"Yes, ma'am."

The two bodyguards piled the things in front of Yan Ai's door as instructed.

"Let's go."

Han Yubing walked towards the elevator with an impatient look on her face.

The two bodyguards hurried to follow.

After closing the door, Yan Ai returned to the living room to continue packing the things she had just bought, sorting them out, and then made herself a delicious lunch. After eating, she sent a message to Tang Yajun to ask about her progress.

A few minutes later, Tang Yajun replied with a simple message: "I'm processing my discharge. I'll call you back in the evening."

That being said, things should be going smoothly.

So Yan Ai put down her phone, got up and went to the study.

She typed all afternoon, and only stopped to make dinner in the evening.

Around seven o'clock in the evening, she had finished dinner, but Tang Yajun had not called yet.

Yan Ai smiled, then got up and went downstairs to throw away today's kitchen waste.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I opened the door, I was shocked by the gifts piled up at the door.

Yan Ai was speechless and had a headache.

She went downstairs to throw away the garbage first. After coming up, she took a picture of the pile of gifts at the door with her mobile phone and sent it to the property management.

The post also said, "You are the ones who put these people up here. Please ask your property management to send someone up to clean these things up."

With the pictures and text records, she didn't worry that the Liang family would falsely accuse her of accepting these things in the future.

After finishing it, Yan Ai returned to the house and began to think about Zhong Zhuoying’s birthday party next Thursday.

Combined with some information passed to her by her spies during this period, she had a vague feeling that Zhong Zhuoying's false accusation of her father in the previous life was probably related to Feng Jue.

Yan Ai actually hoped that Zhong Zhuoying was a chess piece in Feng Jue's hand, so that she could find a breakthrough from Zhong Zhuoying.

As for the three foreign men, the chances of Feng Jue using them again are extremely slim.

But he will change his strategy. Isn't what the woman just said a strong proof?

In her previous life, no one in the outside world knew about her relationship with Feng Jue until she died.

In this life, too many people have paid attention to her relationship with this man.

Yang Weizhao, Chi Rui, and Academician Gao also knew about it.

Some things are changing quietly, and she must be prepared to respond flexibly at any time.

*

Feng Jue was in a meeting all afternoon today, so he had no time to look at his phone.

After finally finishing work in the evening, he returned to the president's office, turned on his mobile phone, and saw the reminder message sent by the surveillance video on Lake Coast.

There were several reminder messages, proving that Yan Ai went out quite a lot today.

He took a sip of water and curiously clicked on the surveillance video of the key time nodes to watch.

When he saw Yan Ai carrying a heavy bag of things into the house alone, his usually indifferent brows frowned and then relaxed.

He wanted to rush into the video and get it for her, but then he couldn't help but think of the meals Yan Ai had made for him in the past three years. Back then, had she also gone to the supermarket to carefully purchase them like she did today?

Feng Jue watched the little woman busy carrying things back and forth to go home in the surveillance video, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings.