Chapter 80 Bear the consequences of your actions; act wisely.

Seeing the Wen family's valiant act of cutting off their own arm, Su Zhenting felt a chill run down his spine.

Yan Tingnan's next target will undoubtedly be the Su family!

He suddenly looked at Su Shiwan, whose face was ashen and who was trembling so much she could barely stand.

"President Yan..."

Su Zhenting's throat went dry as he tried to salvage the situation.

"Shiwan is muddle-headed; it's my fault for not disciplining her properly!"

"She was also misled..."

Yan Tingnan turned her gaze to Su Zhenting.

"Bewitchment?"

"Mr. Su, the evidence of hiring someone to destroy the painting is irrefutable. How can you dismiss it as 'muddled'?"

He twirled the sandalwood beads, his tone flat and indifferent.

"Springtime is gone" is my mother's posthumous work, and it is priceless.

"Su Ruan was injured while protecting the painting, and was a staff member of Qingyan."

"Su Shiwan, you crossed my bottom line and touched my sore spot."

"President Yan!"

Su Zhenting suddenly looked up, his old face flushed red.

"Let's settle this privately! Let's settle this privately!"

He stepped forward hastily, as if grasping at a straw.

"I am willing to give everything I own to compensate Su Ruan and Qing Yan for their losses!"

"If only you would show mercy and spare Shi Wan and the Su family this time!"

"Going bankrupt?"

Yan Tingnan repeated those four words, his eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses deep and tinged with mockery.

"Mr. Su, do you think I care about the meager assets of your Su family?"

"How much shady stuff is tainted with the Su family's money? How much of its wealth is tainted by exploitation and ruthless exploitation?"

"Use it to atone for your daughter's sins? To atone for the sins your Su family has committed?"

"Do you think that's enough?"

"The justice that I, Yan Tingnan, seek can never be bought with money."

“Your daughter, Su Shiwan, hired someone to destroy my loved ones’ belongings and hurt my people. The evidence against her is irrefutable.”

"Where she should go to repent is up to the law to decide."

Yan Tingnan's voice wasn't loud, but it was like a heavy hammer, announcing the Su family's fate.

"Those who deserve to serve time in jail will not be spared a single day."

"No debt that needs to be settled can be escaped."

"Mr. Su."

He finally looked at Su Zhenting, whose face was deathly pale.

Instead of thinking about how to go bankrupt to buy something impossible, think about how to use what little you have left to hire a good lawyer.

"Perhaps, this will allow your daughter to suffer less inside."

Su Zhenting felt dizzy and his vision blurred.

His cloudy eyes scanned the entire room urgently, finally landing on Su Ruan as if grasping at the last straw.

"Ruanruan! Ruanruan, say something for your father!"

He staggered toward Su Ruan, his posture so humble it was almost invisible.

"Your father was confused before and mistreated you!"

"Everything in the Su family is yours, Dad!"

"Shares! Real estate! Cash!"

"If only President Yan could be lenient and let Shi Wan go..."

He was panting heavily when he offered the highest price he could think of.

Cen Xue also seemed to wake from a dream, crying and pleading.

"Ruanruan! Your sister can't go to jail!"

"We're family! Even if we're broken, our bones are still connected!"

He was rambling incoherently, and all that remained now was a desperate plea.

Su Ruan lowered her eyes, looking at her biological parents who had once looked down on her.

His current state of disarray and pleading resembled an absurd drama.

There was a time when they were stingy with even a little bit of warmth towards her.

Now, however, he's begging for her hand in hand just to protect Su Shiwan and that filthy money bag.

In my memory, they were always high and mighty.

To her, there was only cold scrutiny and harsh denigration.

And that phrase he often uses: "shameful."

They never showed her any care, never acknowledged her worth.

Now that the building is about to collapse and his foundation is in danger, he finally thought of his family.

Does this remind you of the saying "even if bones are broken, the tendons still connect"?

They weren't asking for her forgiveness as their daughter.

They were asking Yan Tingnan to show leniency.

What he sought was merely to prolong the life of the Su family's foundation!

How ironic!

Su Ruan's lips slowly curved into a smile.

There was no anger, no excitement, only calm and detachment.

"Bear the consequences of your own actions; act accordingly."

Su Ruan raised her eyes, her gaze passing over them, and looked at the Buddha in the main seat who controlled life and death.

"President Yan."

Her voice was calm, with a hint of barely perceptible fatigue.

"Clear it however you need to."

"Do business as it is."

Yan Tingnan's lips curled up slightly, and a hint of approval flashed in his eyes.

He admired her clarity of mind and ruthlessness.

Being merciful to the enemy is being cruel to oneself.

He understands.

Her attitude was clear; the rest was up to him.

"Mr. Su, did you hear that?"

He looked at Su Zhenting, whose face was ashen, and his voice was as cold as iron.

"If only you had known this would happen, you wouldn't have done it in the first place."

"A nest of snakes and rats will produce a menace; it's retribution."

"Qingyan's rules: break them once, and you'll have to pay a hundredfold."

"Keep the lawyer's letter safe."

As soon as she finished speaking, the police stepped forward, and with a click, the cold handcuffs locked onto Su Shiwan's wrists.

Su Shiwan let out a shrill scream and was forcibly dragged away.

Su Zhenting collapsed to the ground as if his spine had been ripped out.

Cen Xue threw herself on him, wailing and crying, completely abandoning any semblance of a noblewoman's dignity.

The reporters' cameras greedily documented this complete collapse of the upper class.

The mask of the virtuous is shattered, the foundation of the greedy is overturned, and those who flatter to death reap the bitter fruit of their own actions.

Yan Tingnan stopped looking at the mess on the ground and looked up at the media reporters.

"Today's events involve the Wen and Su families, as well as Qingyan's internal affairs."

"You are all intelligent people. You must know what to report and how to report it."

"If someone tries to take advantage of the situation to grab attention, they will fabricate stories and use their pen to write things they shouldn't."

His gaze slowly swept over each tense face.

"Then you all had better think it over."

"Qingyan's legal team has always been faster than your pens and tougher than your keyboards."

The reporters instantly felt a chill run down their spines and broke out in a cold sweat.

This is a stark warning.

Yan Tingnan wanted them to report the facts, but also wanted them to know how to make choices.

Who should be the main character?

Scandals involving the Wen and Su families.

Who should be the background character?

Inside Qingyan.

It must be crystal clear!

If you dare to write even a single word carelessly, you will bear the consequences!

He wanted to end this farce cleanly, without letting a single drop spill onto what he cherished.

Ruthless, protective of their own, leaving no room for compromise.

"Jinghuai, arrange for someone to escort all the reporters away properly."

"Make sure they can publish their articles safely and smoothly."

"Yes, Mr. Yan," Jing Huai replied.

He stepped forward and calmly finished the conversation for Yan Tingnan.

"Do you understand?"

The reporters nodded frantically, as if pounding garlic.

"Understood! Understood, Mr. Yan!"

Then, Jing Huai gave a look to the security guards.

The reporters, feeling both relieved and terrified, hurriedly left the scene under the protection of security personnel.

The door opened.

Outside the door lies the lingering glow of extravagance; inside, a living hell of utter disgrace and ruin.

Yan Tingnan is like a Buddha; he either doesn't get angry or he doesn't get angry at all.

When angered, the world turns upside down!

Offering flowers before the Buddha is like summoning soldiers in hell.

However, it was all in his mind.

Inside the lounge, only the desperate Wen and Su families remained, along with the indifferent judge.

Yan Tingnan's gaze finally turned slowly to the shadow that had been leaning against the wall, as if its soul had been emptied.

Yan Yunye.

He twirled the sandalwood beads in his hand and walked over with steady steps, stopping a step away from Yan Yunye.

An invisible sense of oppression instantly enveloped the dejected youth.

"Yan Yunye."

"When judging people, use your eyes, but even more importantly, use your heart."

"To be blind once is stupid, but to be blind in heart for a lifetime is to be useless."

His voice was deeper, tinged with disappointment.

"He cannot judge people clearly, nor can he distinguish right from wrong."

"He repeatedly interfered with company projects due to personal impulses, and even condoned those around him to damage Qingyan's core interests."

He raised his hand.

Jing Huai immediately handed over another document.

"Effective immediately, you are relieved of all your positions at Qingyan Group."

"Suspended from duty for self-reflection, awaiting the results of the group's internal review."