Yang Jinxuan looked at Yang Jinhan with eyes full of disappointment: "Even the law is not without human sentiment. If Nangong Jue hadn't been so ruthless, would Mengmeng have come to this?"
Yang Jinhan frowned. His older brother's behavior was exactly the same as in his dream. He would do anything for Yan Zimeng. As long as it was Yan Zimeng's wish, he would not care about anything, even the lives of his own family. He couldn't help but sigh: "Brother, if you continue like this, you will regret it one day."
"I love her, and I will definitely save her. I will not let anyone who hurts her get away with it." After saying this, Yang Jinxuan turned around, got into his car, and sped away.
Yang Jinhan watched the car disappear into the sea of traffic on the road, his eyes dark. He originally didn't want to care about the things in his dream, but the development of reality kept overlapping with the dream, so he would definitely not let it develop. Since God had given him a mission, he would cherish his life and do what he wanted to do.
He had already tried to persuade his elder brother, but since he wouldn't listen, he shouldn't blame him for not showing brotherly affection.
"Yang Er, let's go." Wu Ya called out.
Yang Jinhan then composed himself and got into the car.
"Ah Han, you still need to persuade Brother Yang. We can't let a heartless woman ruin our brotherhood, can we?" Hao Kai glanced at Yang Jinhan. "To be honest, I never imagined she could be this crazy..."
"I know, I will try my best to persuade them," Yang Jinhan sighed, but he knew it was useless.
Le Yao was actually worried. Even though these weren't plot points from the book, she could guess that Han Guosheng's driver wouldn't survive, and as for Yan Zimeng, with Yang Jinxuan around, things might also change.
Her fears were confirmed as soon as she got home.
During the escort from the courthouse, Zhao Gang suddenly broke free of his guards and crashed into a wall, instantly splattering his brains.
Zhao Gang is the driver, Lao Zhao.
Le Yao wasn't surprised. Since Han Guosheng had chosen Lao Zhao as a scapegoat, he would definitely leave no loose ends. In this world, only the dead can keep secrets, and only the dead cannot recant their confessions.
Le Yao didn't know when Qiao Qiao came back. Anyway, she didn't come over for dinner that night, but she came over early the next morning and ate a lot like a starving ghost.
Le Yao didn't ask her what had happened between her and Lu Min'an. After all, it was her private matter. If she wanted to talk about it, she would. If she didn't want to talk about it, asking would only put her in a difficult position.
Qiaoqiao didn't mention her own affairs. After finishing her meal, she took Leyao out to digest. As soon as they stepped outside, she asked, "I heard Old Zhao died?"
Le Yao nodded.
“Baby, he’s dead, so be it. Since he chose to atone for his sins, then… he should be prepared to die.”
Le Yao shook her head: "Qiao, I'm not sad. Besides, it's good for me if South Korea doesn't win, since I haven't sold my shares yet. What I'm actually worried about is Yan Zimeng."
"What are you worried about her for? Suicide? Someone like her wouldn't commit suicide. As for escaping... it's not that easy."
“Qiao, you’re familiar with the capital. Why don’t you think anyone from the Yan family has stepped forward?” Le Yao sat down on a bench in the garden. Yan Zimeng is in such a state, yet the Yan family hasn’t made a move. It’s too strange.
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