Chapter 107 Stabbing Her in the Heart
Jiang Chengli took Jiang Zhenzhu to a personal image design studio and began a makeover for her, from her hair to her toenails.
Jiang Zhenzhu was uneasy, letting several people surround her, gesturing and looking her over, pinching her face, pinching her arms, and then disdainfully tossing her frizzy long hair that had no style.
Jiang Chengli was communicating with designer Aisen and offered many suggestions.
Eisen frowned his delicate eyebrows. "Mr. Jiang, if I may be so bold, your niece is not suited to this gentle and charming style. She is not a delicate flower in a greenhouse, but more like a wildflower that grows tenaciously in the field. She may not be pretty, but she is full of vitality, can withstand wind and rain, and has her own kind of beauty."
Jiang Chengli insisted, "Just listen to me. The young girl is full of love and wants to become the kind of person her sweetheart likes."
"So, Miss Jiang, is that what you mean too?" Eisen turned to look at Jiang Zhenzhu.
She looked at Jiang Chengli, who had a confident expression, and nodded. "Yes, Mr. Eisen."
"Alright then, we respect the guest's opinion."
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Yan Songyu went on a business trip out of town these past two days, but actually, she went there to avenge Feifei and Zhou Mu.
She didn't believe in coincidences, so after more than half a month of investigation, she finally identified the suspect as Song Lifan.
After being rescued, Song Lifan lost the use of his legs. He always resented Yan Songyu for not helping him when he was dying, and he resented her for taking the patent in a way that was almost outright robbery. As a result, his father beat him half to death again when he was still seriously injured, leaving him to fend for himself.
He would have died long ago if his mother's friend hadn't saved him and sent him back to his maternal grandparents' home in Yancheng.
His hatred for Yan Songyu had surpassed that for his vicious stepmother, and he dared not forget it for a moment.
Yan Songyu ruined him, so even if he couldn't kill her, he would stab her in the heart. Thus, Feifei became his easiest target. However, Yan Songyu protected her perfectly. He had been watching Yan Feifei for two years before finding the right opportunity, but unfortunately... a young girl ruined everything.
After hanging up Feifei's call, Yan Songyu looked at her assistant Chen Jin, who was waiting to the side, and asked, "Have you made arrangements with Dr. Jiang?"
"Everything is arranged, Chairman Yan." Chen Jin nodded.
"Mr. Jiang is a kind and skilled doctor, highly respected for his virtue. Why did he agree so easily?"
Yan Songyu leaned back in her chair, hoping nothing unexpected would happen.
Chen Jin's smile seemed measured, even the curve of his lips was the same every time. "No matter how kind-hearted and skilled you are, or how virtuous and respected you are, you can't help it if your children are not good enough. When you get old, you tend to soften your heart and long for family happiness and a house full of children and grandchildren."
“That’s true.” Yan Songyu tapped the table lightly. “Alright, you’ve worked hard these past two days. Go back and rest. I’ll give you a few days off when we get back to Haishi.”
She wanted to call Feng Yu to thank him for the timely message, which allowed her to exploit Mr. Jiang's weakness.
“Chairman Yan, I don’t need to take a vacation.” Chen Jin stared at Yan Songyu.
He still dreamed of working diligently for ten years like Assistant Jiang, and then rising to the position of general manager, even with stock dividends. If he lost the general manager position, he could become the president of a branch office, which wouldn't be bad either.
"Fine, whatever you say." Yan Songyu said helplessly. Even she, the chairperson, couldn't keep up with her assistant's enthusiasm for work.
Chen Jin is now Ruixin's most famous workaholic. He is ruthless, loveless, and socially indifferent. His aura of loneliness has deterred the young women in the company who are interested in him.
Yan Songyu had repeatedly urged Chen Jin to take a break, because she was really afraid that one day she would wake up to a headline that read: "Chief Assistant to Chairman of Ruixin Group Dies of Overwork!"
After sending Chen Jin to rest, Feng Yu called, "Songyu, are you done with your work?"
His voice was filled with tenderness, and Yan Songyu's eyes unconsciously lit up with a smile, "You'll be back tomorrow."
"Then shall I come pick you up?"
"I've heard that many beauties have been throwing themselves at you lately. Do you have time?"
Feng Yu chuckled, "Feifei's report to you should have made things clear. I didn't let her get close. She's just an immature little girl. I didn't give her any illusions. I even gave Xiao Zhao a bonus to thank him for protecting my innocence."
"Alright, I'll trust you for now. I was just about to call you. Your message came at the right time; Mr. Jiang has already agreed. Otherwise, I would have had to find another way and take the risk."
"Fifth Brother gave it to me. We'll treat him to a meal together another day."
“Okay.” Yan Songyu agreed. This was a big favor. “Master Xu’s information network is really good. He always provides help at crucial moments.”
Although the Xu family is not as powerful as the Yan, Fu, and Jiang families on the surface, their influence behind the scenes is hard to say.
The entertainment venues in Shanghai and even several nearby cities should already be under the control of the Xu family. Otherwise, how could he know about the drunken ramblings of Mr. Jiang's son in Ningcheng's den of iniquity?
After two years of recuperation, Song Lifan's health has fully recovered.
He never gave up hope of a cure, so his legs are very well maintained, with no signs of muscle atrophy.
As the saying goes, perseverance pays off. Song Lifan finally learned about the renowned traditional Chinese medicine doctor, Mr. Jiang, through his uncle and excitedly rushed to Ningcheng.
Before retiring, Mr. Jiang had cured a leg injury that was even more serious than his own. With hope of recovery, Song Lifan became much more energetic. Even if he couldn't fully recover, he was happy as long as he could stand up and get rid of his wheelchair.
Yan Songyu's car was parked outside the Jiang family's house, watching as Song Lifan was pushed through that dark, heavy door—his other abyss.
"Let's go back to Haishi."
Yan Songyu was preparing to happily return to Haishi to await good news, but halfway there she received an angry phone call from Yan Binghua and was scolded.
"So that's why you extended our original travel plans and even brought up your mother's wish to travel around the world as a pretext. It turns out Feifei got injured. You dared to hide such a big thing from me. You've really grown up now, haven't you?"
Yan Songyu said helplessly, "Dad, I was sure Feifei was fine, just a scratch, that's why I didn't tell you."
"You finally managed to get in touch with an old friend so we could go on a trip together. I'm doing this for your own good. Otherwise, if you were thousands of miles away and suddenly heard about Feifei's injury, wouldn't you be so worried that you'd fall ill?"
“Whether it’s a minor injury or not, you shouldn’t have kept it from me.” Yan Binghua didn’t accept this reasoning.
"Grandpa, I told Mom not to tell you. I wanted you to have fun." Feifei's voice came from the phone.
Clearly, Yan Binghua was already in her hospital room.
When Yan Songyu returned to Haishi and rushed to the hospital, Yan Binghua was fussing over the two young girls, and he noticed that Yan Songyu's eyes and nose looked strange.
Feng Yu received a questioning look from Yan Songyu and whispered, "Uncle Yan came back suddenly and went straight to the hospital. He must have gotten the news from somewhere else."
"Dad, you..."
"Hmph!" Yan Binghua turned around. "Feifei and Mumu, do you want to eat apples? Grandpa will peel them for you."
Yan Songyu sighed and obediently admitted her mistake, "Dad, I was wrong. I will definitely let you know immediately if anything happens next time."
Yan Binghua glared at him, "Next time?"
"There will be no next time. Our family will always be safe, healthy, and live to be a hundred years old!"
Zhou Mu was more receptive to Yan Binghua's enthusiasm than Yan Songyu, perhaps because of his gesture of covering her eyes once.
"Don't look, child."
That kind and gentle voice pulled her out of her terrifying, crimson dreams countless times.
Yan Binghua insisted on staying at the hospital to take care of the two children, and Yan Songyu had no choice but to go with him.
On the way home, Yan Songyu told Feng Yu about Song Lifan, "We were going to let him off the hook for now, but he actually dared to set his sights on Feifei. He really doesn't know what he's getting himself into."
“Song Lifan is a ruthless person, a born cold-blooded scoundrel. Although he is only 12 years old, he is ruthless. Not long after he was rescued, his stepmother fell downstairs and miscarried. She even had her uterus removed. Although they did not find out that it was him, he was still beaten half to death.”
Feng Yu sighed as he spoke, "Song Lifan was not even 11 years old at the time, "and..."
"What else?" Yan Songyu couldn't help but prick up her ears.
"Moreover... Fifth Brother said that someone bought a large quantity of male sterilization drugs from him, which changed hands several times before finally ending up in Song Lifan's hands. President Song has recently been keeping several young models, seemingly trying to create more, but it seems he won't be able to succeed."
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