Chapter 4 Closing the Door to Beat the Dog
Yan Songyu summoned the housekeeper, Uncle Wang, and asked him to arrange for people to remove all of Jiang Chengli's belongings from the room.
Uncle Wang was well aware of Yan Songyu's current situation. Postpartum depression is very dangerous, so he dared not offer any advice and even urged them to be quick and efficient.
After Jiang Chengli finished bandaging his wound, he returned to find his belongings piled up in the corridor. Without saying a word, he squatted down and slowly began to tidy them up, his eyes unseen by anyone, revealing a deep and unfathomable depth.
When Yan Binghua heard this, he took a look and said, "Chengli, please be more tolerant. Xiaoyu is like this because she is sick. She wasn't like this before. She became like this because she gave birth to your child. Anyone can blame her, but you can't."
Jiang Chengli forced an awkward smile. "I know, Dad. Don't worry too much. Xiaoyu will get better."
Yan Binghua patted him on the shoulder, as if to affirm him.
Home is the warmest haven, and Yan Songyu slept soundly on her first night back home.
After a good night's sleep, she woke up and first went to check on Feifei in the nursery next door. Then she started thinking about how to punish the scumbag and the bitch.
Jiang Chengli is incompetent and arrogant, obsessed with saving face and has an extremely strong sense of self-esteem. In her past life, she cherished his pride, but in this life, she will shatter it bit by bit and trample him into the mud.
Without hesitation, Yan Songyu dialed her assistant Jiang Ping's number. After all, Jiang Ping was suffering from "postpartum depression," so any crazy behavior she did was justifiable.
When training a dog, you might give it a beating and then a treat, but if it's a disobedient dog at home, you can just punish it behind closed doors. Why waste treats?
"Hello, this is Jiang Ping. How is President Yan's health?"
"Much better, Sister Jiang. Change the purpose of my previous meeting with Master Kong to asking for a painting. You go and see him for me, and tell him that I am in postpartum confinement and ask for his understanding."
Kong Lingqi was a famous master of traditional Chinese painting, and countless students wanted to become his disciples. In her previous life, she introduced Jiang Chengli to Master Kong. However, although Jiang Chengli was talented, he did not catch Master Kong's eye. She visited him many times and eventually saved Master Kong's grandson by accident. Only then did Master Kong accept Jiang Chengli out of gratitude, and he carefully guided and took good care of him.
In this life, a disciple of a master of traditional Chinese painting? He can only dream about it.
"Okay, Mr. Yan."
"Also, cancel the supplementary credit card I gave to Jiang Chengli, cancel all the clothes and watches I ordered for him every season, sell the ones that were already made at a low price, and resell the car as well."
Jiang Chengli was aloof and, in order to avoid being accused of currying favor with the powerful, he showed no interest in the Yan family's wealth during the year or so of their marriage. He would only accept clothes and watches from Yan Songyu after she found various excuses to give them to him, and he refused the car. He also rarely used the supplementary credit card given to him, and the few times he did use it were to prepare gifts for her.
She really has to thank his aloofness now, because it makes her feel a little less angry.
"Yes, Mr. Yan."
Jiang Ping didn't ask any more questions, but based on her woman's intuition, she knew that Yan Songyu and Jiang Chengli's marriage was in trouble.
After hanging up the phone, Yan Songyu thought of Zhou Yue again, this pitiful and hateful woman. Although she could foresee her own bad ending, Yan Songyu did not want her to have an easy time before the end.
Just then, Feng Yu came to visit Feifei, bringing with him a bouquet of blue irises, Yan Songyu's favorite flower.
"Have you thought this through? It's not worth spending so much time and energy getting entangled with them."
Yan Songyu plucked an iris flower and crushed it in her palm. "I came into this world solely for revenge."
How can we not punish her severely for the more than twenty years she was fooled in her previous life?
"good."
I'll stay with you.
Feng Yu didn't try to dissuade her anymore. He felt that things were more complicated than just swapping children. He couldn't bear to think about what she had gone through behind that deep-seated hatred. He could only let her have her way.
That night, a small house on the outskirts of the southern district of Haishi was ransacked. Inside, there was only a woman who had just given birth and a baby girl who was only a few days old. Without the help of their neighbors, the mother and daughter might not have survived the winter.
After receiving the reply, Yan Songyu lay in bed laughing until tears streamed down her face. She would slowly torment them.
That night, Yan Songyu dreamed of her past life again.
She only discovered the truth after Feifei's death.
Jiang Chengli started leaving early and returning late. At first, she thought he was cheating on her, so she couldn't help but follow him once. When she got to the parking lot, she found Jiang Chengli and Zhou Yue struggling.
At first, Yan Songyu thought she was a relative of Jiang Chengli from the countryside who had come to ask him for help, and he was about to go up and greet her, but before he could take a step, he heard Zhou Yue's crazy words.
“Feifei is dead, Acheng, Yan Songyu’s daughter is dead. I killed her. Are you happy? I’ve avenged us.”
"Hahaha, I've finally gotten my revenge! Yan Songyu stole you away, so I swapped you for her daughter, hahaha~"
"That fool, what good is her good fortune? Hahaha, she's still completely fooled by me. She raised my daughter to be so well-off, while her own daughter is a drowning ghost, hahaha~"
Yan Songyu was stunned by the information in Zhou Yue's words, feeling dizzy and a chill spread from the soles of her feet throughout her body...
"Hahaha~ Hahaha, waaaaaah~" Zhou Yue laughed and then cried again, "Feifei, my Feifei..."
"Don't go crazy here, Zhou Yue."
Jiang Chengli looked around warily, then covered Zhou Yue's mouth and dragged her into the car.
She hid until the two finished their struggle and left. Yan Songyu bit her lip and collapsed to the ground, her beautiful eyes already bloodshot. Only when her legs and feet felt a fine, needle-like numbness did she calmly get up from the ground and begin to investigate everything.
When the paternity test results for Yan Mu came out, Yan Songyu's hands trembled several times before she opened it. When she saw the sentence "There is no biological parent-child relationship," she completely broke down. Perhaps before today, she had hoped that those words were just Zhou Yue's crazy talk.
A thick file folder was presented to Yan Songyu. Inside were Feifei's records from the past twenty years, and she was so timid that she dared not open it...
After reading all the materials with tears in her eyes, Yan Songyu locked herself in her room for a day and a night. After coming out, she went directly to Feifei's grave and stood there for a whole day.
Yan Songyu stroked Feifei's photo, her daughter. They had met many times before... but she didn't recognize her. She was a negligent mother. How could she not recognize her own daughter?
A deep sense of guilt and intense heartache overwhelmed her, making it hard for her to breathe...
This girl with such a warm and radiant smile ended up committing suicide due to depression!
Those murderers—Jiang Chengli, Zhou Yue, Xia Mingyang…
"Feifei, Mommy will avenge you!"
Yan Songyu is determined to avenge Feifei, but little does she know that she has already been exposed...
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