Chapter 460 Be my Mrs. Yan, okay?
The dimly lit up upscale clubhouse in Ancheng exuded an aura of money and power.
Yan Chen leaned back lazily on the sofa, a glass of whiskey between his fingers, the amber liquid swirling gently between them.
The assistant stood bowing to the side, his tone very low as he reported.
"Yan Jin infiltrated the Southern Gang's branch in Ancheng today. Gunshots were heard inside, and then Shen Xin took him away."
Yan Chen didn't even lift his eyelids, a mocking smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
"He's always been so brave, is he really risking his life this time?"
There must be something there that really attracts him.
Could it be... Tang Xiaoya?
An absurd yet heart-pounding thought surfaced in his mind.
Could it be... that Xiaoya is really still alive?
Moreover, right here at the Nan family's house?
Yan Chen suddenly stood up, his tall figure casting a large shadow in the dim light, exuding a strong sense of oppression.
A near-mad burning light welled up in his eyes.
"Find a way to sneak into the Nan family manor, or find someone to gather information from the side."
His tone carried an unquestionable command.
"I need to know if Tang Xiaoya is inside, and what her current situation is."
"Yes, Mr. Yan." The assistant acknowledged the order and withdrew.
Yan Chen slumped back onto the sofa, his fingers trembling uncontrollably.
He picked up his glass and drank the rest of the wine in one gulp.
If she is really alive...
This time, he will never let go again.
The next day.
Lu Qinglin arrived early in the morning by private jet, and also had Shen Xin brought over.
As soon as Shen Xin entered the hall, Lu Qinglin threw a punch at him without saying a word.
Shen Xin staggered from the blow, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.
"What the hell do you want to do?" Lu Qinglin's anger was so intense it felt like it could burn through the roof. He grabbed Shen Xin's collar and punched her again.
Shen Xin's handsome face quickly swelled up, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
"Cousin, cousin! Don't kill him!"
Shen Xin was stunned by the beating and quickly begged for mercy.
"I just... accidentally drank too much..."
"Drunk?" Lu Qinglin sneered, but his grip on his hand didn't loosen.
"Why didn't you just burn the Nan family's manor down? Huh? Do you know how many guns were pointed at your dog's head back then?"
"You've really gone too far, Shen Xin, teaming up with outsiders to try and undermine me!"
That's too harsh a statement.
Shen Xin panicked: "Cousin, this is serious! It's really not!"
Looking at Lu Qinglin's face, which was so dark it looked like it could drip water, he quickly tried to please him.
"I'll pay for the gate! I'll get someone to install it right away, and I guarantee it'll be a hundred times sturdier than the original!"
He tried to change the subject, but Lu Qinglin wasn't having any of it.
Lu Qinglin released him and slowly pulled out his long whip from behind him.
The black leather whip drew a sharp arc in the air.
Shen Xin was so frightened that her legs went weak and she almost knelt down on the spot.
"Cousin! That's going too far."
He shouted in a broken voice.
"Why can't you just return Tang Xiaoya to Yan Jin?"
"Are you sick?" Lu Qinglin was completely enraged by his words, and the whip in his hand lashed out with a whooshing sound.
Shen Xin groaned in pain, but stubbornly refused to flinch.
"Yan Jin is going to form a marriage alliance with the Si family!"
Lu Qinglin cursed angrily and lashed out with the whip again.
"He's looking for Xiaoya just to hide her away and keep her as a mistress he can't show to the public! Don't you fucking understand?!"
"Impossible!" Shen Xin roared.
Lu Qinglin was too lazy to waste any more words with him and gave him another beating.
They beat Shen Xin until he was covered in wounds.
He threw the whip on the ground and ordered his men at the door, "Send him back to Qingcheng."
"yes."
Shen Xin was escorted out by two bodyguards in black. Her back was burning with pain, and several shallow bloodstains could be vaguely seen.
He grimaced, but in his heart he was thinking: Yan Jin, that bastard, I owe him a huge favor.
As Lu Qinglin walked out of the hall and through the garden, his anger instantly vanished when he saw the slender figure sitting on the swing, lost in thought.
Tang Xiaoya was wearing a white dress, her long hair was loose, and a breeze blew, lifting the hem of her dress and strands of hair.
She seemed quiet and vulnerable.
Lu Qinglin walked over quietly, his voice gentle.
Are you feeling better?
Startled, Tang Xiaoya turned to look at him.
She could smell a faint scent of blood on him; it was very faint, but she could still smell it.
She nodded. "Brother-in-law, you... punished Shen Xin?"
“That brat, I had someone send him back to Qingcheng. He won’t dare to come here again.”
"What are your thoughts now?"
Lu Qinglin finally turned to look at her, his gaze deep.
Tang Xiaoya sighed and looked down at her toes.
"I...I don't know." She spoke softly, her voice filled with confusion. "My heart is a little confused."
Yan Jin's sudden appearance disrupted all her rhythm.
Lu Qinglin looked at her bewildered expression and remained silent for a moment.
He waved and called over Yang Ting, who was not far away.
"Yang Ting".
"Yes, Mr. Lu." Lu Qinglin's face turned cold again, his tone leaving no room for argument.
"Starting today, strengthen security at the manor."
"From now on, no strangers will be allowed to enter."
He paused, his gaze sweeping over Yang Ting.
"Otherwise, you can go and apologize to Miss Nan yourself."
Yang Ting's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately lowered his head to accept the order.
"yes."
Lu Qinglin then looked at Tang Xiaoya, "Your sister means that if you don't want to stay here, I'll send you somewhere else. I guarantee Yan Jin won't be able to find you."
Tang Xiaoya nodded, "Then I'll stay for another week. I'll leave after I finish this facial treatment."
Her wounds have almost healed, and the pink mark has faded considerably.
Professional instruments and ointments are very effective.
He even kissed the scars on her face.
Tang Xiaoya shook her head, wondering why she was thinking about him again.
...
That evening, Lu Qinglin rushed back to Qingcheng. He was worried about Nan Wan sleeping alone, as she kept kicking off the covers and wouldn't stay still. He was also afraid that she might be pressing on the fetus, which was already more than seven months along.
Tang Xiaoya lay on the big bed, her phone screen lighting up and dimming repeatedly.
Yan Jin's messages bombarded Tang Xiaoya's WeChat.
Baby, listen to me. I was wrong before.
[Baby, can you reply to this message?]
Honey, I miss you.
Tang Xiaoya watched the messages popping up on the screen, feeling a throbbing pain in her temples.
Is this man like a stubborn, persistent leech?
She took a deep breath, swiped her finger across the screen, found the familiar profile picture, clicked on the profile page, and pressed the red button without hesitation.
[Delete contact].
The world is quiet now.
On the other side, Yan Jin was anxiously editing her next short essay when she pressed the send button, only to have a glaring red exclamation mark pop up on the screen.
He was blocked.
The man's heart shattered into pieces in an instant.
He stared at the exclamation mark, his eyes reddening.
You little brat, you've gotten so bold, you even dared to block him?
Instead of getting angry, Yan Jin smiled, her fingertips tracing the cold screen.
He refused to believe that she could truly ignore him.
The following day at noon, a news report popped up on a local app: a car suddenly exploded on a suburban expressway, and the scene was horrific.
Tang Xiaoya only glanced at it and didn't take it to heart.
Not long after, a text message came from an unknown number.
The moment Tang Xiaoya clicked on it, her blood ran cold.
[Miss Tang, something terrible has happened! President Yan is injured in a car accident in the suburbs. He's at the Central Hospital now, and his condition is very serious!]
Tang Xiaoya's mind went blank for a moment, and she almost dropped her phone.
Without thinking twice, she grabbed her coat and rushed out. Seeing Yang Ting standing guard at the door, she called out.
"Yang Ting, quick, come with me to the Central Hospital!"
"Okay." Yang Ting quickly followed her into the car.
The air in the hospital smelled of disinfectant.
Tang Xiaoya was extremely anxious. As soon as she rushed into the hall, Yun Mu greeted her with a pale face.
"Miss Tang, you've finally arrived! Come with me!"
His anxiety made Tang Xiaoya's heart sink even more.
She followed Yun Mu through a maze of twists and turns, finally stopping in front of a VIP ward on the top floor.
Yun Mu pushed open the door and urged, "Go in, President Yan is inside."
Tang Xiaoya rushed in without thinking.
Yun Mu and Yang Ting stood guard outside, acting as doormen.
Behind me, the door slammed shut and locked.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she turned around abruptly, only to bump into a strong embrace.
The familiar, cool scent of cedar enveloped her.
Yan Jin!
He held her tightly, with such force that it felt like he wanted to meld her into his very bones.
Tang Xiaoya was startled and struggled to lift her head.
The man in front of me was wearing a well-tailored black shirt. He was tall and his muscles were so defined that they looked powerful even through the fabric. There was no sign of injury whatsoever.
Did he lie to her?
"I knew you'd worry about me, you'd feel sorry for me." The man's deep, gentle, and magnetic voice rang in her ear.
“Come back to me, baby.”
His burning lips pressed down precisely, forcefully and domineeringly, sucking the air from her mouth; he missed her so much.
"Ugh, go..." Tang Xiaoya tried desperately to dodge, but he held her firmly in his strong arms and left her nowhere to hide.
She dared not shout, fearing that Yang Ting would rush in and kill her with a single shot.
Yan Jin's kiss was a bit too forceful, causing her to lean back. He held her waist tightly with his large hand to prevent her from falling.
"Ugh," Tang Xiaoya was about to suffocate.
He released her, and by then her lips were already slightly swollen.
"Yan Jin, you bastard," Tang Xiaoya said in a low voice.
"Baby, without you, my world is collapsing."
He lifted her and sat her down on the sofa.
"Give me a chance to make it up to you, okay?" he coaxed softly.
He missed her so much that he never wanted her to leave again.
"Stay away from me, it's over between us." She glared at him and struggled for a moment.
"Then, let's start again." Yan Jin said, preparing to kiss him.
Tang Xiaoya panicked, flinched, and growled, "I'm pregnant! Don't touch me!"
Yan Jin was startled.
He lowered his head, his dark eyes fixed on her, and asked a question earnestly.
Whose child?
Tang Xiaoya turned her face away, her voice cold, "It's not yours."
Yan Jin laughed, but the laughter didn't reach her eyes; it carried a hint of obsessive madness.
"As long as it's inside you, it's mine."
"Xiaoya, I've decided to have you for the rest of my life."
Tang Xiaoya was stunned; she hadn't expected him to say such sweet words.
He kissed her again.
"Yan Jin, let me go!" Tang Xiaoya pushed him with all her might, but she couldn't budge him at all.
“Baby, don’t refuse me…” He picked her up in his arms.
He's going crazy.
He had waited for so long; he would give the whole world for her.
Snap!
A crisp slap echoed in the room.
Tang Xiaoya used all her strength to wake him up.
Yan Jin's face was slapped to one side, and a red mark quickly appeared on his handsome face.
He was stunned.
"Let me go!" Tang Xiaoya took the opportunity to push him away, got up, and burst into tears.
"Yan Jin, I am no longer your plaything!"
Her voice was broken, filled with endless sorrow and anger.
"Your toy fell into the river and drowned long ago!"
She cried.
The tears burned Yan Jin's heart, and he panicked instantly.
"I'm sorry, baby."
He reached out to hug her, but she pushed him away.
"Don't cry...that's not what I meant..."
He tried to comfort her helplessly, his voice full of regret and heartache.
"You are not a plaything, I... want to marry you."
Yan Jin looked at her, her eyes filled with unprecedented seriousness and a hint of cautious pleading.
"...Will you be my Mrs. Yan?"
He pulled a pink diamond ring from his pocket and suddenly knelt down on one knee.
Tang Xiaoya was stunned.
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