Chapter 380 A Real Man Leaves with Nothing
When Liang Yizhi returned to the courtyard house, Ji Ying had just finished breakfast.
Jiang Ran was there, and so was Duan Cheng.
Ji Ying instructed Duan Cheng to use some means to protect Wen Lingxue and prevent her from following in Ai Zhu's footsteps.
The best punishment for Wen Lingxue is to bring her to justice.
Duan Cheng agreed without hesitation.
Seeing Liang Yizhi enter the main hall, Ji Ying didn't ask him why he hadn't returned home all night.
Liang Yizhi thought to himself with a sneer: It seems he has no feelings left.
"Have you had breakfast?" he asked.
Ji Ying nodded.
She ate a light breakfast and did not experience any pregnancy symptoms.
"Sign it."
He pushed the divorce agreement in front of her.
Ji Ying picked up the agreement without any surprise and read it carefully, word by word.
The agreement did not treat her unfairly at all; her property remained untouched and belonged to her, but the portion concerning Liang Yizhi would be divided equally between the two of them.
Ji Ying's face showed a sneer, "I heard that Pang Yin now walks in a wheelchair and has to wear diapers when she goes out. Even in that state, how can you still bring yourself to kiss her?"
Liang Yizhi raised an eyebrow. "You know it's just a formality. If I want to satisfy my craving, I'll still come back to you."
Ji Ying said with a stern smile, "It would be better if we went our separate ways after the divorce and never saw each other again. Go find a ghost."
Liang Yizhi's eyes darkened, but just as Ji Ying was about to sign, he moved the divorce agreement in front of him and sneered, "Ji Ying, do you think a piece of paper can stop me? Believe me, even without a marriage certificate, if I want you, I can still get you."
Ji Ying immediately threw down her pen, stood up, and raised her hand to slap him.
But Liang Yizhi reacted quickly, grabbing her wrist as she swung it, but still managed a "slap!"
A crisp sound echoed throughout the main hall.
Jiang Ran and Duan Cheng both shrank their necks.
Ji Ying shook her other, uncontrolled hand and snorted, "What is this thing made of? Hitting you doesn't even feel like hitting a person."
Liang Yizhi pressed his tongue against his numb cheek, then laughed angrily and shouted, "Duan Cheng, pack up the madam's things and send her out of the mansion immediately!"
However, Duan Cheng nodded and said, "Sir, you instructed that if you are unable to exercise your judgment clearly and correctly due to any unforeseen circumstances, I must obey Madam's orders."
Liang Yizhi was completely taken aback by his own actions and was stunned for a moment.
Ji Ying was also somewhat surprised, and deliberately said, "But he seems perfectly normal now."
Duan Cheng replied, "No, the 'correct judgment' you're referring to includes opposing you, hurting you, or doing anything that could destroy your relationship."
Upon hearing this, Liang Yizhi narrowed his eyes.
At this moment, Butler Fei stepped forward, took out another agreement, and placed it on the table.
"Sir, regarding leaving, according to this document you signed while in a conscious state, once you initiate the divorce, the property rights of this courtyard house will automatically transfer to your wife's name. Moreover, the cards entrusted to your wife cannot be retrieved. Therefore, it is you who should leave..."
Liang Yizhi frowned. "When did I do this?"
The butler lowered his head. "Before you go to international waters to arrest Pang Shijun."
Liang Yizhi's gaze swept over the familiar yet unfamiliar handwritten signature and the strict terms on the document.
He never imagined that he would find himself caught in the trap of another version of himself.
“Okay,” he looked at Ji Ying, a carefree and unrestrained smile playing on his lips, “Darling, you sign, I’ll leave.”
A real man leaves with nothing!
Ji Ying didn't speak or hesitate; with a sharp stroke of her pen, she severed ties with the past.
In less than a day, this courtyard house, located in the heart of Beijing and worth over 100 million yuan, was transferred to Ji Ying's name.
After obtaining the divorce agreement, Mr. Pang used his privileges to complete the divorce proceedings in just two hours.
At this point, the news that Liang Yizhi was going to marry Pang Daiyao's grandniece became a hot topic among the powerful and influential circles in Beijing.
On the day she became single again, Ji Ying received a text message from Shu Tang:
"I'm boarding the plane, don't come back. I've left you a gift, remember to send someone to check it."
Gift?
Ji Ying stared at the screen, her eyes narrowing slightly.
A week later, Pang Yin was discharged from the hospital.
Pang Daiyao held a wedding for them.
The location is on the top floor of the Yonghe Hotel in Beijing.
However, the situation regarding the invited guests is rather complicated.
The Pang family relatives go without saying, but the others were newly rich and powerful merchants whom Pang Daiyao had carefully selected and who were eager to curry favor with him.
None of the guests were figures of power, and the old man clearly intended to use this opportunity to weave an even thicker web of interests.
Although Pang Yin survived after treatment, she was too weak to stand up, so she had to be pushed down the red carpet in a wheelchair while wearing her wedding dress.
Her face was completely bloodless, resembling a zombie bride.
Liang Yizhi, dressed in a black suit, stood there expressionless, making it seem like he was attending a funeral on what should have been a joyous occasion.
The emcee enthusiastically announced, "Please have the bride and groom exchange partners..."
"etc!"
At the other end of the red carpet, a slender woman wearing a plain white cotton and linen long gown and with her hair simply tied back rushed out.
She ran to the stage, snatched the microphone from the emcee, and by the time Pang Daiyao signaled the bodyguards to hold her down, she had already climbed onto the window next to the stage.
Pang Daiyao's expression changed slightly. The bodyguards had been ordered to stay alive, so they dared not rush forward.
The entire venue fell completely silent.
"Pang Yin, do you know who I am?"
Pang Yin sat in her wheelchair, shaking her head as she looked weak and anemic.
Fu Yun smiled, "I am your mother."
Pang Yin was extremely shocked.
Fu Yun squatted on the windowsill, turned to look at Pang Daiyao, and said angrily, "Pang Daiyao! Twenty-seven years... You can fool the world, but you can't fool Heaven!"
As she spoke, she took out her small speaker and pressed play.
This is a recording with the beginning and end cut off.
The young woman's sobs sounded extremely distressed.
"...He was drunk and broke into my room...I screamed for help, but no one came...Daiqing, I'm so sorry..."
Next came Pang Daiyao's voice when he was young, tinged with drunkenness and arrogance.
“You just slept for a bit, why are you crying? If this doesn’t get out, I won’t treat you two badly. But if you tell anyone, Pang Shijun will die.”
The entire audience erupted in uproar!
Pang Yin was even more incredulous.
Fu Yun turned off the recording and pointed at Pang Daiyao, saying, "Pang Qing and I were in love, but it was you who defiled me, making it impossible for us to get over this hurdle in our hearts, and we gradually drifted apart. Especially after that night, when I became pregnant with Pang Yin and gave birth to her, I felt even more ashamed..."
Fu Yun cried so hard she could barely breathe.
“Pang Daiyao, I’m so sorry to my husband. For over twenty years, I haven’t dared to see him again. And I left Pang Yin with you, thinking that as a father, you would treat her well, but you’ve ruined her like this. Now you’re trying to squeeze every last drop of value out of her to pave your own way… Pang Daiyao, you’re a monster!”
Pang Daiyao's face turned ashen. He ordered his bodyguards, "No matter what method you use, drag her away. Don't let her interfere with the wedding!"
Fu Yun smiled sadly, and suddenly stood up from where she had been squatting on the windowsill.
“Pang Daiyao, do you think I don’t know what you’ve done? Thirty years ago, you made a mistake that caused more than 20 workers to burn alive in the factory. In the end, you made the factory director take the blame, and you just walked away and got transferred. From then on, your career in the government flourished.”
"And 25 years ago, in order to clear obstacles for the 'Ring Expressway' project, you drove your finance director to jump off a building, and afterwards you didn't even spare his entire family!"
"Pang Daiyao, what goes around comes around. Do you think you can hide it forever? Heaven has eyes wide open; it won't let a bad person get away with it!"
After saying that, Fu Yun suddenly turned around and jumped off the cliff amidst the horrified gazes of the crowd.
The rooftop is on the eighth floor, and the ground below is concrete; there is absolutely no chance of survival if you jump.
When Pang Qing rushed over, he only saw Fu Yun lying in a pool of blood, barely recognizable as a human.
He held her in his arms, staring at the face of Pang Yao leaning out of the window upstairs, filled with grief and indignation. He pointed at her and said, "Why? Why are you so wicked? Why won't you leave us, husband and wife, alone?"
The loud crash of Fu Yun falling from the building seemed to still echo at the wedding venue, but Pang Daiyao showed no sign of panic.
He turned to his secretary and instructed, "Secondly take control of the scene. Everyone must hand over their cell phones and check for any recordings. Second, have everyone present sign a confidentiality agreement, clearly telling them that if even a single word of what happened today is leaked, they will bear the consequences. Third, detain Pang Qing."
This grand wedding came to an abrupt end.
Pang Yin, standing to the side, was already pale with fright, trembling like a leaf, her eyes filled with only confusion and terror.
But what frightened her was not the loss of her mother, but the fear that Pang Daiyao would harbor resentment towards her because of this incident.
She didn't want to stay abroad alone anymore; she wanted to stay in China and enjoy a life of luxury.
Liang Yizhi patted her shoulder at the right moment, "You're not feeling well, let me take you to rest first and let the doctor take a look."
Feeling his rare concern, Pang Yin finally found some comfort and nodded gently.
Three hours later, on the top floor of the Cardinals' Arts Club.
The secretary rushed up to report.
"The news has been blocked, no one dares to object, and Second Master has been locked up in the old house. He should be... alright now, right?"
However, Pang Daiyao's tense face did not relax at all.
"Things are different now, it's not that simple. Old Han, my time is running out, are you still willing to follow me?"
The secretary was slightly taken aback, then lowered her head. "I've served you for 15 years, and I'm not used to having a different master."
Pang Daiyao nodded, "Okay, find a way to get Shen Jingxiu for me. And Ji Ying too..."
The old man paused for a moment, then said, "There's no need to keep it anymore."
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