Chapter 214 Your retribution has only just begun.
"Ten minutes left."
Yan Tingnan raised her eyes and looked at Yan Hongyi, whose face was ashen.
"Ten minutes later, the scorched earth plan will be fully launched."
"All your assets will be frozen simultaneously, and the audit report on all of Qingyan Group's illegal operations over the past thirty years will be sent directly to the relevant ministries."
He deliberately slowed his speech, aiming at Yan Hongyi's most valued reputation and foundation.
"I believe you will be asked to cooperate with the investigation first thing tomorrow morning."
"The century-old reputation of the Yan family that you value most will be completely rotten and become a laughing stock when the sun rises."
"you!"
Yan Hongyi flicked his withered fingers, and the dragon-headed cane slammed to the ground with a clang.
"This is all the reputation I have left..."
His voice was hoarse, and his eyes were bloodshot.
"Would it kill you to leave someone a way out?"
"meeting."
Yan Tingnan answered decisively.
"I have lived to this day only to send you to hell on earth."
Yan Hongyi stared intently at Yan Tingnan, his cloudy eyes bloodshot and churning with excruciating pain.
"You hate me that much?"
Yan Tingnan chuckled softly, a chilling glint in his eyes.
"Otherwise what?"
Yan Hongyi felt as if those words had choked him.
"I've nurtured you for twenty-three years, and handed Qingyan over to you. Is this how you repay me?"
He gripped the chair armrests tightly, his knuckles turning white, his voice hoarse.
"Cultivation?"
Yan Tingnan interrupted him, her eyes as dark and unfathomable as a moonless night.
He took a step forward, his figure as upright as a pine tree, casting a shadow over the dejected old man.
"Do you think that I spent twenty-three years lying low in the Yan family, exhausting all my efforts, just to be a good grandson for you and inherit this filthy glory and throne?"
His gaze swept over the somber memorial tablet, his tone icy.
"I have been waiting for this day for twenty-three years."
"From the day you drove my mother to her death, drove my father insane, and caused one of them to jump off a building in vain, and the other to die tragically in a suicide pact..."
His voice suddenly dropped, suppressing years of pain and hatred.
“Every second I live, every breath I take, is to drag you and the rotten and stinking Yan family beneath your feet into hell.”
"Your mother is psychologically fragile, and your father is disobedient and unfilial!"
Yan Hongyi forced a roar, his voice fierce but his heart was weak.
"Psychologically fragile? Disobedient and unfilial?"
Yan Tingnan's eyes were filled with excruciating pain and hatred.
"But if you hadn't believed she was a source of trouble and used every means to sow discord, coerce her, and cut off her path to survival, how could she have driven herself to such a desperate end!"
"If you hadn't been so stubborn and used my father as a puppet to maintain your authority, how could he have suffered a mental breakdown and followed my mother in death!"
“My dad is like this, my mom is like this, and now it’s my turn and Ruan Ruan’s turn.”
"You keep saying it's for the Yan family, for their future!"
"Actually, you're just doing this to satisfy your twisted desire for control!"
"Everything that slips out of your control, whether it be a person or an event, must be destroyed!"
With each word Yan Tingnan spoke, Yan Hongyi's face paled a little more.
Yan Hongyi's lips trembled; he wanted to refute, but no sound came out.
Those sins he had deliberately forgotten were now laid bare.
He looked at Yan Tingnan, at those eyes that resembled his father's but were even colder.
In that instant, he seemed to see his son's last look at him before he died.
That's the same kind of hatred.
"Everything I've done is for the Yan family..."
His voice was hoarse, as he tried to grasp at the last bit of something.
"Stop deceiving yourself."
Yan Tingnan coldly interrupted his final explanation.
"You're only doing this for yourself."
"Protecting the Yan family is merely protecting the symbol of your power and control."
"This house has been rotten to the core for a long time; it eats people and drinks blood!"
"And you are the biggest accomplice!"
Yan Hongyi slumped in the armchair, his shadow distorted by the candlelight.
The candlestick flickered, reflecting his deathly pale face.
Throughout his life, he believed in control, pursued perfection, and regarded the honor of the Yan family as paramount.
At this moment, however, his most prized work personally tore away all pretense, revealing the most wretched and rotten core within.
He thought he was raising a wolf that could lead the Yan family to a more glorious future.
Little did he know that from the moment this wolf entered the game, its fangs were aimed at his throat and the lifeline of the Yan family.
He looked at Yan Tingnan, his eyes filled with bewilderment and fear after his faith collapsed.
"You're insane, you're absolutely insane..."
He muttered to himself, as if all his energy had been drained away in an instant.
Yan Hongyi suddenly lost his strength and slumped into the armchair, hunched over.
"Was I wrong...?"
"Whether you're right or wrong, go to prison and think about it slowly."
Yan Tingnan raised his hand and glanced at the time again.
Five minutes.
This signals the approaching final moment.
Yan Tingnan turned around, no longer looking at the old man behind her who had suddenly hunched over.
"Enjoy your last few minutes as the patriarch of the Yan family."
He walked towards the entrance of the ancestral hall, his back to him resolute, without the slightest trace of lingering affection.
"Then, I will atone for all the sins you have committed."
The door was pulled open, and the autumn wind, carrying the setting sun, rushed in. The candlelight flickered and then went out abruptly.
Yan Hongyi sat in the shadows, watching his grandson's tall figure walk out of the ancestral hall and into the light.
He suddenly remembered that many years ago, he had also been so full of vigor, thinking that he could grasp all the light in his hands.
Only now do I realize that the tighter you hold onto the light, the faster it will be extinguished.
The one who is willing to share their light with others is the one who truly wins.
At twenty-five, he led his team to kill the enemy. Bullets flew past his earlobe, and blood smeared half his face, but he didn't even blink.
At the age of fifty-five, Qingyan went public. As the bell rang, he stood in front of the stock exchange's large screen, admired by thousands.
Now at eighty-five, the room is filled with candlelight, illuminating a solitary figure.
My lifelong obsession is nothing more than the word "control".
He had been in control his entire life, but now even his shadow has betrayed him.
In the end, he couldn't even hold his own cane.
Yan Hongyi looked down and saw the cane rolling at his feet, half of the dragon head broken off, like himself gnawed by the years.
He suddenly laughed, his laughter hoarse.
"We lost."
Prison? Interrogation? Ruin?
No.
He, Yan Hongyi, had lived a life of great achievements. He could die, he could be defeated, but he could never be stripped naked and displayed to the world in such a humiliating way!
He must control his own destiny.
He took out his phone and slowly scrolled through his contacts.
Finally, the answer came down to Yan Jiqing's name.
The phone beeped for a long time, and my daughter's voice was far away.
"dad?"
"Qingqing".
This was the first time he had used such a soft tone.
"Dad is sorry."
Yan Jiqing froze, the only signal left was his breathing.
"Let the Yan family go as they please from now on."
"Dad, what's wrong?"
After he finished speaking, he abruptly hung up the phone before Yan Jiqing could react.
He slowly raised his head, looked at the memorial tablets filling the room, and a strange and twisted smile appeared on his face.
Control.
He ultimately took control of his own destiny.
He did not die on trial, nor did he die in prison.
He stood up shakily and picked up the flickering candle on the incense table.
The scalding candle wax dripped onto the back of his withered hand, but he was completely unaware.
He looked around the ancestral hall, which had witnessed a century of trials and tribulations for the Yan family and also his lifelong obsession and sins.
Then, he suddenly threw the candle in his hand at the heavy curtain that had been hanging for many years and was soaked with the smell of incense and oil.
The flames spread rapidly, and a wave of scorching heat rushed towards us.
Yan Hongyi retreated to the armchair, sat down, and the firelight reflected off his face, revealing deep wrinkles.
The moment the flames licked the hem of his clothes, Yan Hongyi slowly closed his eyes and softly called out a name.
"Shuang'er, wait for me, I'm late."
Yan Hongyi closed his eyes, the burning pain causing his lips to twitch as he awaited the final purification and end.
Bang--!
With a loud crash, the heavy wooden door of the ancestral hall was kicked open from the outside!
A tall, upright figure carrying a fire hose walked in step by step, against the dim light outside the door, through flames and thick smoke.
It is Yan Tingnan.
He left and then returned.
The water jets poured down, and the wall of fire receded with a hiss.
Yan Hongyi let out a hoarse scream as he rolled in the puddles, his charred skin emitting white smoke.
The flames on his body were extinguished instantly, leaving only wisps of smoke mixed with the smell of burning.
"Want to die?"
"You're getting off too easy."
"Hell is too far away; the human world is your execution ground."
"You must live, live a long and healthy life."
"Your retribution has only just begun."
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