Chapter 205 is disgusting.
"Then what does he want by coming back now?" Qin Nianke wiped away her tears. "Is he sick and wants your organs?"
“My older brother said the same thing,” Yan Buyu took a sip of iced milk tea, “but his current wife is quite wealthy, so she should be able to buy it. She might not have to go to the trouble of getting it from me.”
“That’s pure perversion,” Qin Nianke said with a vicious expression. “People who abuse children have psychological problems. They just don’t want you to be happy. They only feel comfortable when you are doing badly.”
"That's most likely the case. He'll ask for some more money, after all, I'm the Shen family's most precious treasure now," Yan Buyu pondered for a long time. "He wants me to give him money willingly."
Yan Qihang is inherently greedy, and going to jail cannot change his nature.
"You really dare to dream." Qin Nianke's own family is already wealthy, and she has the backing of Si Jingxu's even more wealthy family.
The things she's seen are more exciting than anything in TV dramas and novels.
In her view, Yan Qihang's move was twofold: first, he wanted money, money from the Shen family, and lots and lots of money from the Shen family.
Secondly, she must remain silent to completely lose favor in the Shen family, making them think she is a treacherous ingrate.
"In the end, I saw you kicked out of the Shen family and left to wander the streets, and then they drove past you in a luxury car without looking back!"
Qin Nianke said indignantly.
He remained silent, saying nothing.
This viewpoint aligns more closely with Yan Qihang's personality.
“Nianke,” Yan Buyu looked at her with bright eyes, “you’re amazing! Your analysis of human nature is far more insightful than mine!”
Qin Nianke smiled and puffed out her chest, "It's just that I'm usually playful and mischievous, which makes people overlook my strengths."
“I didn’t overlook it, I’ve always known,” Yan Buyu said, holding her hand. “You’re really good at analyzing psychopaths.”
Qin Nianke's smile froze. "Is that a compliment?"
"Why doesn't it count?" Yan Buyu touched her face. "Let's go out for dinner."
“Then I have to eat something good today,” Qin Nianke said, linking her arm with hers. “You should eat something good too, to make up for the little me when I was a child.”
Song Jingyi was the first to know that Yan Buyu had skipped class.
Mu Zi sent me a photo of her chatting with Qin Nianke by the river.
Song Jingyi flipped through the photos one by one; they only showed the background and profile.
"Why is she crying?" Song Jingyi asked. "Did that woman bully her?"
Mu Zi's voice came through the phone, "I was afraid Miss would find out, so I didn't get that close. But it shouldn't be that girl's problem. Miss and she are holding hands as they went into a Thai restaurant."
"Who else did she meet today?" Song Jingyi's phone screen remained on a photo of her crying.
“I went to an office during break, then packed my things and left the school,” Mu Zi paused. “I didn’t follow her into the hallway leading to that office. There were few people there and the hallway was narrow. I was afraid the young lady would notice.”
"Have Ah Dong investigate who owns that office and who went into it. You continue to follow her."
"Yes, Brother Yi." Mu Zi hung up the phone.
"Boss, let me go. Let me protect Miss. Look, Miss is crying because she's so upset. If I go, she'll suffer. I'll smash her head in." The gauze on A-Cheng's forehead was removed, and the wound had already scabbed over.
Song Jingyi ignored him and continued to look through the photos of Yan Buyu that Mu Zi had recently sent him.
"It's definitely not enough for Mu Zi to watch over Miss alone. It would be good to have someone to look after her if anything happens."
"Amo," Song Jingyi said without looking up, "you go."
"Yes, Brother Yi." Chen Mo turned and left.
“Hey! No,” A-Cheng stopped Chen Mo, looked past him at Song Jingyi, “I found the job, why should Chen Mo do it?”
"I trust Chen Mo to handle things." Song Jingyi said calmly, "If you want to get beaten up, then keep stopping her. If anything happens to her, I'll cut your head off."
Ah Cheng grumbled and made way for him.
He squatted down next to Song Jingyi's chair like a big dog, "Miss isn't afraid of me anymore. She even gave me peaches to eat yesterday. Why can't I go?"
"Shut up." Song Jingyi ignored him. "Ze Ming."
"Ze Ming? He's probably out fooling around. He's never been to the capital before and wants to see the beauties there."
“Boss.” Ze Ming stood behind A Cheng.
"Holy crap!" Acheng jumped up in surprise. "Where did you come from! Can't you change your habit of eavesdropping?"
Ze Ming, with his silver buzz cut, glanced at the bald man and said, "When will you get rid of this habit of talking behind people's backs?"
Acheng ignored him, but he was good at arguing back, "How could you know I was talking badly about people behind their backs if you weren't eavesdropping?"
Ze Ming curled his lips into a mocking smile, "Bald heads are really ugly."
"You peeping tom, you creepy bastard, what right do you have to laugh at my hairstyle?"
"Hairstyle? Do you even have one?"
'Tap, tap, tap.'
Song Jingyi tapped the table three times with his black phone.
The two of them shut up at the right time.
"Why did you want to break Yan Qihang?" Song Jingyi leaned against the large boss.
He gave Acheng a look, and the latter, being perceptive, immediately brought over the wine and ice.
"It's disgusting," Ze Ming said calmly.
Song Jingyi took a sip of wine and gestured for him to continue.
"He brainwashed that woman."
Show concern in every aspect of daily life and provide sufficient emotional value.
But gradually, it changed its flavor.
The woman became increasingly dependent on him, while he became aloof.
When you're showing concern, occasionally belittle the other person a little.
From the initial probing to the later blatant attacks and contempt.
That face of his made you want to shoot him in the head.
"Why didn't that woman just kick him out? She was the one who paid for it," Acheng gossiped.
He didn't understand; he was paying for it himself, and the other party was still belittling him—wasn't that just asking for trouble?
"I don't know. That woman is becoming more and more infatuated with him, and has even said many times that she would die for him." Ze Ming is a straight man and doesn't understand either.
All he wanted to know was when he could smash Yan Qihang's head in.
Song Jingyi stroked the rim of his cup, his eyes filled with disdain.
Only incompetent men try to gain dominance in a marriage by belittling women.
However, this Yan Qihang is quite capable.
“Oh, and one more thing,” he meditated, “they don’t have sex.”
"What?" Acheng thought he had misheard. "How could this be?"
“Ze Ming, you continue to monitor Yan Qihang’s phone,” Song Jingyi took out a cigarette from the pack and lit it. “If he checks on me again, just make up some information for him so that he knows that my people and focus are not in Beijing.”
“I understand, Yi-ge,” Ze Ming turned around, then turned back again, “Boss, can you spare his job for me?”
Song Jingyi waved the cigarette between his fingers. "I understand."
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