The girl's yawning tone made An Minghe's face turn black and a raging rage burned fiercely in his heart.
What is there to not understand now? Those three maids are actually hers!
He remembered that the three people had been working at home for two years.
Two years! That damn beast actually took that long to infiltrate the An family!
"Heh..." He even laughed out of anger, the anger in his eyes almost bursting out, "Bastard! Bastard!"
The last bit of capital that could fight against it was gone just like that. An Minghe went berserk and mad. His back teeth were about to break. He wished he could follow the Internet cable to find Tang Xili and cut her into pieces.
Tang Xili on the other side laughed, her joyful laughter like wind chimes stirred by the wind, tinged with regret: "What a pity! I can't see with my own eyes how An Laogou wants to kill me but can't. It must be very exciting, hahahaha..."
"Bang!" An Minghe became even angrier, his whole body trembling, his facial muscles shaking, and he threw the phone to the ground with bloodshot eyes.
"Beast! Beast - ah -" He roared at the top of his lungs and pushed over a porcelain vase with longevity patterns that was as tall as a person in the corner. He smashed all the worthless things in the living room, and the whole living room was in a mess.
I felt so confident when I got the appraisal certificate, but now I feel so frustrated that I am even questioning my life.
He's so mad, so mad!
——
"Old thing, I'm going to piss you off to death!"
Tang Xili felt relaxed and at ease, locked her phone and prepared to go to bed.
At this moment, the phone ringtone suddenly rang.
She picked up the phone and saw a familiar number. A trace of confusion flashed in her eyes, and finally, her beautiful fingertips pressed the green button.
"A-Li..." Zhou Zhou's soft voice came from the other end, "My wedding is in four days. Are you really not coming?"
Tang Xili's eyebrows knitted slightly. "I'm sorry, I'm really busy, but I will give you two big gifts, please forgive me."
"Ali, good Ali..." Zhou Zhou acted coquettishly.
Tang Xili died immediately.
She couldn't go. That person never showed up and she couldn't feel at ease.
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Prosperous Club.
In the luxurious private room, in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, Zhou Zhou hugged Yunchuan's arm with some sadness, rubbing his cheek against his shoulder, and said in a muffled voice, "She still said she can't come."
Wow...what a pity.
Seeing his wife's tears welling up in her eyes, Yun Chuan reached out and gently wiped them away, pinching her little face and coaxing her, "It's okay, Zhou Zhou. Just wear the wedding dress she gave you, and think of it as her sending you off to get married."
Hearing him say this, Zhou Zhou felt a little comforted and nodded slightly.
That’s all I can think of.
Stinky Ali was like this when she was studying in Cambridge. He would be very nice to her in the student dormitory, but once she left the room, he would pretend not to know her.
Please, she is the granddaughter of Major General Zhou, a daughter of a general, how could she be afraid of the An family.
I don’t know what Ali is afraid of. She is so powerful, and the An family is like mayflies in her hands. Is it necessary for her to be so cautious?
Seeing that his young wife was still unhappy, Yunchuan turned his head to look at Yong Zhixu who was sitting on the single sofa in the distance. He heard from Chen Zui that his third brother and Tang Xili were neighbors next door.
He patted Zhou Zhou on the shoulder, turned around and went back to the table, sitting next to Yong Zhixu.
"Third brother, do you know what Miss Tangxi is busy with recently?" Yunchuan asked in a low voice.
Yong Zhixu held a glass of wine in his hand, looking at the amber wine in the transparent glass, wondering what he was thinking.
The cuffs of his white shirt were rolled up, revealing his well-toned forearms. The string of Buddhist beads was wrapped around his sharp wrist bones, gleaming with fine luster under the bright lights from all directions.
Hearing Yunchuan's voice, he came back to his senses, put down his crossed legs, and said to him: "I don't know, but she has her own things to do. She is very busy."
This answer was expected. Yunchuan nodded and said, "Third brother, if you meet Miss Tangxi, please tell her thank you for the wedding dress and phoenix coronet for Zhou Zhou."
"Wedding dress and phoenix coronet?" Yong Zhixu's eyes flashed, and suddenly he seemed to have caught something, and held Yunchuan's eyes tightly.
Yunchuan was so frightened by his sudden sharp stare that his heart skipped a beat. "What's wrong, Third Brother?"
"Nothing." Yong Zhixu concealed the sharpness in his eyes, raised his hand to press Yunchuan's shoulder, leaned close to him, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "As for the fact that the wedding dress was prepared by Miss Tangxi, you and Zhou Zhou should not mention it to anyone else. If anyone asks, just say that you customized it yourself. Do you understand?"
Yunchuan turned his head, met his serious expression, and nodded.
Although I don’t understand why, there must be a reason why Third Brother said that.
After giving his instructions, Yong Zhixu picked up the suit jacket draped over the back of the sofa, said hello to the other people in the private room, and left.
Jiang Wenqing chased him out, took him to another private room, and showed him some developed seven-inch photos.
"Third brother, this is a current photo of Qian Meng and An Ning sent from Seoul. They both had plastic surgery. Qian Meng hooked up with the most powerful chaebol elder in Country H. They've been attending various dinners together lately."
He picked up another set of photos and said, "This is Wang Fan. He's in India. Brother San, guess what business he's in now?"
Yong Zhixu looked at the photo of Wang Fan leaning against a dilapidated door, looking desolate. He raised his phoenix eyes and glanced at Jiang Wenqing, "What are you doing?"
Jiang Wenqing smiled playfully, "A man in his fifties, working in the sex trade, the cheapest on that street, having to take on twenty to thirty customers every day, how miserable can one be? And... guess what?"
"explain."
Jiang Wenqing laughed even more mischievously, "He was castrated and became a eunuch. Third brother, tell me, who castrated him? This is even more painful than killing him. Absolutely brilliant, haha..."
Seeing him laughing so happily, Yong Zhixu glanced at his lower body and said with a half-smile, "A person who can't control his lower body deserves to be castrated."
Jiang Wenqing's grinning mouth slowly relaxed, and he felt a chill in his lower body.
(No, bro, who are you targeting? I can’t control my lower body.)
He smiled and changed the subject, "Third Brother, these two matters have been investigated. We're also still investigating the connections between the major families in Nanyang. We'll have news soon."
Yong Zhixu stopped joking with him, took the photo from his hand, and patted him on the shoulder. "Thank you. We'll discuss cooperation another day. It's too late today. I'll go home first."
"Then Third Brother, please drive slowly on the road. Do you need me to call a designated driver for you?"
"No need." He took only a few sips.
The night breeze was cool and the stars were twinkling. Ten minutes later, Yong Zhixu returned to Chaohua Academy.
After parking the car sideways, he picked up the two sets of photos and got out.
The first thing he did was to look towards the villa opposite. A dim light shone through the curtains of the bedroom on the second floor. He wondered if she was asleep.
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