Yan Wangchuan is a selfish, intemperate, and extremely muddle-headed person of low moral stature who practices favoritism?
When she said this, even Yan Shaochenâs eyelids twitched, even though he had already seen Song Fengwan insult people before.?If she really stole the manuscript, then thatâll be let off the hook. But if she didnât, isnât Yan Zhihuan just asking for trouble?
This is courting death.
But he was surprised that Yan Wangchuan would give her the manuscript.
âWhen did I say that Uncle is muddle-headedâ¦â Yan Zhihuan failed to reprimand Song Fengwan and was counterattacked with an accusation instead.
âFrom the subtext of what you just said, didnât you mean that Uncle Yan would side with me and deceive everyone with me? Or did I misunderstand something?â Song Fengwan walked toward her unhurriedly, picked up the purple clay teapot on the table, and poured herself a cup of tea.
Her expression was natural, without a single trace of nervousness. But Yan Zhihuan was already feeling nervous and helplessâ¦
Yan Shaochen was speechless.?How can she remain calm in this situation and still drink tea?
As expected of the woman Third Master likesâ¦
Sheâs a calm one.
Yan Zhihuan hesitated, unable to find a suitable explanation. She had been too anxious just now and didnât expect Song Fengwan to be able to think so quickly and immediately catch the mistake in her words. âI-I was justâ¦â
âUncle Yan has always been a rigorous, objective, and fair person. Although he doesnât talk much usually, he certainly wonât be unreasonable when it comes to such matters.â
Song Fengwan continued to praise Yan Wangchuan.
âIâve only known him for a short time. He only takes good care of me because he loves my mother. Do you think heâll abandon his principles just for me?
âDo you think Iâm that important, or do you think heâs that muddle-headed?â
Yan Zhihuan was so frightened that she was ashen-faced. Even though she knew that Song Fengwan had a sharp tongue, she didnât know that she was so domineering and oppressive when she spoke or did things.
She couldnât handle her attacks at all!
âBy the way, thereâs one more thingâ¦â Song Fengwan took a sip of tea. âWhere did you find this manuscript? I hid it in a drawer. If you didnât rummage through it carefully, it really wouldnât have been easy to find.â
ââ¦â Yan Zhihuan was speechless.
âThere are a lot of valuable things in my drawerâ¦â
âI didnât steal your things!â Yan Zhihuan was furious. âDonât try to change the subject.â
âCalling me a thief when youâre the thief yourself, yet you still slander others when you yourself are not clean. How ridiculous.â Song Fengwan harrumphed softly, her tone contemptuous. She lifted her eyelids and looked at Yan Zhihuan with eyes full of disdain.
âSong Fengwan!â Yan Zhihuan became even more anxious. She rushed over and grabbed Song Fengwanâs arm, shaking her so much that the tea in her cup splashed out.
âYan Zhihuan, what else do you want?!â Old Madam Yan was furious. âDo you still want to fight here?â
âGrandma, sheâs just spouting nonsense! How could Uncle give her such an important thing?!â
Song Fengwan frowned and abruptly pulled her arm out of Yan Zhihuanâs grip. She used so much strength that Yan Zhihuan was caught off guard and almost fell.
âRegarding this, you can ask Uncle Yan later. Donât get touchy with me. You took my things without asking, so youâre already a thief. If you want to hit me and youâre not afraid of embarrassing yourself, I will call the police right now!
âTheft and deliberately hurting someone, how many days do you want to stay in jail?â
Yan Zhihuan was so frightened that she didnât dare to touch Song Fengwan again.
She glared fiercely at the person in front of her, wishing to rush forward and scratch her face.
âWhen Wangchuan returns, the truth will come to light.â Old Madam Yan was very smart. From Song Fengwanâs expression, she knew that she wasnât lying. She glanced at Yan Zhihuan and sighed in disappointment.
â¦
Yan Wangchuan called back midway. Old Madam Yan didnât tell him anything and only told him to come back as soon as possible.
Nanjiang wasnât big, so about twenty minutes later, Yan Wangchuan appeared in the living room.
Old Madam Yan had never been so anxious to find someone to inform him, so he knew that something had happened. No one in the family dared to target Old Madam Yan, so they must have gone after Qiao Aiyun and Song Fengwanâ¦
âWhat happened?â Accompanied by a deep and familiar voice, Yan Wangchuan strode in.
He was wearing a neat black suit, a neatly-ironed white shirt, and a dark tie. His expression was cold, and he walked like the wind.
He was usually a cold and self-restrained person of few expressions. But now, his face was gloomy, adding to his cold arrogance that made people stay away from him.
âYouâre back.â Old Madam Yan rubbed her cane with her fingers, her expression calm as usual.
âYes.â Yan Wangchuan looked at Qiao Aiyun.
Their eyes met.
She harrumphed coldly and looked away.
Yan Wangchuan was dumbfounded.?She was fine when I went out this morning. Why is she suddenly angry?
âThisâ¦â Old Madam Yan placed the manuscript on the table.
âWhy is my manuscript here?â
âThatâs also what I want to ask you.â Old Madam Yan reached out her hand to adjust her reading glasses.
âI gave it to Wanwan. Why is it here?â Yan Wangchuan looked at Song Fengwan.
âShe took it out of my room and said that I stole it.â Song Fengwan shrugged with an innocent expression. âI told you long ago that this thing is too valuable, so I canât accept it. In the end, something really did happen. Someone treated me as a thief and probably wants to chase me out.â
âHow presumptuous! Letâs see who dares to do that!â Yan Wangchuan reprimanded sternly.
Yan Zhihuan was so frightened that her legs went weak.
âUncle, Iâ¦â Her mouth was dry, and she didnât know how to explain.
âDid you really give this to Wanwan?â Old Madam Yan asked.
Yan Wangchuan picked up the manuscript and flipped to the last page, which was a blank page with a few words written on it.
[Even though one has reached great heights of success, one should still strive to improve oneself.]
Signed: Yan Wangchuan.
Date: February 27th.
This was the day of Song Fengwanâs Hundredth-day Pledge Ceremony.
âI personally gave this to Wanwan on the day of her Hundredth-Day Pledge Ceremony. Thereâs also an inscription I wrote to her. Is there a problem?â Yan Wangchuan flipped open the page and threw it in front of Yan Zhihuan. âWhat did Wanwan steal?â
Yan Shaochen chuckled. âDidnât you say that Eldest Uncle would be in cahoots with her and side with her? Eldest Uncle wrote this himself. It canât be faked.
âThe manuscript has been here for a long time. Song Fengwan probably doesnât have that kind of divine foresight to know that you would steal her thing and specially dig a hole with Eldest Uncle in advance for you to jump in, right?
âThings are getting fun now. How are you going to explain yourself?â
Being struck by lightning, Yan Zhihuan was so terrified that she was dumbfounded.
She suddenly looked up at Song Fengwan. She was holding a purple clay teacup and drinking tea leisurely, as though she was completely uninvolved in this matter.
How could she have not known that thereâs an inscription at the back of the manuscript? She even deliberately waited for Uncle to return to embarrass me.
How vicious.
âYou want to chase my daughter out?â Yan Wangchuan looked down at her from above, and his strong aura frightened her so much that her body was trembling.
âUncle!â Yan Zhihuanâs eyes reddenedâ¦
She was so scared that she burst into tears.
âThis is my house. Even if Wanwan does anything wrong, itâs not your place to criticize her. And now you still want to chase her out from here? Who do you think you are?!â Yan Wangchuan wouldnât give her any face.
He had just been glared at by his wife, so he was feeling upset.
âI didnât do it on purpose. I just thoughtâ¦â Yan Zhihuan was unable to defend herself. âI really didnât know that you gave it to her.â
She was sobbing, and when such a beautiful lady had tears streaming down her face, it was inevitable for people to feel pity for her.
But Yan Wangchuan had a heart of stone. He was already annoyed at her, so when he saw her crying, he frowned and became even more displeased. âYouâre the one who slandered someone else. Wanwan didnât even cry. Why are you crying?!â
ââ¦â Yan Zhihuan was frightened by him.
âWeâre a family. Do I need your approval to give something to my daughter?â Yan Wangchuan snorted lightly. âWhat grudge do you have with her that you slandered a child like this?!â
Yan Zhihuan cried even harder.
A child?
How is this bitch a child? Sheâs so fierce and vicious that she could have devoured someone just now.
âYouâre still crying?! Wanwan is so well-behaved, yet you slandered her like this. Is this how an elder sister should act?
âDoesnât your conscience hurt?â
Standing at the side, Yan Shaochen almost laughed.
Wanwan is well-behaved?
Eldest Uncle, your eyes might not be good.
Song Fengwan took a sip of hot tea. âI heard that she likes Young Master Xiao a lot. Even if I had a small misunderstanding with him yesterday, you didnât have to target me like this, did you?â
Coupled with the fact that Xiao Jingan had entered the house and said that he wanted to apologize just now, everyone quickly connected the dots.
Everyone knew that Yan Zhihuan liked Xiao Jingan, so it was possible for her to target Song Fengwan because of him.
âUncle Yan, calm down and have some tea.â Song Fengwan poured a cup of tea for Yan Wangchuan. âSince itâs all a misunderstanding, we just need to resolve it. Donât be angry anymore.â
Old Madam Yan raised her eyebrows and looked at Song Fengwan.?Just now, she was still baring her fangs and brandishing her claws like a little tiger. But now, sheâs actually starting to speak up for Yan Zhihuan?
Yan Zhihuan sniffed.?How could she be that kind?
Even though Yan Wangchuan was angry, he couldnât vent his anger on Song Fengwan, so he reached out to take the teacup and took a sip of tea.
âI believe Big Sister didnât mean to slander me. She was really thinking for your sakeâ¦â
âYes, yes!â Yan Zhihuan nodded repeatedly.
But when Song Fengwan changed the subject after that, she was dumbfounded again.
âActually, I donât really care what Big Sister says about me. But isnât she embarrassing my mom by slandering me? Sheâs also embarrassing you too.
âIf you hadnât helped me prove it this time, I would have been framed as a thief and chased out of the Yan familyâ¦
âWhat would happen to you and Mom then?â
Yan Zhihuanâs mind was blank. As she looked at Yan Wangchuanâs increasingly cold expression, her tears hung on her eyelashes and were on the verge of fallingâ¦
This woman is a devil!
âIf your marriage had been delayed because of this, Iâd feel so guilty. But I believe that sheâs definitely just targeting me and not trying to ruin your marriage with my mom.â Song Fengwanâs eyes were curved, and her face was the picture of innocence.
Old Madam Yan rubbed her cane with her fingertips and slightly raised her eyebrows.
She knew that this girl wasnât as simple as she looked since a long time ago. With just a few words, she actually led the trouble elsewhere, directly poking at Yan Wangchuanâs most sensitive nervesâ¦
⦠going straight into the minefield.
âUncle, I really donât want to ruin your marriage. I really donât mean that at allâ¦â Yan Zhihuan sobbed, so frightened that her voice was off-pitch.
âDo you have the guts to do that?!â The veins on Yan Wangchuanâs forehead popped up.
âUncleâ¦â Yan Zhihuan looked at his cold and oppressive expression and turned around to beg Old Madam Yan. âGrandma, I really donât mean to ruin Uncleâs wedding. Iâm really not thinking of thatâ¦â
Old Madam Yan didnât want to look at her at all. âIf you knew that this would happen, why did you do it in the first place?!â
âGrandmaâ¦â
âShaochen, throw her out. Sheâs dirtying my familyâs place. Our family wonât welcome you in the future!â Yan Wangchuan said directly.
Yan Zhihuanâs face turned pale. âUncle, I was wrong!â
She knelt, crawled toward Yan Wangchuan, and tried to beg him.
Not allowed to come here? Then, what will happen to me in the future?
Everything she had now was given to her by the Yan family. Without the Yan family, she was nothingâ¦
Just as she was about to touch Yan Wangchuan, Yan Shaochen grabbed her arm. âDonât get close to him anymore. If you dirty his clothes and make him angry, Iâm afraid you wonât be able to go out unscathed.â
Yan Zhihuanâs body stiffened, and she didnât dare to move an inch.
No matter how much she wailed and begged, no one in the living room spoke.
After she was dragged out, Yan Wangchuan narrowed his eyes to look at Xiao Jingan, who had been standing at the side.
He was already dumbfounded by the numerous turns of events.
âWhy are you here?â
âUncle.â Xiao Jinganâs expression was strange, and he felt uneasy under his gaze. âI just wanted to come and apologize to Miss Song. I⦠Iâll take my leave firstâ¦â
âWhat happened in our family todayâ¦â
âI donât know anything. Grandma Yan, Iâll come to see you another dayâ¦â With that, Xiao Jingan fled from the Yan residence.
F*ck, that little girl is so brutal.
She already had the upper hand, yet she still destroyed Yan Zhihuan. Looking down on Yan Wangchuan and ruining the wedding? Every hat she put on Yan Zhihuan was fatal. Sheâs too ruthless.
The sea breeze blew, and Xiao Jingan felt a chill run down his spine.
Song Fengwan definitely wants her life.
***
At this moment, everyone in the Yan family knew that not only did Yan Wangchuan have deep feelings for Qiao Aiyun, but he also doted on Song Fengwan a lot, so no one dared to neglect them.
Qiao Aiyun was cooking in the kitchen while Yan Wangchuan stood at the side to help her. He was clumsy and kept on being despised. Old Madam Yan sat on the sofa and continued to embroider mandarin ducks on a cloth of red satin.
Song Fengwan was in the courtyard, helping Yan Shaochen plant the money trees into new flower pots.
âYou were so ruthless to Yan Zhihuan just now.â Yan Shaochen held a shovel and loosened the soil in a pot.
âMy mom and I have just entered the Yan family, and there are already many people eyeing us covetously. This is a good time to establish our might and let certain people know that weâre not easily bullied.
âBesides, you have to be ruthless when defeating enemies.
âWe should let them be afraid of us from the first time, defeating them until they donât dare to do anything rash again in the future! Right, Big Brother Shaochen?â
Yan Shaochen felt a chill run down his spine.
Big Brother?
He didnât dare to be called this.
Song Fengwan might have wanted to establish her might in the Yan family long ago, and Yan Zhihuan was completely looking for trouble. She really deserves it.