CHAPTER 315: CHAPTER 315: WHY DID SHE DIE?

Ye Ningwan was infuriated to death by Wan Yufeng.

Her mother regained her memory, but this hateful man kept insisting that her mother was ill and needed treatment.

However, arguing with him was useless.

"Since you say she is ill, I’m a doctor, I can treat her. Let me see her, it might make a difference," Ye Ningwan pleaded again.

Wan Yufeng shook his head, "No, I said no, and you shouldn’t persist. Persisting is useless."

Ye Ningwan grit her teeth.

After a moment, she said spitefully, "Aren’t you afraid I’ll kill you while making your medicine?"

"Young lady, I dare let you make medicine for me because I’ve ensured absolute safety. Furthermore, since I’ve told you everything, do you think I would still let you leave?" Wan Yufeng said with a smile.

Ye Ningwan’s heart went cold.

Looking at this ugly yet confident man, her heart slowly sank.

This man was terrifying; what he wanted to accomplish was likely much more than this.

After getting out of the car, they boarded a helicopter and soon returned to Philadelphia.

Wan Yufeng brazenly took her to the Wan Family.

Directly leading her to the backyard and locking her in there.

She only had the space of one room to move around.

The room had a bathroom and even a large balcony filled with flowers.

However, she couldn’t leave this room.

There were guards at the door, and the courtyard was also guarded.

Her phone had long been confiscated, and the room only had a TV, with no communication devices whatsoever.

On the second day of being locked up, several people came, introducing themselves first.

Then they discussed with her about making medicine.

Now Ye Ningwan finally understood why Wan Yufeng wasn’t afraid of her tampering with the medicine.

The people who came were also the top experts in Chinese medicine, including one with an authority like BeiDou.

He actually managed to invite such individuals.

With these people around, naturally, he wasn’t afraid of her tampering with the medicine.

Let alone tampering, even if the dosage was slightly off, it would be immediately detected.

"I refuse to make medicine."

Ye Ningwan angrily refused to cooperate and refused to discuss the medicine-making with these experts.

The experts, having no choice, called Wan Yufeng over.

Wan Yufeng seemed very much like a kind father, asking gently, "What’s making you upset this time?"

"Don’t speak as if you were my father; you are the enemy who killed my father. Why would I treat an enemy who killed my father? How long have you had your progeria? If it isn’t cured, you’ll die soon, won’t you? Watching you die would be revenge for my father."

"Yes, you’re right. If my illness isn’t cured, I’ll die soon. But Ningwan, you must know, if I die, your mother will leave with me. And you will too. Would you be willing?" Wan Yufeng asked calmly.

Ye Ningwan clenched her fists in anger, "Wan Yufeng, you are too cruel."

"Yes, I’m precisely this cruel. If you don’t behave, you’ll suffer, and so will your mother. Didn’t you ask last time how your mother survived? I’ll tell you, from the moment your mother married your father, I planned this. Step by step, everything went smoothly. Besides luck, it’s more about my ability to grasp everyone’s mind."

"Did you use Fu Wenfang?" Ye Ningwan asked coldly.

Wan Yufeng nodded, "Yes, without her, things wouldn’t have gone so smoothly. Actually, during the car accident, I was nearby. Originally, I planned for the accident to occur after your mother got off the car. But unexpectedly, the accident happened earlier. Fu Wenfang initially agreed with me to take your mother away, yet she wanted her dead. Luckily, I didn’t trust her, so I followed closely, saving your mother before the car exploded. Also, I’ll tell you something else, your father didn’t die initially. He watched as I took your mother away. However, I think he was relieved at that moment; at least your mother survived."

Ye Ningwan clenched her fists hard.

Her fingernails dug into her flesh, but she felt no pain.

Because her heart hurt more.

Especially thinking about her father’s last moments, watching helpless as his wife was taken away. How painful must that have been?

"Shouldn’t you be grateful that I saved your mother?" Wan Yufeng asked.

"Why should I be grateful?" Ye Ningwan retorted coldly, "If my mother had the choice, she probably would have preferred to die with my father rather than live with you for so many years."

"But the reality is, she not only lived with me for many years but also bore me two children. Those two children are your siblings. Ningwan, are you really so heartless as to let them lose their parents at such a young age? Are you really content to leave this world with me and your mother?"

"Zhan Hanjue will definitely come to save me," Ye Ningwan asserted.

Wan Yufeng smiled, stood up, and said, "Since you’re still so stubborn, let’s talk again tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow, you’ll change your mind."

Ye Ningwan frowned, puzzled about why he said she would change her mind tomorrow.

Could something happen tomorrow?

The next day, Ye Ningwan turned on the TV in boredom and finally understood what Wan Yufeng meant when she saw the news report.

The TV was reporting news about a female corpse salvaged from Jiangcheng City. Upon investigation, it was found to be Zhan Group’s president’s wife, Ye Ningwan.

Zhan Group’s stocks plummeted, and their president, Zhan Hanjue, refused interviews and didn’t appear publicly.

"How could this happen? Why did she die?"

Ye Ningwan murmured to herself.

The news continued to broadcast on TV, but she couldn’t hear anything anymore.

She quickly ran to the door and pounded on it.

"Wan Yufeng, what the hell is going on? Why is this happening?"

The guards informed Wan Yufeng, and he quickly came over.

Once the door opened, he walked in.

Ye Ningwan stepped back repeatedly, her face angry, questioning, "What’s going on, why am I dead?"

Wan Yufeng smiled and said, "Your mother also died back then, and now she’s still alive, isn’t she? She only appears dead in the eyes of others. The same goes for you, albeit in a different way in the future."

"I was taken away by Bai Wenjing, and he never sent me home. If I was really salvaged from the river, Zhan Hanjue would definitely suspect." Ye Ningwan still struggled, unwilling to believe he could deceive so easily.

Wan Yufeng smiled.

He changed channels with the remote, but it wasn’t a TV channel—it was a screen cast.

On the screen, Zhan Hanjue sat in a chair, his face sullen, his fists tightly clenched, and tears visibly streaming down his cheeks.

He was crying, incredibly sorrowful.

But why was he crying?

If he didn’t believe she was dead, how could he possibly cry?