CHAPTER 44: CHAPTER 44: THE CAUSE OF HIS EX-WIFE’S DEATH

Zhan Hanjue closed his eyes, enjoying Ningwan’s massage.

Ningwan’s massage technique was unique, and the pressure was just right, quickly making Zhan Hanjue appear comfortable.

"How is it? Is this pressure okay?" Ningwan observed his expression, pretending not to know the answer.

"Hmm, it’s alright." Zhan Hanjue answered with his eyes closed.

"There’s something I want to ask you for help with." Ningwan smiled sheepishly and began to speak.

Zhan Hanjue opened his eyes to look at her.

His eyes were dark and bright; clearly, he used to be blind, so how could his eyes be so dark and bright now?

Ningwan felt guilty under his gaze.

"You’re so smart; you should know what I want to ask you for."

"I know, but I can’t do it."

"You haven’t even tried yet, how do you know you can’t?" Ningwan asked urgently.

Zhan Hanjue said, "The four great families of Jiangcheng have been standing for a long time. Now the Zhan Family is the most dominant, but it can only be dominant. If it wanted to swallow any of the other families, the other two wouldn’t necessarily agree. The Lin Family and your Ye Family have marital ties, and the Feng Family is also distant relatives. Do you think I would offend the three families for your sake?"

"Then what would it take for you to help me?" Ningwan bit her lip.

Zhan Hanjue closed his eyes again.

Ningwan made a bold move and leaned in for a kiss.

Zhan Hanjue suddenly opened his eyes, pushed her away, and scolded, "Ningwan?"

"Didn’t you say you wanted me to willingly be your woman? If I’m willing, would you help me then?" Ningwan asked with a determined look in her eyes.

Zhan Hanjue’s face turned livid with anger as he shouted, "Get out."

Ningwan: "..."

"I’m not leaving. If you don’t agree to help me, I won’t leave."

Trying to drive her away wasn’t so easy.

She simply took off her shoes, got into bed, and wrapped herself in the quilt.

The conclusion she got from romance novels was that persistent women would prevail.

Zhan Hanjue: "..."

Where did that cold and proud woman go? Is she like a clingy plaster now?

"Get up now, or don’t blame me for being rude." Zhan Hanjue coldly scolded.

Ningwan closed her eyes even tighter, wrapping the quilt around herself like a cocoon.

Zhan Hanjue’s face turned dark as he went forward, picked her up along with the quilt, planning to throw her out the door.

However, as he opened the door, it happened to bump into Ye Ya, who was bringing soup.

Ye Ya was so frightened by his presence that she bowed her head, not daring to lift her eyes. Holding a bowl of soup, she stammered, "Mr.... Mr. Zhan, I... I... I made some... soup, please... drink it while it’s hot."

"He won’t drink soup in the middle of the night, take it back!" Ningwan immediately put on a stern face, wrapping her arms around Zhan Hanjue’s neck, declaring her claim.

But unfortunately, poor Ye Ya didn’t even notice her claim. Upon hearing that it wasn’t wanted, she immediately turned around with the soup and fled.

She was in such a hurry that the soup spilled along the way.

Zhan Hanjue frowned, then closed the door with his foot and threw Ningwan back onto the bed.

"Not kicking me out now?" Ningwan was surprised.

"What do you think it means that your cousin came to deliver soup at this time?" Zhan Hanjue leaned over her.

Ningwan thought for a moment.

Either she was instructed by the Ye Family to seduce Zhan Hanjue.

But apparently, they picked the wrong person.

They should have sent someone like Ye Xuan, with thick skin and courage, not Ye Ya, who didn’t even dare to look at Zhan Hanjue.

Or Old Mrs. Zhan sent her over, wanting to add some spark to their lukewarm marriage since they hadn’t had children yet.

But from what she knew about Old Mrs. Zhan, she wouldn’t be meddlesome enough to do such things.

"The Ye Family? But that doesn’t make sense; they wouldn’t send Ye Ya to seduce you."

"Perhaps, it’s not about me." Zhan Hanjue said.

Ningwan’s eyes widened.

If it’s not about Zhan Hanjue, then what’s it for?

"Want to know the reason?"

Ningwan nodded, of course she wanted to know.

Maybe it had something to do with her.

"If you want to know, go ask. If you find out the reason, I might consider helping you." Zhan Hanjue lightly pinched her chin.

Ningwan blushed slightly. Why pinch her chin when talking?

"Fine, I’ll go ask right now." Ningwan pushed his hand away and got off the bed.

Ye Ya returned to her room, heart still pounding, and couldn’t help but pat her chest to calm herself down.

She was really scared just now.

However, before she could fully recover, Ningwan suddenly barged in.

Ye Ya trembled with fright, her face pale as she asked, "Third Sister, what’s the matter?"

Ningwan walked over and without restraint slapped her across the face.

The slap was so heavy that it made the corner of her mouth bleed.

Ye Ya covered her face and cried, "Third Sister, why did you hit me? What did I do wrong?"

She was the fourth miss of the Ye Family after all, though not as favored as Ye Xuan, no one dared treat her in such a way.

"Why did I hit you? You had nowhere to go, and I kindly took you in. But what about you? Bringing soup to your brother-in-law late at night, what do you mean by that? Do you take me for a fool? I took you in kindly, and you repay me by trying to seduce my husband. Hitting you is already light; I should tie you up and send you back to the Ye Family to let Second Uncle, Second Aunt, and Grandpa judge your actions."

"I didn’t, I didn’t want to seduce Mr. Zhan." Ye Ya shook her head, denying it.

Ningwan snorted coldly, "Would I believe just because you say so? Either leave the Zhan Family immediately, or I’ll tie you up and send you back to the Ye Family. Your choice."

Ye Ya covered her face, tears of grievance streaming down.

She would obviously choose the first option.

Crying as she covered her face, she ran away, not daring to stay a moment longer.

The moment she left the Zhan Family, Zhan Hanjue’s men followed her.

Within two hours, Wu came back with a report: "Miss Ye Ya didn’t return to the Ye Family; she went to the Feng Family."

Zhan Hanjue nodded, waving Wu off.

Ningwan frowned, "The Feng Family? Why did she go to the Feng Family?"

Soon, she thought of Zhan Hanjue’s first wife, who was a daughter of the Feng Family.

Rumor had it she died suddenly of a violent illness, causing her eyes to deepen in thought.

Could it be that Ye Ya was sent by the Feng Family to probe into the death of Feng Qianru?

"What are you thinking?" Zhan Hanjue looked at her.

Ningwan snapped back to reality, immediately shaking her head.

"If you’re thinking something, then ask." Zhan Hanjue said coldly.

"Your first wife... how did she die? What illness did she have?" It was his suggestion to ask; she had nothing to lose by asking.

"Want to know?" Zhan Hanjue looked at her with disdainful eyes.

Ningwan nodded.

"I don’t want to talk about it."

Zhan Hanjue casually left a sentence and got up to leave.

Ningwan: "..."

He asked her to inquire but didn’t want to talk about it?

Was he just toying with her?

Fine, she wouldn’t bother arguing with him.

Now she should think about how to take revenge on Fu Wenfang and the Lin Family.

Ningwan tossed and turned all night.

If it were to kill someone silently, she had a hundred ways. And she had many methods to inflict physical pain.

But if she wanted to destroy the entire Lin Family, she didn’t know where to start.

Fu Wenfang was right.

Even if she knew the truth, so what?

The Ye Family wouldn’t stand out for her, and if Zhan Hanjue didn’t help, even if she knew the truth, she wouldn’t be able to avenge herself.