CHAPTER 557: CHAPTER 519: TRADE SHARES FOR FREEDOM

"Chou Huahua, keep on pretending."

"Hmph, you said you wouldn’t interfere!"

How could he possibly stand by idly when it came to his Little Wife? First, he had people chase each other with yachts, then he orchestrated a worker’s accidental fall into the water.

The main point was to provide hidden assistance.

She was his first love, and she was the cinnabar mole; this had been decided a long time ago.

He would eliminate all potential dangers for her.

"Wow, this song is good, I like it."

During the conversation, Leng Lingxiao picked up the microphone and started to sway to the rhythm.

Tang Xiaowan had saved hundreds of songs before, mostly fiery ones, and this one was her go-to must-sing piece.

"Tangtang, hurry up and sing!"

"Singing alone is so boring, it’s better to..."

"Roll dice?" Leng Lingxiao’s thin lips curled slightly.

"Whoever rolls the higher number sings, and also has to answer a question, no holding back."

"Well... okay, no problem."

Tang Xiaowan had a blast at Yelanxiang until she was too sleepy to keep her eyes open, and then was carried out of the private room by Leng Lingxiao, who took her back to Nanfeng Mansion.

When she woke up, it was already three in the afternoon.

"I can’t believe I slept so long!"

"Miss, there are visitors at home, the old lady said... that if Miss... prefers, you do not have to go."

"Oh, those few from the tea garden?"

"No, it’s the Jiang siblings."

Tang Xiaowan suddenly sat up.

Are they trying to avoid hurting my feelings?

Last month, the matter of Jiang Kexin intentionally harming her had been thoroughly investigated by Cheng Shi.

Dead debts are forgotten, and she was not one to hold grudges.

"What are they here for?"

"To cozy up, obviously. The Leng Family is already a mess, and it won’t be long before... the Jiang Family scrambles to cling to Mr. Wang’s powerful coattails."

"Didn’t Li Zishen block the news?"

"There’s no wall that doesn’t let some wind through."

"Unless someone deliberately leaked it, there’s no way Li Zishen would... let the Leng Family be exposed to the storm. It’s not to his advantage."

Wang Meijuan: "?"

Surely it couldn’t be Wang Junchen?

Hm, very possible.

"Speaking of which, how come Chou Huahua is so lucky?" Tang Xiaowan suddenly raised her right hand and asked with a frown, "Every time we roll the dice, he wins. I’m hoarse from all the singing, it’s so frustrating!"

Wang Meijuan: "..."

"So you and Mr. Leng were singing all along, not... I thought you went on a date."

"Isn’t singing also a date?"

"Yes, of course."

Wang Meijuan grinned sheepishly and, before Tang Xiaowan could react, she scooted off towards the fitting room.

"Miss, these just arrived this morning."

Tang Xiaowan saw two bronze-colored rolling racks swiftly pushed out by Wang Meijuan, laden with autumn long dresses of various styles and patterns.

Tang Xiaowan’s eyes gleamed.

"My gosh, there are so many!"

Sure enough, Huahua knows me best.

"Mr. Wang said that a new bride should wear something different every day, dress however she wants."

Tang Xiaowan, utterly shocked: "Wang Junchen?"

"Yeah, Miss, come try them on."

"It’s just paying him back for a grudge!"

"It’s care, clearly the care of... an old father... for his daughter," Wang Meijuan said as she watched Tang Xiaowan’s reaction.

"Humph, he’s just got more money than he knows what to do with, or maybe it’s just to give himself some peace of mind."

"Yes, yes, Miss is right."

"Forget it, let’s go with this one, it doesn’t hurt to try, plus it saves me from spending my own money."

"Exactly, look, how beautiful!"

"Pfft, he lived in Y country for over twenty years, and his taste is so old-fashioned and ugly, look at these, each one is a mismatched mess."

"Seems okay, how about trying this one?"

Despite Tang Xiaowan’s words of disdain, her face couldn’t hide her delight.

Wang Meijuan saw through it all but didn’t point it out.

At this time in the living room, Wang Junchen was having a delightful conversation with Jiang Yongxing, while Ye Wanhua’s gaze fell on the somewhat nervous Jiang Yongli.

She hadn’t expected that, after so many years, Jiang Yongli was still hopelessly in love with Wang Jinhui.

It seems Dad’s charm is still pretty strong!

Well, it’s just your bad luck, who told Dad to only like Mom’s type.

Jiang Yongli’s outfit today was all the latest of the season, a khaki trench coat paired with a light blue long dress, her feet in high heels of the same color as her dress, giving off a fresh and elegant vibe.

Before coming, she had rehearsed countless times in her mind and even prepared for dealing with Wang Jinhui, like why she switched to contract manufacturing.

But it turned out to be all for nothing.

Wang Jinhui and Tang Mei just exchanged a few courtesy words with them before leaving.

"Miss Jiang, please have some tea."

"Sure, Mrs. Xie."

Indeed, after Jiang Yongli had some tea, her nerves relaxed quite a bit. She began to chat leisurely with Ye Wanhua, talking about the scenic beauty of Nanfeng Mansion.

She had always wanted to come but never had the chance.

Ye Wanhua clearly understood the hidden meaning in her words and said with a smile, "Miss Jiang, why not take a stroll in the greenhouse, accompany me to look at the new bonsais?"

"It would be my honor, Mrs. Xie."

All the bonsais in the greenhouse were personally selected by Wang Jinhui, from all over the world.

Being women themselves, Ye Wanhua truly pitied the lovesick Jiang Yongli and suggested she take a tour of the greenhouse as a form of consolation.

Shortly after, the two of them left together, and Wang Junchen continued discussing the pharmaceutical factory with Jiang Yongxing.

...

Meanwhile, at Jin City Li Garden.

Yuan Min had been missing for over 24 hours.

At this time, Li Garden was as silent as death, everyone was treading carefully, even Nanny Chen and Uncle Cai dared not ask too much.

In the study, Li Zishen gently touched a piece of Yuan Min’s calligraphy practice that she hadn’t finished copying, his heart twisted with pain.

Mom, I’m sorry!

For the Leng Family, I could only do this.

At that moment, the slightly ajar study door received three gentle knocks from a rough hand, followed by Du Feng’s deep voice reporting, "Brother Shen, the person has arrived."

A moment later, Second Aunt Lai walked in.

She had been making a fuss about wanting to see Li Zishen ever since she was put under house arrest in the basement last night.

Li Zishen had been as gracious as could be to Second Aunt Lai, merely keeping her confined without taking any special pains to make things difficult, as his principle was to not extend misfortunes to family members.

"Zishen, thank you for still being willing to see me."

"Speak your piece."

"Actually, he started regretting it halfway, but these past few days, he’s been busy dealing with the Anzhi Meng matter, and neglected it, it wasn’t his intention to..."

"Hmph, what a convenient excuse!"

"Zishen, your second uncle said... he wants to transfer all his shares to you. That way, the Leng Family won’t be affected, the efforts of generations of the Leng Family..."

"Are you done?"

"Zishen, I beg you to let Zizhen go, he knows nothing about this... please..."

"Leave."

"Fine, I’ll go, but think it over."

As soon as Second Aunt Lai left, Li Zishen picked up the Purple Sand Cup and violently threw it toward the doorway.

Golden chrysanthemum tea scattered across the floor.

His mother had been maliciously harmed, the perpetrator was nowhere to be found, yet they still dared to negotiate terms with him using shares.

A few minutes later, Li Zihan pushed the door and entered. When he saw the mess on the floor and the blood-red in his brother Li Zishen’s eyes, he immediately clenched his fists.

"Bro, let me handle second uncle."

The air suddenly grew tense, Li Zishen calmed down for a few seconds, then quickly stepped in front of his brother.

"What are you planning to do?"

"If you do something wrong, you have to pay the price."