CHAPTER 256: CHAPTER 254: EX-WIFE HELPS RECLAIM ILLICIT MONEY

Jiang Qimeng nearly spat out a mouthful of blood. Two billion? He expects me to just hand it over?

Dream on!

Jiang Qimeng struggled to suppress the frustration in her heart. "It’s not that I don’t want to give it; it’s that most of the money has already been spent. Have you forgotten how much we spent fighting Jian Xi before?"

She brought up Si Junyan’s past failures to shame him.

As expected, Si Junyan’s face darkened, and he looked utterly ashamed.

"Junyan, what can we do?"

She shifted the blame to Si Junyan, crying pitifully.

Si Junyan fumbled to wipe her tears. "I’ll handle it."

Jiang Qimeng feigned concern. "Don’t push yourself. After all, two billion is no small sum. He’s just getting revenge on me! Boo hoo hoo!"

The more pitifully she cried, the angrier Si Junyan became. "That bastard Si Yuhuan! I won’t let him get away with this!"

Yan Qing watched the two of them with a grim face, their theatrics grating on him. "Paying one’s debts is a matter of course. Miss Jiang, please don’t make it seem as if Director Si is indebted to you."

"Is this any place for you to speak?" Jiang Qimeng glared at him. She wanted to curse him out, but glancing at Si Junyan beside her, she burst into tears. "It’s true that the kind get bullied! Even an assistant dares to lecture me! I don’t want to live anymore!"

She ran out.

Si Junyan, consumed by rage, lunged forward with his fist raised. "You’re courting death! If I can’t hit Si Yuhuan, you think I can’t beat you to death?"

Yan Qing took a solid punch from him.

Just as Si Junyan was relentlessly trying to strike a vicious blow, a cold voice commanded from across the room, "Stop!"

Si Yuhuan emerged, supported by a young nurse.

His icy eyes, like bottomless pits, locked onto Si Junyan. In that instant, Si Junyan felt as if he were ensnared by a deathly aura, his breath turning frigid. He instinctively lowered his fist.

"Hmph! Hitting him is letting him off easy! A mere servant dares to speak like that? Is this your upbringing, Big Brother?!"

The last two words were practically squeezed through Si Junyan’s clenched teeth.

SLAP!

Si Yuhuan strode over and slapped him hard across the face. Si Junyan, whose face was already injured, cried out in pain, "Si Yuhuan! What do you think you’re doing?!"

"This slap is to teach you that Yan Qing is no servant. He’s a trusted aide I personally trained. Lay a hand on him, and you lay a hand on me. Where I am, you have no place to be insolent!"

The intense pressure bore down on Si Junyan’s face. He refused to live under the shadow of Si Yuhuan’s fear any longer. Struggling with all his might, he roared, "I’m going to kill you all!"

Yan Qing kicked out, sending Si Junyan flying several meters.

He scrambled up, ready to fight again, but Yan Qing quickly pinned him to the ground, immobilizing him.

Si Junyan struggled. "Let me go, or I’ll call the police!"

"Call the police? And say what? That you came looking for trouble, and we acted in self-defense? How many times have I told you to learn the law? Is your brain damaged?"

Every word from Si Yuhuan was like an icicle stabbing into Si Junyan’s heart.

For years, he had been suppressed. He was not as capable nor as bold as Si Yuhuan, living entirely in his shadow. Now that he had finally managed to overcome Si Yuhuan and achieve a higher status, to still be humiliated like this was a great blow to his pride. He felt an immense loss of face.

"Bullshit! Si Yuhuan, you go back on your word! Taking back money you gave to a woman—what kind of man does that make you?"

Si Yuhuan’s retort was sharp and cold. "If you can’t stand me, why don’t you pay her debt for her? That would truly show your magnanimity."

His words left Si Junyan speechless.

"If you can’t do that, then stop constantly declaring your love!"

Si Junyan snapped his head up, his eyes bloodshot. "You knew all along?"

Si Yuhuan spoke with indifference, "If you don’t want others to know, don’t do it in the first place."

This taunt sent Si Junyan into a furious rage. He angrily shook off Yan Qing. "So what if I love Sister Qimeng? Anything you can give her, I can give her too! And what you can’t, I can! It’s just two billion! Just you wait, I’ll get it for you!"

Watching Si Junyan’s resentful figure storm away, Yan Qing couldn’t help but sigh.

Si Yuhuan’s indifferent gaze remained unchanged, as if he were watching a monkey, without a ripple of emotion.

Jian Xi stood not far away, watching everything unfold, her emotions in turmoil.

Si Yuhuan had changed, she thought. He’d changed so much she could hardly recognize him.

In her past life, she could never have imagined any of this happening. It felt like a dream!

Si Yuhuan had actually moved against Si Junyan and Jiang Qimeng!

Incredible.

"What are you looking at? Since you’re here, come in," Si Yuhuan ordered coldly.

Jian Xi followed him in, step by step. Then, she suddenly realized, Why am I being so obedient? She turned to leave, but he forcefully pinned her against the glass window. "Don’t move! There’s a crowd out there waiting for a show!"

The recent commotion had been significant; even on the VIP floor, many people had gathered to watch. There were countless doctors and nurses as well.

"Let me go!" Jian Xi hissed through clenched teeth.

Si Yuhuan readily released her. He walked to the hospital bed and sat down, clutching his abdomen, his forehead beaded with cold sweat.

It was obvious that forcing himself to go out and confront Si Junyan had aggravated his injuries.

"You were acting so tough just now, and now you feel the pain? I didn’t realize you were so adept at teaching people lessons. Enduring humiliation to plot revenge must be bitter, huh? And finding out your ’white moonlight’ never had an ounce of genuine feeling for you—doesn’t that just shatter you?"

Seeing the unconcealed schadenfreude in Jian Xi’s eyes, her lips on the verge of a smirk, Si Yuhuan raised an eyebrow. "You find it amusing to see me like this? Happy now?"

"Indeed, I’m in a rather good mood."

After all, he had wounded her so deeply in the past; this was surely karmic retribution.

Jian Xi’s lips curved into a smile. "Don’t be too sad. You’ll get that two billion back to make your comeback."

She shoved the bank card worth one billion, a gift from her brother, into Si Yuhuan’s hand. "Here, take this. From now on, the Jian Family owes you nothing."

From this day forward, they would be completely cut off from each other. Jian Xi never wanted to see him again.

The coldness in her eyes conveyed her unyielding resolve. Si Yuhuan felt an inexplicable tightness in his chest as he pushed the bank card back. "I don’t want it."

He once again refused any help.

Jian Xi was unconcerned. "Fine. You still have that two billion, anyway."

"Jiang Qimeng won’t give it to me easily."

"You can sue her."

Si Yuhuan’s eyes fixed on her.

Jian Xi had a bad feeling. "You’re not thinking of asking me to file a lawsuit to get that two billion back for you, are you?"

How ironic!

An ex-wife helping her ex-husband recover the "ill-gotten gains" he’d given to his mistress!

It was an absolute joke!

"Only you have the ability to recover this money in the shortest possible time."

Jian Xi was the best lawyer in China.

"Dream on! Why should I help you? What makes you think you’re worth my help?"

Si Yuhuan began to unbutton his shirt.

"Hey! Are you a pervert or something?!" Jian Xi covered her eyes, stomping her foot in anger.

Undressing at the slightest provocation—what is wrong with him!

It was a mistake coming here to watch this!