CHAPTER 399: CHAPTER 397: YOU SHOULD COUNT YOURSELF LUCKY IF I DON’T GIVE YOU TROUBLE

After seeing off Zhang’s parents safely, Jian Xi returned, only to hear Zhang Yaxuan recount everything that Si Yuhuan had just taken Zhang’s father to discuss in private.

"It’s a rarity that he didn’t harm the old folks; I guess he’s not rotten to the core." Jian Xi’s tone was sarcastic.

Zhang Yaxuan, who was initially fuming, couldn’t help but burst into laughter at her words.

"You really despise him."

"It’s not disgust, it’s fear—the fear of never wanting to get involved with him again, primarily because of how he snatched the wealth back using unknown tricks, putting Jian Group and me under immense pressure. I’m afraid of him. Who knows if one day he might just wipe out the entire Jian Family in a bad mood? Just thinking about it sends chills down my spine."

In the past life, he used ruthless methods to oppress Jian Group, damaging my parents and brothers. Si Yuhuan’s actions this time stirred up memories for her. Jian Xi cares a lot about the children, but she also cares about her family. She won’t allow anyone to get hurt.

Reborn, if she still indulged in petty affections and harmed her family, that would be an unforgivable sin.

"It sounds like he’s really skilled at manipulation and tactics. Don’t you think he’s doing this to make you stay by his side forever? His actions are extreme, but maybe he has no other choice?"

Jian Xi glanced over.

Zhang Yaxuan raised both hands, "I must be in love, but no matter what way or manner, such actions are despicable."

"That’s right, you’re my comrade."

"No! You’re my benefactor! Luckily you didn’t decide to cut ties completely today; otherwise, my parents...."

"Even so, your parents are probably also in deep trouble."

The loss of Mingming has made them worried. She had explained a lot earlier and consoled them for a long time.

"My father probably has this thought, and it might make him live a bit longer. You know, the power of psychological suggestion can extend a person’s life."

Jian Xi nodded, remembering something, "I have a friend who’s a psychologist, very skilled. Perhaps I could recommend him to help treat your father, to provide him with more courage and faith to live on?"

"Great!"

Jian Xi tried to contact Huang Ying after returning but received no response.

It was as if she had vanished from the world.

It was worrying.

She repeatedly called Song Xicheng, but he didn’t answer.

Probably because he believed Si Yuhuan’s "slanderous words," that scoundrel.

Jian Xi sent him a message: [Huang Ying has been out of touch for a long time. If you have any conscience, find him. My abilities are limited.]

Song Xicheng quickly called back.

"What’s wrong? How could she disappear like that?"

After hearing Jian Xi say she went undercover to administer drugs, Song Xicheng almost cursed.

It seemed he wasn’t aware of the whole situation.

Huang Ying truly kept her mouth sealed.

Jian Xi became even more worried.

She approached Si Yuhuan.

The line was constantly busy.

"Go and check."

Unable to wait, she drove directly to Si Yuhuan’s villa.

On the way, a red SUV forced her to stop, intercepting her by the roadside.

Several bodyguards in leather jackets got out of the car.

"Miss Jian, our sister Xinxin invites you."

Jian Xi frowned, "I have something to attend to. I’ll see her later."

In red high boots, Xinxin, wearing a hot mini-skirt, got out of the car like a vixen. She took off her sunglasses and beckoned to Jian Xi with a finger, "Miss Jian, don’t you want to see your son?"

"Xinxin! You made a mistake yourself, letting Si Yuhuan discover clues, and now you’re threatening me with my son? Aren’t you being too despicable?"

"Hmph!"

Si Yuhuan had promised to accompany her, but just one call came saying he was tired and hung up.

She was so angry that she couldn’t sleep all night and insisted on confronting Jian Xi today.

"If it weren’t for you, would I have slipped up? It seems you really don’t want your son!"

One after another, everyone used her son to blackmail her!

Jian Xi, seething with anger, restrained her temper, "What do you want?"

"It’s very simple, leave China. If you leave, I’ll return the child to you, and we stay out of each other’s way."

A mistress brazenly intervening.

At first, she knew some boundaries, but now it had reached this point.

Jian Xi truly didn’t know where she got the courage.

"Hand over the child to me now, and I’ll take him away immediately, never to appear in front of Si Yuhuan again. What do you think?"

Xinxin hesitated.

This puzzled Jian Xi, "What? The child isn’t in your hands?"

"How could that be!"

She seemed ready to explode, like a lit fuse.

Jian Xi found her more suspicious, "Xinxin, did Fu Wenxin take the child?"

Thinking of this possibility, Jian Xi felt the blood in her veins almost flow backward.

Xinxin tensed for a moment, then quickly smiled, "How could that be? I’m surrounded by trusted people; even Si Yuhuan would find it hard to see the child. How could Fu Wenxin take the child from right under my nose."

She counterattacked, "Are you questioning my capabilities?"

Jian Xi watched her defend herself so confidently, frowning.

Xinxin felt uneasy under the gaze.

Jian Xi slowly spoke, "It’s best if not, don’t let me find out you’re playing tricks."

The phone rang.

Si Yuhuan was calling.

Xinxin immediately fell silent.

It was clear she cared a lot about Si Yuhuan.

"Get your ass over here!" Si Yuhuan was furious.

Jian Xi wasn’t fazed at all, "Seems like Song Xicheng is giving you trouble?"

This damn man, he still had some conscience, and Huang Ying didn’t like him for nothing.

Gesturing to Xinxin, Jian Xi drove off.

Xinxin stomped in anger, "Damn it! I was clearly here to cause trouble, but she turned the tables on me."

Jian Xi hurriedly arrived at Si Yuhuan’s villa, Song Xicheng’s Bugatti was parked at the entrance, and so was Si Yuhuan’s black one. Song Xicheng’s bright purple one was ostentatiously flashy.

The sound of two people laughing came from inside.

Just as she was about to leave, she was called back, "Hey! Jian Xi, come in."

Jian Xi turned around. Song Xicheng stood at the door with his hands on his hips, holding a wine glass, and pointed casually, with an annoyingly superior attitude.

"Song Xicheng, did you find her?" They had a bad feeling.

Si Yuhuan emerged from behind him. The two had completely different looks: one was devilishly flashy and cool, the other cold and domineering. Si Yuhuan’s handsomeness was as sharp as a blade, overshadowing everything. Once, she was mesmerized by his world-dominating aura, losing her senses in love.

"Come in."

He commanded.

Jian Xi walked in heroically, sat directly on the sofa.

"If you don’t find her today, you’ll have to explain to me!"

"Hah!" Si Yuhuan laughed in anger.

Song Xicheng couldn’t help defending his good brother, "Jian Xi, are you mistaken? It’s your fault!"

Jian Xi immediately stood up, pointed at Song Xicheng’s nose, and vented, "My fault? Did I make Huang Ying fall in love with me? Did I make her come all the way to stand up for me? Song Xicheng, where did your conscience go when you say that?"

Song Xicheng was left speechless, eyes wide open.