Yao Chen kicked over the table in a fit of rage. "Who the hell have you taken money from? How dare you speak such nonsense!" He grabbed Old Wu by the collar, making it hard for him to breathe.
The police in the room quickly reacted, using a stun baton to separate the two men. Once Old Wu was freed, he bent over, gasping for air, and quickly stopped the police from using further force on Yao Chen.
He tugged at his tie, loosened his collar, and plopped down next to Yao Chen. "I've followed you for more than ten years. When have I ever lied to you?"
Yao Chen, still on the floor and reeling from the electric shock, clenched his teeth and replied, "I! Don't! Believe you!"
Old Wu sighed, feeling the weight of sadness. "Ah, the flowered land is indeed the grave of heroes."
"You, my old friend, have fallen right into the hands of this woman..."
Yao Chen demanded to see Han Yanyan. No matter what Old Wu said, he would not believe it until Han Yanyan herself confirmed it. But Han Yanyan refused to meet him.
It wasn’t until two months later, in court, that he finally saw his wife again. It was at that moment that he truly realized it was she who had meticulously gathered evidence, given tips, and ultimately delivered the fatal blow.
He glared fiercely at her. She wore a loose-fitting dress, and after two months of absence, her belly had grown substantially. This rounded figure made her already enchanting face appear softer. She placed her hand on the constitution and solemnly swore that she spoke only the truth.
As Yao Chen's wife, the person he had trusted completely, she knew too many important secrets. The evidence she obtained using her power was deadly. Yao Chen had no ground to fight back.
During her testimony, he continued to watch her. She was calm, her tone steady.
How could a woman remain so composed while sending her husband—the father of her unborn child—into a certain death? What kind of heart could she possess? Did she even have a heart at all?
Yao Chen's fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
Han Yanyan consistently avoided making eye contact with him. Based on her experiences from her previous life with Qiao Wenxing, she felt that this world might end right here in court. Since that was the case, there was no need for further contact.
For this very reason, she allowed her child to develop naturally and didn’t seek an abortion. After all, they'd all vanish with the world.
But when the judge declared Yao Chen and his important accomplices condemned to death, the world showed no signs of change—no earthquakes, no blinding white light consuming everything.
Han Yanyan knit her brows and looked around. Was it really necessary to wait for Yao Chen to be executed? Or was it possible that this time... she had used the wrong method?
Finally, she glanced at Yao Chen, only to find that he had been staring at her the whole time.
His eyes were bloodshot, filled with resentment. If he wasn't handcuffed or standing behind iron bars, he might have come forward to tear her apart.
Han Yanyan felt a chill sweep over her. She held his gaze for a moment before turning away.
Yao Chen's fate was a result of his own illegal actions and misdeeds.
Han Yanyan repeated this thought in her mind. She felt a sense of relief that in this world, the target she had to deal with was someone as wicked as Yao Chen, allowing her to send him to court without any psychological burden.
He was merely paying back the sins he had committed. It was not because of her.
Stepping out of the courthouse, the sky was clear and bright. Jiang Ye took a deep breath, feeling as if the weight that had been pressing down on him for years had finally lifted, bringing him an exhilarating sense of freedom.
In stark contrast, Han Yanyan felt nothing of the sort as she gazed at the same sky. Her brows were tightly knitted, puzzled by why she felt this way. Why hadn't the world ended yet? Why was there not even the slightest sign of change?
Even a small tremor would bring her some peace.
"So, what are your plans now?" Jiang Ye asked her.
Han Yanyan inquired, "When will they seize the house?"
"I can have them wait a couple more days..." Jiang Ye suggested. "If you need anything, you should hurry back and gather your things."
In freezing conditions, the assets belonging to Yao Chen were being checked, and Han Yanyan's assets were included. Jiang Ye discovered she owned nothing; all her assets were under Yao Chen's name. Her bank account had only a little over a hundred thousand—a decent amount for an ordinary worker but merely enough for a purse or a bracelet considering her past lifestyle.
There might still be some valuables or cash in that luxury house, and Jiang Ye could use his position to grant her some leniency to "collect" her belongings. But even if sold, that money would not allow her to return to her former life.
Jiang Ye felt a mix of emotions. What did she aim to gain by helping bring down Yao Chen?
Han Yanyan returned to the home she shared with Yao Chen. Everything remained the same, except for the absence of one man.
This man had shared every corner of this house with her, passionately making love and clumsily helping her in the kitchen, often leaving a mess. He had treated her with both domination and gentleness. Their relationship could easily fill the pages of a romance novel if only someone were to write it down.
As she surveyed the room, Han Yanyan found it cold and unfamiliar.
She did not rush to "tidy up." Whether it was clothes or jewelry, none of it mattered to her. The important thing was how to end this world.
In comparison, the previous world with Qiao Wenxing had felt much simpler. She didn’t even need to confront him directly; she almost effortlessly completed her task. However, in this world, she had poured all her effort and time into Yao Chen, standing beside him day and night, yet at this crucial moment, there were no signs of the world ending.
Han Yanyan contemplated for a long time, feeling lost.
She attempted to call for Leo, but there was still no response.
Being pregnant made her easily fatigued, and she eventually gave up. As dusk settled, she decided to wash up and sleep early.
Autumn nights were always dry, leaving Han Yanyan restless. Struggling to get comfortable, she finally got up to drink some water.
The downstairs lights were off; she relied on her familiarity with the house to navigate the darkness. She didn't notice that in the dark living room, a man sat on the sofa and watched her with a sinister gaze.
Being pregnant made her feel unusually hot; craving something cold, Han Yanyan reached the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of ice water, taking a sip.
As she closed the fridge door, she suddenly saw a bald man standing next to her—San Hu!
Han Yanyan's pupils dilated, and the water bottle slipped from her hand, spilling everywhere. Before she could run, San Hu grabbed her hair and dragged her away.
"Filthy b*tch!" he cursed as he pulled Han Yanyan along.
There was no one around, and the house was well soundproofed—yelling wouldn’t help. Han Yanyan stayed quiet, struggling in silence.
Suddenly, the lights in the living room turned on, and Han Yanyan squinted in pain, closing her eyes tightly. San Hu continued to drag her into the living room. She opened her eyes to see Yao Chen sitting on the sofa.
He sat there with one ankle crossed over the other knee, idly toying with a flying knife. The sharp blade spun effortlessly between his long fingers, seeming to meld into his hand.
Held tightly by San Hu, Han Yanyan kept her lips shut and stared at Yao Chen.
At that moment, her phone rang from the coffee table. The caller ID was Jiang Ye, and both men in the room narrowed their eyes at the sight.
Yao Chen leaned forward to pick up the phone, pressed "answer," and brought it to Han Yanyan's cheek.
"Miss Han! Are you at home right now? I just heard the news that the police car transferring Yao Chen was hijacked! He has escaped and may come to seek revenge on you. Stay there and do not move! I'll be right over with people!" Jiang Ye spoke in urgency.
Han Yanyan looked into Yao Chen's eyes and calmly replied, "I'm at home, waiting for you."
As soon as the call ended, San Hu struck her across the face. "Stinking b*tch!"
The police car had been hijacked, and it was San Hu who had done it. After being wrongfully accused, he returned silently upon hearing the news of Yao Chen's downfall. Once he discovered that it was Han Yanyan who had brought Yao Chen down, he immediately understood who had stirred dissent between him and Yao Chen.
The slap knocked Han Yanyan onto the sofa, and her protruding belly took the hit, causing pain to flash across her face.
The muscles in Yao Chen's cheeks twisted, and he swiftly grabbed San Hu's wrist, stopping him from inflicting further harm.
"Brother! Let me kill this b*tch!" San Hu growled through clenched teeth.
"Get out. I need to talk to her alone," Yao Chen said calmly, realizing that there was nothing left to salvage.
Frustrated, San Hu stormed out to keep watch.
Han Yanyan turned over.
Yao Chen stepped in front of her, reaching out with his thumb to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth. Even now, there was no panic or fear in her eyes.
What kind of woman was his wife? He had married her, yet he knew nothing about her.
Yao Chen squatted down in front of Han Yanyan, and instinctively, she recoiled, trying to shrink back against the sofa, her body tensing. He studied her for a moment, his gaze landing on her round belly.
He extended his hand, gently stroking her swollen abdomen, and asked, "Have you felt the baby move?"
Han Yanyan remained silent.
Placing his hand on her belly, he looked up and softly asked, "Tell me, whose child is this?"
Yao Chen, like Jiang Ye, belonged to this world. Neither could escape its confines, and thus they could only think and probe into Han Yanyan's motives for betraying him with fixed ideas.
Even his suspicions aligned with Jiang Ye’s, believing Han Yanyan must have become involved with another man.
Only foolish love could blind someone. It was this very love that drove Han Yanyan to risk losing everything to eliminate him.
But Han Yanyan said, "I worked hard for eight months to conceive this child; of course, it’s yours."
She gazed into his eyes, gently assuring him, "Yao Chen, I have no other man."
Yao Chen stared deep into her eyes, and reason told him that she was telling the truth.
"Before I met you, did we already have enmity?" he asked.
Han Yanyan replied, "No."
Yao Chen's voice was soft, like a wolf trying to coax Little Red Riding Hood. "Tell me the truth, don’t be afraid; I won't hit women."
Han Yanyan held his gaze for a moment before saying, "But you would kill women, right?"
Yao Chen's expression shifted dramatically as he stepped back, surprise overtaking him.
Han Yanyan looked at him, unearthing the buried secret in his heart.
"There are two unclaimed and unidentifiable corpses in the police morgue. One is male—your father. The other is female—your mother," she stated. "Your mother wasn't killed by your father; you were the one who killed her, weren’t you?"
The muscles in Yao Chen's face contorted.
That night had been a turning point in his life.
"She was beaten every day. That day, that man almost killed her," he gritted his teeth. "I killed that man, but she went crazy and struck me. She said she couldn't live without him. If that was the case, I... fulfilled her wish."
From that moment, his entire life twisted and turned into what it is today.
Han Yanyan felt deep remorse for him, but her hand stealthily slipped into the gap in the sofa cushion…
Yao Chen suddenly noticed her subtle movement! His pupils contracted sharply!
Realizing her action had been discovered, Han Yanyan did not hesitate any longer and swiftly pulled out the gun she had hidden in the sofa.
Having gained great power through Yao Chen, it was no trivial task for Han Yanyan to quietly obtain a gun from his people without him ever knowing.
With the gun aimed at Yao Chen, she pulled the trigger.
This was the second time she had fired a weapon toward Yao Chen. What would happen this time?
The author has something to say: I’ve spilled money, and I’m rolling back for a second update.
Such a cliché author. shrug