By now, He Huaisen was beyond caring. He let out a cold sneer and said, “Why should I shut up? I was the one who met Yan Bing first. I was the one who fell in love with Yan Bing first. It was you… it was all of you who tore us apart. What right does that worthless man have to marry her? He Huaiyi is nothing but trash…”
His eyes were wide with fury, a raging torrent of hatred swirling within them.
Perhaps because he had never seen He Huaisen like this, the Old Master He nearly choked on his breath, struggling to draw air.
Suddenly, He Huaisen’s gaze fell upon He Jingnian!
He mocked, “Jingnian, you also think your dear father is a faithless coward, don’t you?
He was the one who promised Yan Bing a lifetime of devotion, but what did he do? He actually cheated on her while she was pregnant and fathered a child out of wedlock.
My Yan Bing… she became deeply unhappy after that, eventually sinking into depression and passing away. And that scoundrel He Huaiyi? Just one month after Yan Bing’s death, he married another woman and brought their illegitimate child into the family. How could I not hate him? How could I not resent him? He stole the woman I loved, and he caused her death. He deserves to die—”
He Jingnian’s face remained expressionless as he watched He Huaisen weep bitterly. The grief seemed genuine.
He Huaisen no longer cared about anything. He said, “That’s right, I did it all. I used Yan Bing to drain your luck. If you want to blame anyone, blame your dear father. My plan was to use your luck to take control of the He family and then win Yan Bing back. But…
But I never expected that for your sake, she would desperately beg me, insisting that I spare your life. Hahaha… Everything was going perfectly until you met that girl from the Li family. She ruined all my plans.” He collapsed to the floor, weeping uncontrollably.
…
The sound of his sobbing filled the hall.
After a long silence, He Jingnian stood up and said, “He Yi, my mother’s remains will not be buried in the He family ancestral grave.”
“Yes, sir.”
Even the Old Master He, sitting in the living room, had nothing to say.
What He Huaiyi had done was utterly despicable!
He Jingnian walked out without another word, paying no further attention to He Huaisen’s fate. Qiaoqiao had said that He Huaisen’s luck had run out.
No matter what decision the Old Master made, He Huaisen would not live much longer.
As he reached the main gate, he ran into He Huaiyi and his family of three. He Jingnian gave them a brief, indifferent glance and walked past them with He Yi.
He Huaiyi frowned and said, “He Jingnian, I am your father.”
“Big brother, are you leaving so late? Dad is really worried about you.” The speaker was his one-year-younger half-brother, He Jingqi.
He Jingnian’s expression remained calm, but his eyes were sharp. “In the He family, you have no right to speak to me.”
He Jingqi’s face flushed red with humiliation.
“You ungrateful beast, he is your brother!” He Huaiyi’s eyes blazed with anger, but his outburst only seemed pathetic.
He Jingnian strode away without looking back, followed by the sound of He Huaiyi’s furious shouts.
Zhou Su, holding onto He Huaiyi’s arm, said gently, “Husband, don’t be angry. Jingnian looks down on us… It’s all my fault. Back then…”
“You did nothing wrong.”
He Huaiyi instantly softened. Zhou Su smiled outwardly, but inwardly, she was gloating. Sooner or later, she would drive He Jingnian out of the He family. Everything the He family owned would belong to her son.
Zhou Su’s eyes shifted craftily as she said, “Husband, you two go ahead. I left something in the garage. I’ll go get it.”
“Alright.”
If He Jingnian was leaving, he would have to pass through the garage—
But as soon as she stepped into the garage, everything went black. Someone threw a sack over her head, lifted her up, and carried her away.
“The target has been taken.”
Without any gentleness, they threw Zhou Su onto the ground.
“Damn you, let me go! Let me go… I am the wife of the He family! How dare you treat me with such disrespect? You’re seeking death! I warn you, release me at once!”
Zhou Su screamed frantically from inside the sack. He Huaisen, bruised and in pain, emerged with a sinister expression.
His dear father, of course, couldn’t bear to let him die. And before leaving, he had caught sight of Zhou Su.
This wretched woman—it was because of her that Yan Bing had died!
Killing intent flickered in He Huaisen’s eyes.
