The SUV appeared so suddenly that Su Lan and Xia Ran were frightened out of their wits.
Standing there in terror, their throats seemingly stuffed with cotton, they were unable to scream. Their lips trembled, and their feet tried desperately to move and run away.
But their feet felt as if they were nailed to the ground, unable to budge.
All they could do was watch helplessly as the SUV drew closer and closer to them.
Just as the SUV was about to crash into them,
a piercing screech of brakes filled the air.
The SUV stopped right in front of them, only ten centiters away.
It was only when the car had stopped that Su Lan and Xia Ran started to co to their senses.
Su Lan stood rigid, her back drenched in cold sweat, her heart beating heavily and rapidly as if soone was incessantly hamring inside her.
Thump, thump, thump.
Xia Ran’s legs gave way, and she collapsed onto the ground, her face deathly pale, her forehead slick with cold sweat, her whole body still trembling.
She thought she was going to be killed by the car.
The commotion caught the attention of the Xia Family’s driver.
The driver hurriedly got out of the car and ran over. Seeing Xia Ran slumped on the ground, he quickly stepped forward to help her up: "Madam, Miss, what happened?"
Hearing the driver’s voice, Su Lan finally regained her composure and, pointing at the SUV, opened her mouth to curse, "How dare you drive like..."
Before she could finish her sentence, the SUV shifted into reverse, then suddenly accelerated straight toward them.
Xia Ran, just helped up by the driver, let out a piercing scream, violently pushing the driver toward the SUV as she scrambled and rolled toward where the Xia family car was parked.
Su Lan, her face filled with horror, scurried after her, screaming, "Help! Soone is trying to kill us!"
The driver, not expecting to be pushed in front of the SUV, couldn’t dodge in ti and could only instinctively close his eyes.
The expected painful impact of being hit and sent flying didn’t co. Instead, he heard only the harsh sound of tires scraping against the pavent.
Then, he heard a violent "bang," followed by the screams of Xia Ran and Su Lan.
When the driver opened his eyes, he saw that the SUV had swerved around him and crashed into the car that Xia Ran and Su Lan were climbing into.
The car door was caved in from the impact, with Xia Ran and Su Lan’s screams coming in one after another from inside.
Yet the SUV still didn’t relent, reversing once more to ram into them again fiercely.
Three consecutive tis, each collision more forceful and vicious than the last.
The screams of Xia Ran and Su Lan grew from loud to weak, until there was silence.
Only then did the SUV back away and leave the scene as if nothing had happened.
After the SUV had left, the driver dared to breathe heavily, his hands trembling as he took out his phone to dial 120 and then called Xia Tingyuan: "Xia, Xia General Manager, the Miss and Madam, they’ve had, had an accident!"
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As chaos reigned in the Xia household,
Shen Yanhe had already arrived at the café where she had agreed to et Xu Huaiman, with Qi Fang sitting behind her, constantly vigilant to the movents of people coming and going in the café.
When she arrived, Xu Huaiman had not yet arrived.
Shen Yanhe ordered a cup of cappuccino, took out her phone to ask how far away Xu Huaiman was, and saw an additional thirty million in her bank account.
After thinking for a mont, she opened the chat with Hang Mushan and began to craft a ssage.
[YM]: I have received the dical fee from the Yan Family. Considering how promptly Yan Yi paid up, I’ll pass on another piece of news to him.
[YM]: The Yan family patriarch isn’t sick; he has been poisoned. Soone has been consistently administering poison to him, and his past reports that showed normal results were tampered with. Tell Yan Yi to investigate further.
Hang Mushan received Shen Yanhe’s ssage just as he was dining with Yan Yi.
After reading the content she had sent, he, who had just taken a sip of soup, was choked to the point of gagging, his eyes wide as he coughed and reached out to Yan Yi.
Yan Yi frowned and tossed him a paper tissue, "Eat slower, I’m not going to snatch it from you."
"Cough, cough, cough! No, it’s not that! Yan Yi! Look quickly! Sothing big has happened!" Hang Mushan wiped his mouth haphazardly and shoved his mobile phone in front of him, "Old Master Yan isn’t sick!"
Yan Yi’s expression changed dramatically as he snatched the mobile phone from Hang Mushan’s hand and scrolled quickly through the information sent by Shen Yanhe.
The more he read, the darker his expression beca, nearly dripping with water; his grip on the mobile phone suddenly tightened, his knuckles whitening.
Poisoning.
It was actually poisoning!
"Do you have any suspects?" Hang Mushan took a sip of water to ease his breath and casually comnted, "It wouldn’t be your dear elder brother’s doing, would it?"
The Yan Family’s situation was complex.
Yan Yao and Yan Yi were in fact half-brothers sharing the sa father.
Yan Yao’s birth mother was Yan Yangwen’s first love. The pair were together since their university days, and after they broke up, the first love found herself unexpectedly pregnant. She did not terminate the pregnancy, but decided to give birth to the child.
At that ti, Yan Yangwen had no idea; after splitting up with his first love, he married a young lady from the Xu family, who was well matched in terms of social status, and had Yan Yi.
The young lady from the Xu family had been weak and frequently ill; after giving birth to Yan Yi, her health deteriorated even further, and she passed away when Yan Yi was thirteen years old.
Less than a month after her death, Yan Yangwen rekindled with his first love and learned about the child he had with her, and he brought them both into his household.
It was from that ti that the relationship between Yan Yi and Yan Yangwen began to sour.
Yan Yangwen, accustod to autocracy, found Yan Yi’s rebelliousness disagreeable and threw his full support behind Yan Yao, seeking to groom him as the heir to the Yan Corporation.
However, Old Master Yan never favored Yan Yao, remaining indifferent towards him, and had made it clear that his preferred heir was Yan Yi.
With Old Master Yan around, Yan Yao stood no chance of becoming the heir.
This made Hang Mushan speculate further.
"I don’t know, but I will get to the bottom of this." Yan Yi’s face turned grave as he handed the mobile phone back to Hang Mushan, "Thank Shen Miss for ."
"Ask her if she’s free lately, I’d like to invite her to a al as thanks."
Inviting for a al was just a pretext; what he really wanted was to ask Shen Yanhe if she could cure Old Master Yan of his poisoning.
Hang Mushan gave an ’ok’ gesture: "I’ll ask for you, but if she doesn’t agree, there’s not much I can do, given how the Yan Family initially treated her, it wasn’t exactly gracious."
Towards the end, a hint of sarcasm showed on Hang Mushan’s face.
If it weren’t for the fact that he and Yan Yi were good friends for many years.
He wouldn’t bother to ask this favor for Yan Yi.
Yan Yi gave a bitter smile, "I understand, thank you for your trouble; I will apologize to Miss Shen personally later."
anwhile.
After sending the ssage to Hang Mushan, Shen Yanhe did not continue to bother about it, putting her mobile phone into her pocket, and turned her attention to the woman sitting in front of her, wearing a bright red dress, carrying a handbag, and sporting a ticulously heavy makeup.
Upon seeing the woman’s appearance, Shen Yanhe raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised.
She had seen photos of this woman.
This was the woman Hang Mushan had arranged to intentionally get close to Fu Xiao.
Unexpectedly, it was this woman who had sent her the video.
No wonder she had video footage of Fu Xiao and Xia Ran together.
Xu Huaiman placed her handbag on the table, extending her hand towards Shen Yanhe with so nervousness, "Hello, Miss Shen, I am Xu Huaiman, the person who sent you the video."
Shen Yanhe’s lips curled slightly in a smile as she gently shook hands with her, "Hello, thank you for the video."
"No need for thanks, it’s my honor to be of help to you." Seeing Shen Yanhe’s friendly and gentle deanor, Xu Huaiman felt her nervous heart relax a little.
Eagerly opening her suitcase, she took out a bundle of dical records: "These are my mother’s dical records over the past few years, please have a look."
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