Wang Hai drove Leng Yichen along the street, but Leng Yichen hadn’t said where he wanted to go yet, his hand resting on his chin as he gazed out the window.
Compared to the hustle and bustle outside, the car was unusually quiet within.
Leng Yichen’s phone rang repeatedly, displaying Wu Lin’s na. He glanced at the phone briefly and decisively pressed the button to reject the call.
Wang Hai let out a barely audible sigh, observing Leng Yichen’s expression from the rearview mirror, "Boss, news from Gao Sheng confird that the person who set fire to Bai’s Factory was Yin Hao’s man."
Wang Hai’s words finally prompted a reaction from Leng Yichen. Wang Hai continued, "The police caught a foreign man; they all used to work under Yin Hao. This ti, the plan was to burn the factory, along with the two security guards inside, to death, but unexpectedly, the two managed to escape despite the odds. However, those foreign n insist that the decision to burn the factory was entirely their own, with no involvent from Yin Hao."
"How are things on the family front?" Leng Yichen frowned and asked.
"Everything’s been appeased, following your orders, they were given a considerable sum, so no one will bother Miss Bai anymore."
Leng Yichen’s eyes seed dim as he curled his lips in self-mockery, "Don’t call her ’madam’ from now on."
Wang Hai paused, "Actually, you don’t have to be so final; I can arrange for more people to protect Mis... Miss Bai."
Leng Yichen smirked bitterly, "Wang Hai, do you think any protection is safer than ensuring she hates ?"
Wang Hai was stunned, at a loss for words.
"Only if she hates will she not want to see , will she stay far away from , and those who have set their sights on her will know we’ve beco strangers."
Leng Yichen’s voice tinged with bitterness; the situation had reached a point of no return. He would forever be haunted by the shocking scar on his mother’s wrist and the bed drenched in blood.
Between him and Yin Hao, an endless struggle was destined. Yet, his original intent was to endure for a few more years, letting Yin Hao grow old, while Leng Yichen was in his pri.
Although the Yin Family appeared to still be thriving, Leng Yichen knew it was gradually declining; especially after Leng Yichen took over Huai International, repeatedly snatching Yin Family’s business. Logically speaking, the Yin Family couldn’t remain so prosperous; the only explanation is that Yin Hao’s money isn’t clean.
Actually, Leng Yichen had been aware for quite so ti that Yin Hao’s money wasn’t clean. If it hadn’t been for Yin Tianshen’s persistent harassing of Bai Yiran, he wouldn’t have resolved to investigate Yin Hao’s recent activities.
It was proven that Yin Hao was laundering money for Nawa and involved in Nawa’s drug dealings.
Drug traffickers are all desperate, especially ones like Nawa, who have a team of rcenaries at their disposal. Leng Yichen could disregard his own safety, but he couldn’t ignore Bai Yiran.
He even regretted marrying her; had they never t or married, perhaps Bai Yiran would be living a dull yet safe life.
However, the thought of his life without soone like Bai Yiran made Leng Yichen’s heart ache as if cut by a knife.
Leng Yichen crossed his legs, exhausted fingers pinching his brow, knowing there was no turning back since the decision was made; the marriage between him and Bai Yiran must end.
"To the company." Leng Yichen lowered his hand, his expression returning to its usual cool detachnt, "Tell Wu Lin to dress up, we’ll have dinner together tonight, and rember to notify the paparazzi."
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