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nYan Wangchuan is a selfish, intemperate, and extremely muddle-headed person of low moral stature who practices favoritism?

nWhen she said this, even Yan Shaochen’s eyelids twitched, even though he had already seen Song Fengwan insult people before. If she really stole the manuscript, then that’ll be let off the hook. But if she didn’t, isn’t Yan Zhihuan just asking for trouble?

nThis is courting death.

nBut he was surprised that Yan Wangchuan would give her the manuscript.

n“When did I say that Uncle is muddle-headed…” Yan Zhihuan failed to reprimand Song Fengwan and was counterattacked with an accusation instead.

n“From the subtext of what you just said, didn’t you mean that Uncle Yan would side with me and deceive everyone with me? Or did I misunderstand something?” Song Fengwan walked toward her unhurriedly, picked up the purple clay teapot on the table, and poured herself a cup of tea.

nHer expression was natural, without a single trace of nervousness. But Yan Zhihuan was already feeling nervous and helpless…

nYan Shaochen was speechless. How can she remain calm in this situation and still drink tea?

nAs expected of the woman Third Master likes…

nShe’s a calm one.

nYan Zhihuan hesitated, unable to find a suitable explanation. She had been too anxious just now and didn’t expect Song Fengwan to be able to think so quickly and immediately catch the mistake in her words. “I-I was just…”

n“Uncle Yan has always been a rigorous, objective, and fair person. Although he doesn’t talk much usually, he certainly won’t be unreasonable when it comes to such matters.”

nSong Fengwan continued to praise Yan Wangchuan.

n“I’ve only known him for a short time. He only takes good care of me because he loves my mother. Do you think he’ll abandon his principles just for me?

n“Do you think I’m that important, or do you think he’s that muddle-headed?”

nYan Zhihuan was so frightened that she was ashen-faced. Even though she knew that Song Fengwan had a sharp tongue, she didn’t know that she was so domineering and oppressive when she spoke or did things.

nShe couldn’t handle her attacks at all!

n“By the way, there’s one more thing…” Song Fengwan took a sip of tea. “Where did you find this manuscript? I hid it in a drawer. If you didn’t rummage through it carefully, it really wouldn’t have been easy to find.”

n“…” Yan Zhihuan was speechless.

n“There are a lot of valuable things in my drawer…”

n“I didn’t steal your things!” Yan Zhihuan was furious. “Don’t try to change the subject.”

n“Calling me a thief when you’re the thief yourself, yet you still slander others when you yourself are not clean. How ridiculous.” Song Fengwan harrumphed softly, her tone contemptuous. She lifted her eyelids and looked at Yan Zhihuan with eyes full of disdain.

n“Song Fengwan!” Yan Zhihuan became even more anxious. She rushed over and grabbed Song Fengwan’s arm, shaking her so much that the tea in her cup splashed out.

n“Yan Zhihuan, what else do you want?!” Old Madam Yan was furious. “Do you still want to fight here?”

n“Grandma, she’s just spouting nonsense! How could Uncle give her such an important thing?!”

nSong Fengwan frowned and abruptly pulled her arm out of Yan Zhihuan’s grip. She used so much strength that Yan Zhihuan was caught off guard and almost fell.

n“Regarding this, you can ask Uncle Yan later. Don’t get touchy with me. You took my things without asking, so you’re already a thief. If you want to hit me and you’re not afraid of embarrassing yourself, I will call the police right now!

n“Theft and deliberately hurting someone, how many days do you want to stay in jail?”

nYan Zhihuan was so frightened that she didn’t dare to touch Song Fengwan again.

nShe glared fiercely at the person in front of her, wishing to rush forward and scratch her face.

n“When Wangchuan returns, the truth will come to light.” Old Madam Yan was very smart. From Song Fengwan’s expression, she knew that she wasn’t lying. She glanced at Yan Zhihuan and sighed in disappointment.

n…

nYan Wangchuan called back midway. Old Madam Yan didn’t tell him anything and only told him to come back as soon as possible.

nNanjiang wasn’t big, so about twenty minutes later, Yan Wangchuan appeared in the living room.

nOld Madam Yan had never been so anxious to find someone to inform him, so he knew that something had happened. No one in the family dared to target Old Madam Yan, so they must have gone after Qiao Aiyun and Song Fengwan…

n“What happened?” Accompanied by a deep and familiar voice, Yan Wangchuan strode in.

nHe was wearing a neat black suit, a neatly-ironed white shirt, and a dark tie. His expression was cold, and he walked like the wind.

nHe was usually a cold and self-restrained person of few expressions. But now, his face was gloomy, adding to his cold arrogance that made people stay away from him.

n“You’re back.” Old Madam Yan rubbed her cane with her fingers, her expression calm as usual.

n“Yes.” Yan Wangchuan looked at Qiao Aiyun.

nTheir eyes met.

nShe harrumphed coldly and looked away.

nYan Wangchuan was dumbfounded. She was fine when I went out this morning. Why is she suddenly angry?

n“This…” Old Madam Yan placed the manuscript on the table.

n“Why is my manuscript here?”

n“That’s also what I want to ask you.” Old Madam Yan reached out her hand to adjust her reading glasses.

n“I gave it to Wanwan. Why is it here?” Yan Wangchuan looked at Song Fengwan.

n“She took it out of my room and said that I stole it.” Song Fengwan shrugged with an innocent expression. “I told you long ago that this thing is too valuable, so I can’t accept it. In the end, something really did happen. Someone treated me as a thief and probably wants to chase me out.”

n“How presumptuous! Let’s see who dares to do that!” Yan Wangchuan reprimanded sternly.

nYan Zhihuan was so frightened that her legs went weak.

n“Uncle, I…” Her mouth was dry, and she didn’t know how to explain.

n“Did you really give this to Wanwan?” Old Madam Yan asked.

nYan Wangchuan picked up the manuscript and flipped to the last page, which was a blank page with a few words written on it.

nEven though one has reached great heights of success, one should still strive to improve oneself.

nSigned: Yan Wangchuan.

nDate: February 27th.

nThis was the day of Song Fengwan’s Hundredth-day Pledge Ceremony.

n“I personally gave this to Wanwan on the day of her Hundredth-Day Pledge Ceremony. There’s also an inscription I wrote to her. Is there a problem?” Yan Wangchuan flipped open the page and threw it in front of Yan Zhihuan. “What did Wanwan steal?”

nYan Shaochen chuckled. “Didn’t you say that Eldest Uncle would be in cahoots with her and side with her? Eldest Uncle wrote this himself. It can’t be faked.

n“The manuscript has been here for a long time. Song Fengwan probably doesn’t have that kind of divine foresight to know that you would steal her thing and specially dig a hole with Eldest Uncle in advance for you to jump in, right?

n“Things are getting fun now. How are you going to explain yourself?”

nBeing struck by lightning, Yan Zhihuan was so terrified that she was dumbfounded.

nShe suddenly looked up at Song Fengwan. She was holding a purple clay teacup and drinking tea leisurely, as though she was completely uninvolved in this matter.

nHow could she have not known that there’s an inscription at the back of the manuscript? She even deliberately waited for Uncle to return to embarrass me.

nHow vicious.

n“You want to chase my daughter out?” Yan Wangchuan looked down at her from above, and his strong aura frightened her so much that her body was trembling.

n“Uncle!” Yan Zhihuan’s eyes reddened…

nShe was so scared that she burst into tears.

n“This is my house. Even if Wanwan does anything wrong, it’s not your place to criticize her. And now you still want to chase her out from here? Who do you think you are?!” Yan Wangchuan wouldn’t give her any face.

nHe had just been glared at by his wife, so he was feeling upset.

n“I didn’t do it on purpose. I just thought…” Yan Zhihuan was unable to defend herself. “I really didn’t know that you gave it to her.”

nShe was sobbing, and when such a beautiful lady had tears streaming down her face, it was inevitable for people to feel pity for her.

nBut Yan Wangchuan had a heart of stone. He was already annoyed at her, so when he saw her crying, he frowned and became even more displeased. “You’re the one who slandered someone else. Wanwan didn’t even cry. Why are you crying?!”

n“…” Yan Zhihuan was frightened by him.

n“We’re a family. Do I need your approval to give something to my daughter?” Yan Wangchuan snorted lightly. “What grudge do you have with her that you slandered a child like this?!”

nYan Zhihuan cried even harder.

nA child?

nHow is this bitch a child? She’s so fierce and vicious that she could have devoured someone just now.

n“You’re still crying?! Wanwan is so well-behaved, yet you slandered her like this. Is this how an elder sister should act?

n“Doesn’t your conscience hurt?”

nStanding at the side, Yan Shaochen almost laughed.

nWanwan is well-behaved?

nEldest Uncle, your eyes might not be good.

nSong Fengwan took a sip of hot tea. “I heard that she likes Young Master Xiao a lot. Even if I had a small misunderstanding with him yesterday, you didn’t have to target me like this, did you?”

nCoupled with the fact that Xiao Jingan had entered the house and said that he wanted to apologize just now, everyone quickly connected the dots.

nEveryone knew that Yan Zhihuan liked Xiao Jingan, so it was possible for her to target Song Fengwan because of him.

n“Uncle Yan, calm down and have some tea.” Song Fengwan poured a cup of tea for Yan Wangchuan. “Since it’s all a misunderstanding, we just need to resolve it. Don’t be angry anymore.”

nOld Madam Yan raised her eyebrows and looked at Song Fengwan. Just now, she was still baring her fangs and brandishing her claws like a little tiger. But now, she’s actually starting to speak up for Yan Zhihuan?

nYan Zhihuan sniffed. How could she be that kind?

nEven though Yan Wangchuan was angry, he couldn’t vent his anger on Song Fengwan, so he reached out to take the teacup and took a sip of tea.

n“I believe Big Sister didn’t mean to slander me. She was really thinking for your sake…”

n“Yes, yes!” Yan Zhihuan nodded repeatedly.

nBut when Song Fengwan changed the subject after that, she was dumbfounded again.

n“Actually, I don’t really care what Big Sister says about me. But isn’t she embarrassing my mom by slandering me? She’s also embarrassing you too.

n“If you hadn’t helped me prove it this time, I would have been framed as a thief and chased out of the Yan family…

n“What would happen to you and Mom then?”

nYan Zhihuan’s mind was blank. As she looked at Yan Wangchuan’s increasingly cold expression, her tears hung on her eyelashes and were on the verge of falling…

nThis woman is a devil!

n“If your marriage had been delayed because of this, I’d feel so guilty. But I believe that she’s definitely just targeting me and not trying to ruin your marriage with my mom.” Song Fengwan’s eyes were curved, and her face was the picture of innocence.

nOld Madam Yan rubbed her cane with her fingertips and slightly raised her eyebrows.

nShe knew that this girl wasn’t as simple as she looked since a long time ago. With just a few words, she actually led the trouble elsewhere, directly poking at Yan Wangchuan’s most sensitive nerves…

n… going straight into the minefield.

n“Uncle, I really don’t want to ruin your marriage. I really don’t mean that at all…” Yan Zhihuan sobbed, so frightened that her voice was off-pitch.

n“Do you have the guts to do that?!” The veins on Yan Wangchuan’s forehead popped up.

n“Uncle…” Yan Zhihuan looked at his cold and oppressive expression and turned around to beg Old Madam Yan. “Grandma, I really don’t mean to ruin Uncle’s wedding. I’m really not thinking of that…”

nOld Madam Yan didn’t want to look at her at all. “If you knew that this would happen, why did you do it in the first place?!”

n“Grandma…”

n“Shaochen, throw her out. She’s dirtying my family’s place. Our family won’t welcome you in the future!” Yan Wangchuan said directly.

nYan Zhihuan’s face turned pale. “Uncle, I was wrong!”

nShe knelt, crawled toward Yan Wangchuan, and tried to beg him.

nNot allowed to come here? Then, what will happen to me in the future?

nEverything she had now was given to her by the Yan family. Without the Yan family, she was nothing…

nJust as she was about to touch Yan Wangchuan, Yan Shaochen grabbed her arm. “Don’t get close to him anymore. If you dirty his clothes and make him angry, I’m afraid you won’t be able to go out unscathed.”

nYan Zhihuan’s body stiffened, and she didn’t dare to move an inch.

nNo matter how much she wailed and begged, no one in the living room spoke.

nAfter she was dragged out, Yan Wangchuan narrowed his eyes to look at Xiao Jingan, who had been standing at the side.

nHe was already dumbfounded by the numerous turns of events.

n“Why are you here?”

n“Uncle.” Xiao Jingan’s expression was strange, and he felt uneasy under his gaze. “I just wanted to come and apologize to Miss Song. I… I’ll take my leave first…”

n“What happened in our family today…”

n“I don’t know anything. Grandma Yan, I’ll come to see you another day…” With that, Xiao Jingan fled from the Yan residence.

nF*ck, that little girl is so brutal.

nShe already had the upper hand, yet she still destroyed Yan Zhihuan. Looking down on Yan Wangchuan and ruining the wedding? Every hat she put on Yan Zhihuan was fatal. She’s too ruthless.

nThe sea breeze blew, and Xiao Jingan felt a chill run down his spine.

nSong Fengwan definitely wants her life.

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nAt this moment, everyone in the Yan family knew that not only did Yan Wangchuan have deep feelings for Qiao Aiyun, but he also doted on Song Fengwan a lot, so no one dared to neglect them.

nQiao Aiyun was cooking in the kitchen while Yan Wangchuan stood at the side to help her. He was clumsy and kept on being despised. Old Madam Yan sat on the sofa and continued to embroider mandarin ducks on a cloth of red satin.

nSong Fengwan was in the courtyard, helping Yan Shaochen plant the money trees into new flower pots.

n“You were so ruthless to Yan Zhihuan just now.” Yan Shaochen held a shovel and loosened the soil in a pot.

n“My mom and I have just entered the Yan family, and there are already many people eyeing us covetously. This is a good time to establish our might and let certain people know that we’re not easily bullied.

n“Besides, you have to be ruthless when defeating enemies.

n“We should let them be afraid of us from the first time, defeating them until they don’t dare to do anything rash again in the future! Right, Big Brother Shaochen?”

nYan Shaochen felt a chill run down his spine.

nBig Brother?

nHe didn’t dare to be called this.

nSong Fengwan might have wanted to establish her might in the Yan family long ago, and Yan Zhihuan was completely looking for trouble. She really deserves it.

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