Lord, give up! Madam has too many vests

Chapter 322

The color drained from Shen Yunzhong's face instantly. These words were like a heavy hammer blow, shattering his carefully constructed dream of thirty years.

His lips twitched, but he forced himself to remain calm and straightened his crooked tie.

"Even if you don't think about yourself, you should at least think about the children and the company."

Qin Shi just left, and the entire group is in chaos. And then there's Sheng Sheng...

He turned to his daughter, his voice suddenly choked with emotion, "She just lost her brother, can you bear to let her lose her father too?"

"Mom, don't worry about me."

Qin Shengsheng's nose turned red, and she stubbornly turned her face away.

Her slender fingers gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, her knuckles turning white. The thought that she and Liu Shiyu were actually half-sisters made her feel nauseous.

"you!"

Shen Yunzhong suddenly flew into a rage, his finger pointing at his daughter trembling uncontrollably.

"You ungrateful wretch! All these years I've spoiled you for nothing!"

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap echoed down the corridor.

Madam Qin's hand landed heavily on Shen Yunzhong's face, leaving five bright red finger marks.

She trembled, her eyes burning with anger that had been building up for thirty years. "You have no right to lecture my daughter!"

Shen Yunzhong covered his face and took two steps back in disbelief.

He had never seen his gentle wife show such a horrifying expression.

"I will have the divorce agreement signed as soon as possible." Mrs. Qin took a deep breath, her voice as cold as ice. "The lawyer will contact you to handle the follow-up."

"Don't even think about it!" Shen Yunzhong suddenly roared hysterically, his expensive suit crumpled into a ball. "The Qin family business belongs to me! I will never agree to a divorce!"

You're wrong.

Supported by Han Yan, Yan Lan slowly stepped forward, her pale face revealing a resolute expression.

“Mother had already planned the assets, and with Grandpa’s will…” She gently stroked her pregnant belly, “all of Qin Shi’s shares will be inherited by his children. And you, you won’t get a single penny.”

Shen Yunzhong's expression instantly twisted, and a vicious light flashed in his eyes.

"It's you! You bitch, you ruined my plans!"

He suddenly pounced on Yan Lan like a mad dog, his fists waving and aimed directly at her protruding belly.

In a flash, Yan Lan swiftly seized his wrist with a grappling move and twisted it.

With a crisp "snap," Shen Yunzhong let out a pig-like scream as his entire arm drooped down at an eerie angle.

"Ah! My hand!"

Madam Qin watched coldly as her husband rolled on the ground, then gestured to the bodyguards, "Drag him out."

"Yan Lan! Don't be so smug!"

Shen Yunzhong was still screaming as he was dragged away; his voice echoed down the corridor.

"You have no idea who you've offended! Just you wait and see!"

Everything in the Qin family can't belong to an outsider like you.

Shen Yunzhong's curses gradually faded away, and the corridor finally returned to peace.

Yan Lan straightened her back and reached out to tidy up Madam Qin's loose hair.

She had a premonition that the real battle had only just begun.

Shen Yunzhong's farce may seem to have come to an end, but for Yan Lan, the real pain has just begun.

When the corridor returned to silence, Yan Lan's tense nerves finally relaxed.

She suddenly remembered Qin Shi—that man who... could never come back.

A sharp pain suddenly pierced her heart, and Yan Lan's body swayed violently, her vision going black.

She instinctively grabbed the wall for support, but felt as if her legs were filled with lead.

"Lanlan!"

Several exclamations rang out simultaneously.

Han Yan was the first to rush forward and support her swaying body, and Madam Qin and Qin Shengsheng also hurriedly surrounded her.

Yan Lan's pale face was devoid of color, and her lips trembled, yet she could not utter a word.

"Sit down quickly!"

Senior Sister Sun gave efficient instructions while quickly checking her pulse. "It's a temporary lack of blood supply caused by excessive emotional fluctuations."

Madam Qin held Yan Lan's cold hand tightly, only then noticing that her slender fingers were trembling slightly.

This strong woman, who calmly devised a plan during a crisis and never backed down when facing Shen Yunzhong, was now as fragile as a leaf in the wind.

"Sister-in-law..." Qin Shengsheng choked as she handed over warm water, only to see Yan Lan's tears silently streaming down her face, dripping onto the back of her clasped hands.

Yan Lan didn't cry out loud, she just shed tears quietly.

The pain wasn't a heart-wrenching wail, but a long, intricate torment—like someone slowly, bit by bit, carving away at her heart with a dull knife.

Dusk gradually enveloped the city. In the distance, on a television screen somewhere, news of the Qin Shi helicopter crash was still playing on a loop.

As Yan Lan gazed at the last rays of the setting sun on the horizon, she vaguely saw Qin Shi's gentle smiling face again.

“Ah Shi…”

She whispered in her heart, her fingers unconsciously tracing her swollen belly, "I will protect...our child..."

Han Yan, her eyes red-rimmed, turned her face away, and Madam Qin gently pulled her daughter-in-law into her arms. The women then nestled together like this…

Shen Yunzhong was staggered out of the hospital, his expensive suit wrinkled like a rag, his carefully styled hair disheveled. There was still a bright red handprint on his face, and he looked like a stray dog.

The phone suddenly rang, and Liu Yuli's tearful voice came through the receiver: "Yun Chong, Jin Nian has been arrested? A lot of police officers just came to the house, what happened?" The sound of ransacking could be heard on the other end of the line. "They took all the computers, saying Jin Nian is suspected of murder..."

"Stop crying and sobbing!" Shen Yunzhong interrupted rudely, his voice hoarse. "I'll figure something out!" He then hung up the phone.

Just as he was about to put his phone back in his pocket, it rang abruptly again. Shen Yunzhong glanced at it impatiently—it was an unfamiliar number.

"Hello?" he answered in a harsh tone.

"Mr. Shen...is this Mr. Shen?" A timid female voice came from the other end of the phone, her voice trembling with obvious sobs. "This is Bai Xiaoyu...I just saw the news...Is Brother Qin really...dead?"

Shen Yunzhong frowned deeply. Why was Bai Xiaoyu, Qin's former secretary, calling at this time?

"Didn't it all air on the news?" he said coldly. "If nothing else—"

Bai Xiaoyu was already several months pregnant. She was immersed in the dream of becoming a mother and a wealthy young lady, but today's news of the helicopter crash shattered all of that.

She didn't have Qin Feng's phone number and didn't dare to contact Yan Lan. The only person she could think of was Shen Yunzhong, President Shen.

He is Qin Shi's father. He usually appears to be gentle and refined, and is a very reasonable person.

The child in her womb, being both the father and son of Brother Qin, should enjoy the same treatment as the heir to the Qin family business.

So she dialed the number.

"Mr. Shen! Please help me!" Bai Xiaoyu suddenly broke down in tears, "I...I'm pregnant...it's Brother Qin's child!"

Shen Yunzhong's hand, which was about to hang up the phone, suddenly stopped, and his pupils contracted sharply: "What did you say?" His voice suddenly rose, drawing the attention of passersby. "Say it again! You're pregnant with Qin Shi's child?!"

The plane trees outside the hospital rustled, and a withered leaf drifted down onto Shen Yunzhong's shoulder. He gripped his phone tightly, a crazy plan gradually taking shape in his mind—perhaps, he hadn't completely lost this game yet.