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Liu Qingxi's concern made him feel sweeter than honey, and his gloomy face instantly brightened like a sunny day. If only he could get a little closer.
"Yang Yichen, you don't need to see me off. I'll leave first."
"Okay!" He watched the girl's departing figure, unable to take his eyes off her for a long time, filled with a hint of infatuation and longing.
The time spent with the girl was the happiest for him; he lingered in the memories from their acquaintance to familiarity, scene after scene, again and again.
"It's time to speed things up!" He desperately wanted to return to that quiet place, to have more time to accompany the girl. Even though he had to deal with affairs until late at night, his mood remained wonderful.
Back in the courtyard, Yang Yichen called out to the person behind him, "Anan, how are things going?"
"Young Master, it's almost done. The most profitable shops under Master’s name are now in our hands. Even if we don’t close them down, it’s about time to pull back. Should we stop?"
"Tell the people below to speed up." Yang Yichen no longer wanted to play this cat-and-mouse game slowly.
Indeed, Yang Bingshan had been overwhelmed these days because of Yang Yichen's arrangements behind the scenes.
Originally, Yang Yichen didn't plan to strike at the Yang Family's business so swiftly and forcefully.
However, Yang Bingshan insisted on throwing himself into danger by provoking someone he should never have crossed—someone Yang Yichen could not tolerate.
Fortunately, nothing happened with the Wen Family, and Yang Bingshan did not succeed; otherwise, what awaited him would not just be Yang Yichen's wrath. So far, Anan had never seen anyone who could withstand their master's anger.
Yang Yichen not only wanted Yang Bingshan to lose his most beloved shops but also wanted him to see how cruel the woman he had pampered for so many years was and how she had gradually drained the Yang Family's estate.
With a dual blow in both career and love, what expression would Yang Bingshan have? He was looking forward to it.
Enough, enough, Anan shed a tear of sympathy for Yang Bingshan.
Just think about it, the man who has suffered a blow returns home, wanting to share some warmth with a woman and express his frustrations, only to find that when he opens the door, the woman is tangled up with the butler.
Well, the master is really too scheming; being cuckolded like Big White is truly devastating, isn't it?
However, Anan laughed as he went out to prepare. After all, Yang Bingshan brought this upon himself by provoking the Wen Family. He can only face misfortune now.
At the same time, Liang Mei'er and Yang Butler were lost in their own world, unaware of what year it was. Their bare bodies were covered in sweat, and the room was filled with an air of ambiguity due to the lack of ventilation.
Yang Bingshan faced repeated setbacks and rejections from others, feeling powerless.
Meanwhile, Yang Yichen was hastily moving to acquire the properties under Yang Bingshan's name.
If it had been half a month ago, Yang Bingshan would never have believed he would reach this point.
But now? The prices offered by those shops were already quite high, and he began to hesitate.
Should he hold on or go against his ancestors' wishes and transfer them?
The transfer price was relatively optimistic; compared to his daily financial struggles, it was quite good.
However, this was the foundation of the Yang Family, passed down from Old Master Yang. He couldn't let his ancestors' legacy fall into ruin at his hands. So even though he struggled painfully, he was reluctant to give up.
Yet faced with increasing pressure from the outside world, Yang Bingshan's heart began to waver. If he sold, he could obtain a large sum of money and continue to enjoy a luxurious life, surrounded by admirers.
Once the thought of letting go took root, it grew larger and larger until he accepted it deep down.
After accepting the first one, the second became easy to accept, followed by the third and fourth.
In the following instances, Yang Bingshan repeatedly handled the sales of his stores. The other party didn't pressure him much on prices, which were relatively reasonable, allowing for a quick resolution.
Watching his assets being sold off bit by bit, he felt neither sadness nor numbness.
He returned home like a walking corpse, and the only comfort he had was Liang Mei'er, the woman who had always been by his side. He felt as if he had been abandoned by the entire world.
"Liang Mei'er, you're all I have left!" He held her tightly in his arms as if she were a treasure.
The woman in his embrace smiled slightly with a hint of sarcasm. If only Yang Bingshan had been true to himself years ago, he wouldn't be facing everything he was now.
Outside, Yang Yichen was deploying matters related to the Yang Family's industries. He would set up similar businesses nearby. Where did he get the power and wealth at such a young age?
This brings to mind the torment he suffered from illness. If it hadn't been for a twist of fate, perhaps he would have long ceased to exist in this world. That twist of fate also led to his current achievements while causing his dual personality—one dark and one yearning for sunlight.
At home, the Wen Family was also plotting their revenge. Although she no longer cared about Yang Bingshan's so-called misunderstandings, she didn't want to bear the label of being cruel.
She needed to clear her name from years ago and expose Liang Mei'er's ugly face to the public.
"Grandma, do you have any news about this?"
"Sister, I've found out that Auntie Concubine and Yang Butler have secretly contacted each other several times. Then Yang Butler sent someone to the apothecary; I've discreetly inquired and learned that they bought Rat Poison."
"Haha, Liang Mei'er really doesn't know when to give up. She wants to use tricks from years ago again. Just ignore them and act as if we don't know. However," Wen Family whispered a few words into Nanny Wen's ear.
"Yes, Sister. Old Servant will prepare right away to ensure Liang Mei'er has nowhere to escape this time."
Nanny Wen had long been harboring this resentment, striding with a fierce determination, wishing she could immediately tear apart the face of that shameless little wretch.
Meanwhile, Liang Mei'er remained blissfully unaware, her relationship with Yang Butler seemingly laid bare for all to see, as if a hazy veil had been lifted.
Whether it was Yang Yichen or the Wen Family, they were all fully aware of her movements, watching her flit about like a clown.
At that moment, Yang Bingshan received Liang Mei'er's gentle comfort and mustered the strength to return to his study to continue handling matters. He even assured Liang Mei'er, "Don't worry, Liang Mei'er, the Yang Family's future assets will belong to our son."
Little did he know that his words were nothing but sarcasm in Liang Mei'er's ears.
Assets at home? Were there even any assets left? Taking out a few property deeds stamped with fresh red seals from her dressing box, she realized that those so-called assets were now in her hands. Did she still need Yang Bingshan's assurance? It was utterly ridiculous.
Like a mantis stalking a cicada while a yellow bird waits in the shadows, Yang Yichen allowed Liang Mei'er to enjoy her moment of glee for a while longer, letting her experience the feeling of descending from grace to hell.
Especially as the truth from over a decade ago was gradually being unveiled, the facts laid bare before him made it even harder for him to bear.
He not only wanted Liang Mei'er to suffer the consequences of her actions but also wished to see her utterly destroyed.
However, that was not the most important thing; what mattered was that there wasn't much time left until resolution. He was eagerly anticipating it.
"Anan, wait for news at home. I'm going out for a bit."
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