Exclusive Love: Pampered by the Scheming Tycoon-Chapter 306: To Break Off Father-Daughter Ties with Her
Cheng Rouyin heard her husband’s words unexpectedly and asked curiously, "Who do you want to repay you? That dead girl, Lin Banxia?"
"I truly regret not taking action to collect the debt when she married Huo Yanting." Lin Kunhuai grew more resentful the more he thought about it.
Cheng Rouyin sneered, "I always told you she wasn’t cut out to be a young mistress. Just look at her—two months into the marriage, she’s already been kicked out. Now she’s become an abandoned wife; how much do you think she’s worth?"
"She’s worthless, but I still want to make her pay." Lin Kunhuai gritted his teeth in hatred.
"Darling, maybe that dead girl does have money. After divorcing Huo Yanting, she must have taken quite a bit. I’ll find her one day, tell her about her background, and make her cough up the money." Cheng Rouyin’s life was tight these days. Her husband’s company was no longer profitable, and even the expenses for her and her daughter’s daily needs had been cut back.
She used to barely squeeze into the circle of elite ladies, but now, there’s no trace of her in that circle anymore.
Cheng Rouyin yearned for the leisurely life within the wealthy women’s circle, but unfortunately, she now lacked the funds to keep up appearances and could only pin her hopes on her husband’s career turnaround.
However, ever since Lin Banxia was cast out by the Huo Family, her husband’s slightly recovering business had plunged to rock bottom again, and the company was now teetering on the edge of closure.
"Tomorrow morning, go to her and demand a million. If she can’t produce a million, tell her to hand over the deed to the pear garden, and I’ll sever the father-daughter relationship with her." Lin Kunhuai spoke with bitter fury.
"Alright, I’ll go find her tomorrow!" Cheng Rouyin’s eyes lit up at the mention of a million.
Nightfall descended, blanketing the city in darkness!
A light drizzle floated down the sky, yet it barely diminished the city’s hustle and bustle.
The pear garden, located eastward toward the city center, stood as a small verdant oasis, once commended by the municipal government.
Unfortunately, the harsh interests of metropolitan life unearthed its commercial value, leaving the pear garden in a constant state of chaos and uncertainty. Many real estate developers approached, but they were all rebuffed by Lin Banxia.
Across the densely packed skyscrapers of commercial buildings, the liveliness and prosperity stopped at the entrance of the pear garden. Inside, it was quiet and serene, with an ancient charm, like a utopian retreat.
Lin Banxia had gone through too much recently, leaving her emotions in a perpetual state of gloom.
But she barely had the time to lament over spring’s sorrow and autumn’s grief. She pulled out a calendar and began calculating the days.
Huo Yanting’s car accident—if her memory served—should happen on a specific day next month.
In her past life, Lin Banxia knew very little about Huo Yanting, despite them living in the same villa compound.
Lin Banxia had been essentially a shut-in, rarely even setting foot outside her house—a resentful bride trapped in her own walls.
Meanwhile, Huo Yanting’s movements were always shrouded in mystery; he was so enigmatic it was hard to even catch his shadow.
Occasionally, she would meet him on the road as he returned home, but he would zip past aloofly in his car without even exchanging greetings.
But what stuck in Lin Banxia’s mind vividly was the day of Huo Yanting’s car accident—it was also a rainy day.
Her mother-in-law, Luo Mei, was about to celebrate her birthday, and Huo Qinglin had casually handed her some money to buy gifts.
Frowning deeply, Lin Banxia strained to recall what day it must have been.
Suddenly, a memory flickered alive—on that day, she had been driving back with a birthday cake when Huo Yanting’s car collided with another vehicle behind hers.
It was a Wednesday morning...
"Wednesday..." Lin Banxia’s finger tapped on the calendar, her gaze fixed on a specific date.
December 7th!
It had been raining that day, the roads frosted over and dangerously slick. She drove cautiously with the heater turned up high, only to suddenly hear the terrifying sound of a collision from behind.
