The Female Cannon Fodder With Boundless Merits-Chapter 163 - 167 The Woman Who Married into a Wealthy Family (27)
Chapter 163: Chapter 167 The Woman Who Married into a Wealthy Family (27)
Huayin, who had lost her child, clutched the clothes Yuan Mingting had worn and huddled in her room, muttering something incessantly, her expression one of agony.
She still couldn’t bring herself to believe that Ming Ting was gone.
With the morning dew still clinging to him, wearing the same wrinkled clothes from the day before, Yuan Qiran entered the room, his eyes also brimming with deep sorrow.
"Ah Yin, don’t be like this," he said. "If Ming Ting sees you this way, he won’t be at peace as he departs."
Yuan Qiran’s words were like a ladle of water thrown into a pot of scalding oil, splattering in all directions.
Huayin’s resentful energy attacked Yuan Qiran, just like that splattering oil.
Her heart, having been gnawed at by all manner of negative emotions throughout the night, shrouded Huayin in an exceptionally dangerous and explosive state.
Yuan Qiran’s fit physique, honed from regular workouts, allowed him to fend off Huayin’s first wave of attack.
Though equally sleepless and looking haggard, he swiftly blocked with his arm when confronted with Huayin’s sudden lunge, then shifted his body and side-stepped to avoid her, retreating several steps in the process.
In front of his eyes, a flash of silver streaked by; he could almost see the cold silver gleam of the blade that narrowly missed the most critical part of him.
Even though he dodged in time, the fabric of his pants on the inside of his thigh was still sliced open.
Fortunately, only the fabric was damaged, and his body remained unscathed.
At this moment, Yuan Qiran could no longer maintain his stoic facade and erupted in anger, swearing, "Have you gone mad?"
Meanwhile, Huayin, who was gripping her son’s clothing in one hand, held a small, sharp knife used for cutting steak in the other.
Huayin sneered repeatedly, the corners of her mouth curling up with an expression of unfinished regret.
The spot on Yuan Qiran’s body that the knife had almost touched grew cold; indeed, having a knife aimed at a man’s most private area would unsettle anyone.
"I have gone mad, driven mad by all of you..." she seethed.
"You could have saved Ming Ting, why didn’t you save him, why..."
Huayin had emerged from an orphanage, clinging especially to the idea of having blood relatives. Now, the only blood relative she had in the world, her son, had been taken from her, and she was on the brink of insanity.
Tears streamed down her face as she wailed mournfully.
Her face was the same, and she still looked like the delicate flower she was known to be—though now a ravaged version—eliciting pity and unsuspecting trust. But the words that came out of her mouth were chilling.
"I don’t have a child anymore, so how could you still have one? We’re husband and wife now, aren’t we?"
"First, it’s you, then it will be Su Li, along with his ungrateful whelp. I looked after that brat for years, and when I only asked him to make a sacrifice for his own brother, he wouldn’t consent. Damn it..."
"My Ming Ting is gone, he must feel so lonely. He had even expressed a wish to meet his younger brother. As his mother, I must fulfill that wish for him. Let that bastard join him underground."
Had Yuan Qiran not heard Huayin’s words himself, he would not have believed that this person he had always thought pure and beautiful could harbor such poisonous thoughts.
And she had done much more without his knowledge...
"What have you done?" Yuan Qiran watched his bedfellow, now a stranger, with caution.
Huayin’s eyes, filled with malice, carried a strange smile. "It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter that you weren’t hurt. Your thing is just for show anyway."
Yuan Qiran flew into a rage, shocked and fearful. He remembered how he had been limp recently, with no normal morning arousal, and thought it was because of the overwhelming stress lately, causing a physical dysfunction.
But to his surprise, it was all intentional...
"You venomous woman."
Huayin burst into laughter, "You enjoyed that health soup every night, didn’t you? You’ll never be able to have children again, and who knows, you might not even be able to function as a normal man... This is your compensation to me and the child. Just wait, that little bastard will soon be keeping my Ming Ting company. With money, there’s always a way to make him disappear, haha..."
Yuan Qiran: "You really are mad, mad..."
Huayin, brandishing a small knife, took step by step toward Yuan Qiran, "You think I don’t know what you’re planning..."
"Are you all waiting for my Ming Ting to be gone, then you’ll bring that little bastard back, and even your mother said you should ask Su Li for forgiveness, to have her come back too... But dream on..."
Yuan Qiran’s remaining feelings of guilt toward Huayin dissipated into thin air with her every word.
He marched forward, snatched the knife from her hand, and then without hesitation, he called the city’s mental institution. Soon, several strong, fully equipped men arrived and took Huayin away, bound hand and foot.
Yuan Qiran initially wanted to say that he had no intention of abandoning her, because he knew very well that even if he was willing to bow his head to Su Li, she would not turn back.
He could only look up to her now.
But in the end, Yuan Qiran said nothing, exuding a bone-chilling aura, watching as Huayin struggled and was taken away.
Then, in a rush, he went to the hospital for an emergency visit.
After confirming that he indeed suffered a functional loss, Yuan Qiran regretted only having the men from the mental institution take Huayin away; it was too lenient.
Even if he had never cared about having offspring before, it did not mean he could accept the fact that he was impotent.
He felt like going mad and went back to destroy everything in his study.
When he finally calmed down, he gaspingly grabbed his car keys and sped to the Golden Cave, a place specifically for the rich.
He had never been there before; it was out of disdain and never a need.
With his status as a Diamond King, a slight tilt of his chin would bring either elite women or beautiful girls flocking to him—he was never lacking.
His career-focused heart was more important than anything, but that didn’t mean he was unaware of such a place.
Some clients had even talked about it in his presence; the most important aspect was its high confidentiality.
Even if you have a special inclination, once you enter the Golden Cave, as long as you don’t want anyone to know, no one will.
Yuan Qiran felt an urgent need to engage in certain behaviors to prove the doctor’s diagnosis wrong.
Upon entering, he was led by Sister Li, whose reputation was well-known in high circles and bore no trace of vulgar taste, to a presidential suite on the third floor.
Sister Li, somewhat surprised by Yuan Qiran’s arrival, managed to conceal her reaction well, thoughtfully preparing for him three girls with an appearance of innocence and fragility.
It was said that Mr. Yuan favored such simple, naive women; one only had to look at the newly risen Young Madam Yuan to know.
Yuan Qiran didn’t care whether the three girls standing before him were genuinely innocent or not; he hadn’t even taken a good look at their faces. For him, any woman would suffice at the moment.
Once Sister Li had left the room, Yuan Qiran, his face as cold as frost, stared straight at the three delicate beauties, sending shivers down their spines.
"Undress..."
