The Female Cannon Fodder With Boundless Merits-Chapter 164 - 168: The Woman Who Married into a Wealthy Family (28)

Chapter 164: Chapter 168: The Woman Who Married into a Wealthy Family (28)

The girl had an incredible figure, her unblemished alabaster skin gleamed with a warm lustrous glow, her slender waist just enough to wrap your hands around, and her voluptuous figure easily aroused the most primal impulses in people.

However, Yuan Qiran’s expression grew increasingly dour. The frown between his brows deepened as he waved his hand, "Back off, you come here, undress."

Yuan Qiran pointed at another girl.

The three girls present exchanged uneasy glances.

Don’t let the polished and refined exterior of these wealthy folks fool you; many who came here to play, once they shed that layer of pretense, what lay beneath was unpredictable.

And if their kinks emerged during play, some of them were truly torturous.

These girls generally had a good relationship with Sister Li, and that’s why they had assigned her this customer. Could it be that Sister Li too had misjudged, and this customer also had some unmentionable, strange fetish?

But since he had spoken, they dared not disobey.

The second girl also began to slowly undress as directed, and Yuan Qiran even reached out to touch her.

The touch of his fingertips was pleasant, soft and comfortable, but...

Yuan Qiran felt something stirring below...and yet with such stimulation, there was still no reaction, utterly limp and lifeless.

"Sir... you’re hurting me," the stark nude girl said with tears in her eyes, pitifully pointing at the forceful hand of Yuan Qiran.

A blood-red scratch was branded on the girl’s snowy body, a shocking sight.

The three girls were still worried about what this eccentric customer might do next, but Yuan Qiran did nothing. Instead, with a face as dark as ink, he stormed out, leaving several naked girls behind.

Yuan Qiran drove straight to the mental institution.

Huayin was being held down by two burly nurses who were forcing a plethora of colorful medicine pills into her mouth.

"I’m not crazy, I don’t want the medicine, I don’t want it..."

Huayin had acted out of anger, but after being taken to the mental institution and seeing the madmen around her and those who were being shocked and beaten for resisting, she regretted it...

Her child had died, but she lacked the courage to follow. Maybe it was still better to be alive.

"I want to see my husband, I want to see him... I’m not crazy..."

The nurses at the mental institution had seen plenty of patients who were out of their minds insist they weren’t crazy, but the doctor had made a diagnosis: this woman, unable to cope with the death of her son, had suffered a mental breakdown.

They were just following the doctor’s orders.

Huayin refused to cooperate, but they had plenty of ways to make her swallow all the medicine pills.

Huayin shook her head desperately, but was still forced by the two nurses to eat a lot of the pills.

She felt somewhat hopeless now, she knew all too well what these medicine pills were—if she wasn’t ill, eating them would turn her into one of the madmen here.

In a blurry struggle, she thought she saw her husband’s figure.

Thinking it was a hallucination, she was surprised when he spoke.

"What drugs have you been giving me?"

"Qi Ran, Qi Ran, I’m sorry, I know I was wrong, please forgive me..."

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"Hmph, she managed to dodge a bullet."

Yuan Jingran could hardly swallow his anger when he found out Huayin had actually paid some lowlife thugs to harm Su Li and Su Wuchen.

Depriving someone of their livelihood is akin to killing their parents.

Su Li was now his God of Wealth, so there couldn’t be the slightest loss.

Su Li laughed dismissively. "Well, she didn’t succeed, did she? Besides, being sent to the mental asylum by her very own husband is undoubtedly better than getting locked up in prison for a few years."

Yuan Jingran thought about it carefully and seemed to see the logic in it.

After all, the mental asylum was a place of far greater torment than any other.

"Truth be told, I never realized how cold-hearted my cousin could be. On normal days, he seemed to dote on his son immensely, yet now he can’t even wait for the seventh day after his son’s death to..."

Yuan Qiran thought he had concealed his current predicament very well, but in truth, anyone who was interested knew all about it.

After all, personally sending his wife to the mental asylum—though it was claimed she was overly distraught by their son’s death—couldn’t hide the dirty laundry of a wealthy family. With a bit of manipulation, one could find out exactly what had happened that day, crystal clear.

"It’s nothing but desserts of her own making," Su Li said icily before giving Yuan Jingran a warning look, "Don’t speak of these matters in front of Wuchen."

Yuan Jingran was just short of raising his hand as a vow of his discretion, "Do I look like that kind of person?"

His relationship with his nephew was now a good one, and he didn’t want to sadden him with such nasty business. It was best to leave out such a father.

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Yuan Jingran was happily thinking this, his gaze filled with deep meaning and subtlety as it fell on Su Li.

This woman, ah...

Su Li felt that she didn’t need to do anything now, just watch from the sidelines.

Yuan Qiran and Huayin had thoroughly brought about their own demolition.

In a previous life, they were the loving, exceedingly affectionate couple famous throughout their social circles, but in this life they became bitter enemies wielding knives at each other.

Surely the original owner would be satisfied with such an outcome.

Trapped in misery for a lifetime, both would atone for Wuchen’s life, which was lost in vain in their past life.

Leaning idly by the door, Su Li didn’t know that her languid grace had become the most beautiful canvas in the eyes of others.

Yuan Jingran didn’t know when it all started, but as he watched her, she slowly entered his sight, and then his heart.

Hmph, his grand uncle and grand aunt were still eager for him to pass messages to Su Li, hoping she would consider the sole grandchild of the Yuan Family and return.

Was that possible?

Absolutely not, not in this lifetime.

What grandchild of the Yuan Family? Wuchen was the grandchild of the Su Family.

With a ghostly appearance like Yuan Qiran’s, how could he be worthy of Su Li, ah? Even he, the supremely wise and valiant CEO, could only covertly watch her from a hidden spot, not daring to take a step forward to reveal his feelings.

Su Li never remarried in the latter half of her life, of course, nor did she have a decent boyfriend, although there was no shortage of outstanding men around her, not one of whom she accepted.

She watched Wuchen grow up, become a robust and excellent man, get married, have children, and enjoy a blissful and happy family.

Then, having seen her parents, who had been so proud of her all their lives, off, she eventually lay on a chaise longue in the courtyard of her home, leisurely basked in the sun, and then closed her eyes for the last time.

Before her gravestone, Wuchen, who had become an internationally renowned musician, cried like a child.

And the now-silver-haired Yuan Jingran, along with several aging yet still charming foreign gentlemen, all stood solemnly with flowers in hand, before Su Li’s gravestone.

"She didn’t choose anyone, and perhaps that is for the best. This way, we can still be good brothers."