When Love Turns the Tables: The Mysterious Husband's Chase-Chapter 583: Buried Memories (Part 13)

Compared to Mrs. Sheng’s hysteria, Sheng Jianan’s face was stern, not saying a word.

Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed Mrs. Sheng’s wrist, taking a photo out of his pocket with his other hand: "Who is this person?"

Mrs. Sheng’s face changed drastically, and her voice was no longer as aggressive as before: "You... what are you talking about?"

Sheng Jianan coldly released Mrs. Sheng’s hand, his tone growing even colder: "What do I mean, don’t you know? Do you need me to tell you a story? A story about a man tangled between three women, then a woman retaliates by getting plastic surgery to seduce a married man, and then continuously seeks revenge. Do I need to repeat it for you?"

Mrs. Sheng struggled to swallow: "What are you talking about? I don’t know, is it that Tang Yanqi wretch telling you something again?"

Sheng Jianan was indifferent; he had no desire to speak to the person before him. This story was too melodramatic, and he had no desire to repeat it.

Turning around

"Mom, don’t let me hear you use ’illegitimate child’ and ’wretch’ to describe her again. I know why you hate her, and I’ll warn you one last time, don’t target her again. Tang Yanqi is the woman I love. If you dare lay a finger on her again, don’t blame me for turning against family."

Sheng Jianan coldly dropped this sentence and left in big strides, leaving Mrs. Sheng standing alone, her legs weak, stumbling a few steps.

How could it be?

How could this be?

Her secrets buried for so many years, how could they be known by someone?

Tang Ruhai is dead, Shen Wanqing is dead, that woman is also dead, all the people involved are dead, how could anyone still know about their affairs?

Mrs. Sheng panted heavily, her expression somewhat ferocious, her face filled with Botox and implants, extremely stiff, nowhere resembling her previous elegant and noble appearance, the whole person looked like an old witch.

Sheng Jianan walked out of the old house, drove for a while, then suddenly stopped, took out a cigarette from the glove compartment and lit it, leaning back in the seat, Sheng Jianan squinted his eyes.

The story he got from Zhou Chengze was that back then, Tang Yanqi’s mother Zhang Fengzhi and his mother used to be good friends, and Tang Ruhai was Zhang Fengzhi’s boyfriend, but somehow started getting involved with both of them.

Later, Tang Ruhai married the Shen family’s eldest daughter and founded the Tang Group. It can be said, without Shen Wanqing, there wouldn’t be the Tang empire. Outwardly, Tang Ruhai was the son-in-law of the Shen family, yet remained entangled with Zhang Fengzhi, and his mother disappeared, soon becoming the mistress of Sheng Family’s young master Sheng Huaiyuan at the time.

Next was a typical mistress taking over, driving away the original spouse.

All along, Sheng Jianan knew that his mother was not as she appeared on the surface. Without some cunning, how could she have established herself in the Sheng Family?

But even so, he never imagined the previous generation’s story was so unbelievable. In that era, when plastic surgery was not yet fully developed, to openly transform oneself into another appearance, how ruthless must one be?

To do this to oneself, what wouldn’t she do to others?

The phone rang. Sheng Jianan remained with his eyes closed, answering without looking: "Hello?"

The other side was silent for a few seconds before a voice came through: "Brother Nan, we’ve found out about sister-in-law’s car accident."

On that side, Zhou Chengze’s voice was mixed with a lot of background noise, and his own voice was hoarse, but it still reached Sheng Jianan’s ears clearly.