Chapter 161: Chapter 155: Till Death Do Us Part
Wang Hai drove Leng Yichen along the street, but Leng Yichen hadnât said where he wanted to go yet, his hand resting on his chin as he gazed out the window.
Compared to the hustle and bustle outside, the car was unusually quiet within.
Leng Yichenâs phone rang repeatedly, displaying Wu Linâs name. He glanced at the phone briefly and decisively pressed the button to reject the call.
Wang Hai let out a barely audible sigh, observing Leng Yichenâs expression from the rearview mirror, "Boss, news from Gao Sheng confirmed that the person who set fire to Baiâs Factory was Yin Haoâs man."
Wang Haiâs words finally prompted a reaction from Leng Yichen. Wang Hai continued, "The police caught a foreign man; they all used to work under Yin Hao. This time, the plan was to burn the factory, along with the two security guards inside, to death, but unexpectedly, the two managed to escape despite the odds. However, those foreign men insist that the decision to burn the factory was entirely their own, with no involvement from Yin Hao."
"How are things on the family front?" Leng Yichen frowned and asked.
"Everythingâs been appeased, following your orders, they were given a considerable sum, so no one will bother Miss Bai anymore."
Leng Yichenâs eyes seemed dim as he curled his lips in self-mockery, "Donât call her âmadamâ from now on."
Wang Hai paused, "Actually, you donât have to be so final; I can arrange for more people to protect Mis... Miss Bai."
Leng Yichen smirked bitterly, "Wang Hai, do you think any protection is safer than ensuring she hates me?"
Wang Hai was stunned, at a loss for words.
"Only if she hates me will she not want to see me, will she stay far away from me, and those who have set their sights on her will know weâve become strangers."
Leng Yichenâs voice tinged with bitterness; the situation had reached a point of no return. He would forever be haunted by the shocking scar on his motherâs wrist and the bed drenched in blood.
Between him and Yin Hao, an endless struggle was destined. Yet, his original intent was to endure for a few more years, letting Yin Hao grow old, while Leng Yichen was in his prime.
Although the Yin Family appeared to still be thriving, Leng Yichen knew it was gradually declining; especially after Leng Yichen took over Huamei International, repeatedly snatching Yin Familyâs business. Logically speaking, the Yin Family couldnât remain so prosperous; the only explanation is that Yin Haoâs money isnât clean.
Actually, Leng Yichen had been aware for quite some time that Yin Haoâs money wasnât clean. If it hadnât been for Yin Tianshenâs persistent harassing of Bai Yiran, he wouldnât have resolved to investigate Yin Haoâs recent activities.
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It was proven that Yin Hao was laundering money for Nawa and involved in Nawaâs drug dealings.
Drug traffickers are all desperate, especially ones like Nawa, who have a team of mercenaries at their disposal. Leng Yichen could disregard his own safety, but he couldnât ignore Bai Yiran.
He even regretted marrying her; had they never met or married, perhaps Bai Yiran would be living a dull yet safe life.
However, the thought of his life without someone like Bai Yiran made Leng Yichenâs heart ache as if cut by a knife.
Leng Yichen crossed his legs, exhausted fingers pinching his brow, knowing there was no turning back since the decision was made; the marriage between him and Bai Yiran must end.
"To the company." Leng Yichen lowered his hand, his expression returning to its usual cool detachment, "Tell Wu Lin to dress up, weâll have dinner together tonight, and remember to notify the paparazzi."