Chapter 428: Dispute

Qiu Qianwei happily accepted the jade bracelet and slipped it onto her wrist. It fit perfectly.

The other sisters, except for Liu Yue, couldn’t help but look on with envy. They were dying to try on the bracelet themselves because it wasn’t just a piece of jewelry—it meant something far more significant.

Tantai Yaoyue lingered in her sorrow a little longer, but eventually her emotions began to settle. The group left the mountaintop and started their descent.

On the way down, Zhen Li kept chatting with Qiu Qianwei, using the opportunity to learn more about her. When she found out that Qiu Qianwei was a world-class pianist, both she and Wang Xiang started to see her in a much better light.

Once they were down the mountain, Wang Xiang and Zhen Li hosted a meal for Tantai Yaoyue and the other women. The gathering turned out to be pleasant and harmonious.

After dinner, the Wang family and the sisters parted ways and returned to their respective homes.

Meanwhile, in a large mansion somewhere in Qingling, inside a dimly lit room—

“I said I’m not eating! Get lost, all of you!”

A servant tried to feed Yan Yuntian by force, only to be shoved to the ground by him.

“Young Master, it’s been several meals already. You can’t go on like this,” the servant pleaded.

“I told you to leave! If you stay, I’ll kill you!” Yan Yuntian roared.

The servant quickly scurried out and reported the situation to Yan Feipeng.

Hearing this, Yan Feipeng furrowed his brows and rushed to his son’s room.

“You’re really going to starve yourself? Why make things so hard on yourself?” he asked.

“Just tell me—are you going to agree to what I asked or not?” Yan Yuntian demanded.

Originally, he had planned to wait until he recovered before killing Wang Haoran himself. But when he learned what Feng Rao had done for Wang Haoran’s sake, his rage completely boiled over.

He’d rather die than accept a new stepfather.

Ever since that day, Yan Yuntian had been consumed by turmoil, unable to sleep properly. He knew that unless Wang Haoran dies, his anger would never subside.

Still gravely injured and unable to move, he wanted Yan Feipeng to handle it for him. But unfortunately, Yan Feipeng wouldn’t agree. That was why Yan Yuntian resorted to hunger strikes as a form of pressure.

“No, I already promised Feng Rao I wouldn’t lay a hand on Wang Haoran,” Yan Feipeng replied, clearly troubled.

“Fine, then you can wait for me to die of starvation and collect my corpse,” Yan Yuntian sneered.

“My son, don’t do this. She warned me repeatedly that if I try to hurt Wang Haoran, she’ll make me regret it. I’m begging you, don’t put me in this position,” Yan Feipeng said earnestly.

“What can she even do to you? Kill you? You think she has the guts?” Yan Yuntian snapped.

“Maybe not, but if I really kill Wang Haoran, she’d be devastated. And if she’s hurting, then I’ll feel even worse.” As he spoke, a simpering expression crept over Yan Feipeng’s face, his thoughts drifting to Feng Rao’s graceful figure.

“You’re divorced already. Why do you still care so much?” Yan Yuntian scowled.

“Divorced or not, I still want her to live well. Don’t you feel the same way?” Yan Feipeng said.

Yan Yuntian let out a cold snort. Whatever feelings he had left for his mother were already gone. He couldn’t care less if Feng Rao was happy or not.

“Say it clearly. Are you helping me kill Wang Haoran or not? If you won’t, then we’re done. I’m no longer your son!” he said, pressing hard.

“Son, let me think about it. I’ll give you an answer later,” Yan Feipeng replied vaguely.

“I want your answer right now!” Yan Yuntian snapped.

At that moment, Yan Feipeng’s phone started ringing. Glancing at the screen, he saw it was a call from his company.

“Son, I have something urgent to take care of. Let me handle it first, and we’ll talk after,” Yan Feipeng said.

“What’s so important?” Yan Yuntian asked suspiciously.

“I’m transferring sixty percent of my assets into Feng Rao’s name,” Yan Feipeng replied casually.

“Are you out of your mind? Why would you do that? And why sixty percent?” Yan Yuntian’s voice rose in disbelief. He didn’t even refer to Feng Rao as “mom” anymore—just “her.”

“I just want her to live better. Back when she was in Fengxi Sect, she didn’t need much money. But now she’s with an ordinary man,o she’ll definitely need it. Think of it as my wedding gift to her,” Yan Feipeng said matter-of-factly.

Yan Yuntian was furious, practically fuming from every orifice.

That inheritance should’ve been his. And now sixty percent of it was going to Feng Rao? It didn’t take a genius to guess that Wang Haoran would eventually benefit from that money.

“I don’t agree! You’re not giving her a single cent!” Yan Yuntian shouted.

“Hello? It’s me. Are the documents ready? Good, then fax them over. I’ll sign them now,” Yan Feipeng said into his phone, completely ignoring Yan Yuntian as he walked out of the room.

Yan Yuntian tried to call after him, but it was useless as he was already gone.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Yan Yuntian clenched his fists and pounded them against the bed frame, venting his frustration.

After all the treatment he had undergone, his hands had regained some mobility. But this kind of rough motion still tugged at his other injuries, causing him to break out in a cold sweat from the pain.

A short while later, another servant arrived with fresh food.

Yan Yuntian raised his hand, ready to knock it over again, but suddenly stopped.

He finally realized something: relying on Yan Feipeng was hopeless. In that man’s eyes, Feng Rao clearly mattered far more than his own son.

If Yan Feipeng couldn’t be counted on, then he’d have to come up with something else.

After thinking for a few seconds, Yan Yuntian came up with a new idea.

Once he finished eating, he told a servant to bring him paper, a pen, and an envelope.

He scribbled something down, sealed it inside the envelope, and told the servant to call Yun Xuan.

The servant left and soon returned with Yun Xuan.

“Yun Xuan, I need you to deliver this letter for me. The address is written on the back of the envelope,” Yan Yuntian said.

“What kind of letter is this?” Yun Xuan asked curiously.

“It’s for a friend,” Yan Yuntian lied.

He didn’t trust anyone anymore, not even his parents, so there was no way he was sharing his real plan.

“Yes, Young Master,” Yun Xuan replied without questioning further and left.

However, instead of sending the letter, she went to speak with Yu Ning.

The two of them discussed it and decided to open the envelope. Inside, they found some rambling words and phrases that didn’t form any coherent sentences.

Unable to make sense of it, they decided to call Wang Haoran and report everything.

When Wang Haoran heard what Yu Ning said, he immediately felt something was off.

“Take a picture of the letter and send it to me,” he instructed.

“Yes, Young Master,” Yu Ning replied before hanging up.

A few seconds later, Wang Haoran received the photos.

He stared at the contents for a while, but still couldn’t figure out what the letter meant.