Chapter 39: Yin Hanyu, I Want You to Die a Miserable Death

As soon as the police entered, they arrested Jiang Beishan.

Before he could even react, Mrs. Jiang slapped him twice across the face.

“Zhang Lihua, how dare you hit me?”

“Why wouldn’t I dare?” Jiang Lihua slapped him again. “Not only will I hit you, but I’m also sending you to prison.”

“Prison?”

Seeing the police officers, Jiang Beishan panicked. “Zhang Lihua, what did you do?”

Zhang Lihua sneered. “What did I do? Funny! You’re the one committing crimes, and now you’re questioning me?”

“Zhang Lihua, shut up! You’re talking nonsense—”

Before he could finish his sentence, the police handcuffed him.

“Jiang Beishan, you are under arrest for tax evasion, producing substandard and harmful masks with illegal materials, and profiteering from the pandemic. We are formally arresting you now.”

“I… I didn’t… I didn’t…”

Jiang Beishan tried to run, but the police effortlessly grabbed him like a chicken.

“Trying to escape? Resisting arrest only makes your crimes worse, understand?”

“Take him to the station immediately for interrogation.”

Jiang Beishan was quickly taken away, shouting the entire time.

“Zhang Lihua… Zhang Lihua… Wife, please save me… save me!”

Lin Qingyou scoffed. “Pathetic scumbag. Now that he’s in trouble, he suddenly remembers his wife.”

Yet when he was making money, he was out playing with other women behind her back.

Seeing Jiang Beishan taken away, his mistress panicked and tried to chase after him, but Zhang Lihua grabbed her long hair.

“Where are you going, you little tramp?” Zhang Lihua yanked her hair harder.

“I… I…” The mistress yelped in pain, but before she could say anything, Zhang Lihua started tearing off her clothes.

“You… you… what are you doing?”

The mistress looked at Zhang Lihua in fear.

“What am I doing?” Zhang Lihua glanced around the room. “Everything here—the place you live in, the things you use, the clothes you wear, even the drinks you have—all were bought with my money.”

“Now that Jiang Beishan is in jail, I’m taking everything back.”

As she spoke, she continued ripping the mistress’s clothes, leaving her in only her underwear.

Lin Qingyou was relieved. Luckily, she had asked Yin Hanyu to go straight to the police station instead of coming up.

Meanwhile, the neighbors and journalists who had gathered were snapping photos and recording videos non-stop.

“Ahhhh! Stop filming! Stop filming!” The mistress covered her face, humiliated.

“Why are you hiding? What’s there to cover?” Zhang Lihua sneered. “Yesterday, weren’t you bragging about how young and beautiful you are? Since you think your face is so pretty, let’s show it to the world!”

She grabbed the mistress’s face and turned it toward the cameras.

“Go ahead, film her properly. Make sure the whole world sees her for what she is!”

“No… no… stop… please stop!” The mistress begged, but Zhang Lihua showed no mercy.

After smashing and throwing everything in the house, she still wasn’t satisfied. She dragged the mistress—completely stripped—outside and kicked her through the door.

“You filthy homewrecker, you don’t deserve to live in a house bought with my money. Get out!”

The door slammed shut.

The mistress banged on it frantically, pleading to be let back in.

But the door remained firmly closed, and outside, the gathered crowd and journalists continued their merciless attacks.

“Serves her right! That’s what happens to mistresses.”

“Disgusting homewrecker. I can’t believe I lived next to trash like her. So unlucky!”

“Everyone hates mistresses! Post her online! Let her experience cyberbullying for herself!”

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At the Leng Family Residence

Li Jia rushed into Leng Yifeng’s study after hearing about Jiang Beishan’s arrest.

“President Leng, bad news!”

“What happened?” Leng Yifeng immediately put down the document in his hands—a detailed plan for seizing the Jiang family’s assets.

“Jiang Beishan has been arrested!” Li Jia said anxiously.

“Then just bail him out,” Leng Yifeng said casually. “This is good news, actually. Now he’ll rely on me even more, and I’ll have an easier time taking over the Jiang family.”

“President Leng, it’s not that simple this time. His charges are severe. His wife not only reported his tax evasion, but also exposed his profiteering during the pandemic.”

“Now the entire nation is outraged—everyone is watching closely.”

“And there’s more—the evidence is solid, and the case is being personally handled by the newly appointed mayor, Bai Yanli.”

Bai Yanli wasn’t someone who could be bribed.

“Bai Yanli?”

Leng Yifeng’s expression darkened, and he slammed his fist on the desk. Gritting his teeth, he growled, “Yin Hanyu… It must be Yin Hanyu’s doing!”

“President Leng, what should we do now?”

“What else can we do?”

Leng Yifeng clenched his plan tightly—something he had meticulously crafted for so long.

Now, in an instant, it was worthless.

And he… had become a complete joke.

Without the Jiang family’s assets, without their money, all his efforts had gone to waste.

“Ahhh!” Leng Yifeng lost control and shredded the document into pieces.

His breathing was heavy, his eyes bloodshot, and his fists clenched with murderous intent.

“Yin Hanyu… Yin Hanyu… Yin Hanyu…”

“I won’t let you go… I swear I won’t let you go…”

“Yin Hanyu, I want you to die a miserable death!”

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At the police station, Lin Qingyou arrived just as Yin Hanyu was coming out.

“How did it go? Is everything settled?” She took his arm.

“Yes,” Yin Hanyu nodded. “Jiang Beishan will never get out of prison in this lifetime.”

“That’s great,” Lin Qingyou said. “Now he and his son can keep each other company. Like father, like son—both belong in jail.”

Yin Hanyu: “…” Well, she wasn’t wrong.

“What about the Jiang family’s wealth?” Lin Qingyou asked. “We didn’t just help Zhang Lihua take over everything, did we? Is she going to sit back and enjoy her fortune now?”

Yin Hanyu shook his head. “That money was made off a national crisis. She’s lucky she wasn’t implicated—only because she filed for divorce last night.”

“So the Jiang family’s money…”

Yin Hanyu pointed upwards. “Naturally, it’s been confiscated and added to the national treasury.”

Lin Qingyou nodded in understanding. “That’s fair. It was blood money anyway.”

“You were with Zhang Lihua, right?” Yin Hanyu asked. “Did she say anything about Leng Yifeng’s mother?”

Lin Qingyou shook her head. “She’s still too emotional. Just when she started calming down and I was about to ask, she got into another fight with Xiao Wu. But Xiao Wu isn’t someone who just takes a beating, so their fight got too intense for me to step in. That’s why I came to find you first.”

Yin Hanyu: “…”