Chapter 30: The countless “lock her up” and “break her legs” scenarios.

Knowing that Meng Mingxuan had gone to Lin Da, Yan Mo Jiu felt an urge to bring her back immediately.

But with everyone ready, he still didn’t give the order to leave, just leaning against the door, smoking one cigarette after another.

Between him and Meng Mingxuan, the choice was never in his hands.

No matter how ruthless he was to outsiders, he couldn’t be ruthless to Meng Mingxuan.

He owed the Meng family too much, and the Meng family was only left with Meng Mingxuan.

So, the countless “lock her up” and “break her legs” scenarios that played out in his mind were just thoughts.

He couldn’t bear to do that to her.

It wasn’t until dinner time that he finally took out his phone, standing amidst a pile of cigarette butts, and dialed Xu Li’s number.

He asked Xu Li calmly if he had picked up Meng Mingxuan and if she was coming back to the villa for dinner.

Xu Li said he had picked her up and she was on her way back.

His tense nerves, which had been taut for hours, relaxed with pleasure.

His little rose was willing to come home.

At this moment, the little rose was in his arms, hugging him tightly, calling him Ninth Brother in a broken voice.

“Hmm.” He slowly tightened his arms, holding her close with a force that seemed to embed her in his bones, “Brother is here.”

Meng Mingxuan didn’t say anything else.

What could she say?

It was she who was reborn.

Her Ninth Brother wasn’t reborn.

Even if she asked him, he wouldn’t know the truth from her previous life.

No matter who hired Lu Hui, no matter what Yin Ting did to her after their marriage, whether there was another reason behind it.

Ninth Brother couldn’t answer her.

So, Meng Mingxuan gradually calmed down and said softly, “Ninth Brother, I saw Yin Ting, I couldn’t help but expose his purpose for approaching me, but he said…”

Meng Mingxuan paused, then continued, her voice a little hoarse.

“He said he was Uncle Yan’s son.”

This time, Yan Mo Jiu was truly startled.

“He said that because of Aunt Yan, me, and Ninth Brother, Uncle Yan didn’t want them anymore. While we were enjoying Uncle Yan’s fatherly love, he and his mother were being abused by people in the mental hospital.”

Meng Mingxuan couldn’t imagine that experience, although she lost her parents when she was very young, she was protected by the Yan family and never bullied.

The greatest harm she had suffered in her previous life was from Yin Ting’s cold violence.

And the car accident that ended her previous life.

“It’s not true.” Yan Mo Jiu quickly responded.

“Ah?” Meng Mingxuan wriggled out of his arms, looking up at him in surprise.

Yan Mo Jiu released one hand and used his fingers to brush away the messy bangs that had been rubbing against his chest.

Then, his voice was cold and heavy, “If he was really Dad’s son, then he should be the same age as me.”

“But he was born in a mental hospital, he doesn’t have a birth certificate, could it be that when his grandfather took him out, he changed his age?” Meng Mingxuan hypothesized.

“Why would he need to change it?” Yan Mo Jiu asked back.

That’s true.

Meng Mingxuan couldn’t think of a reason why Yin Ting’s grandfather would make Yin Ting three years younger.

“I’ll look into this, you don’t need to worry.”

Yan Mo Jiu said, then squatted down.

He held her ankle and lifted it up, helping her put on her slippers.

This time, Meng Mingxuan didn’t shrink her foot subconsciously.

…

When Nie Ziyang and Feng Yilin walked into the office, they saw Yan Mo Jiu’s tall figure standing by the floor-to-ceiling window.

He stood still.

As if the traffic below was incredibly captivating.

Last night, in the middle of the night, Old Master Tang had a heart attack and was admitted to the hospital.

So, Tang Jun went back to Kyoto first.

“Ninth Brother.”

“Ninth Brother.”

Nie Ziyang closed the door, and he and Feng Yilin spoke one after another.

Yan Mo Jiu didn’t turn around, the two of them exchanged glances, and had no choice but to walk to the floor-to-ceiling window and accompany Yan Mo Jiu to look at the scenery below.

“Give you three days to find out Yin Ting’s true background.”

Yan Mo Jiu held a cigarette between his fingers, but didn’t light it.

“Ninth Brother, why don’t you just give me a red silk scarf instead.” Nie Ziyang said with a bitter face.

Three days?

They had been investigating for three years, and they hadn’t found anything wrong with Yin Ting’s background.

His father died early, and his widowed mother also passed away the year Yin Ting took the college entrance exam, Yin Ting was just an orphan who grew up on government assistance.

The neighbors could all testify to that.

Feng Yilin was more perceptive than Nie Ziyang, he guessed something, “Ninth Brother, did you get any new clues?”

Yan Mo Jiu turned around, his back leaning casually against the floor-to-ceiling window.

The cigarette was spinning between his long fingers.

“Yin Ting told Mingxuan that he was my dad’s unwanted son.”

“…”

Nie Ziyang and Feng Yilin both knew that Yan Mo Jiu wouldn’t acknowledge that scumbag in Kyoto.

So the dad Yan Mo Jiu was referring to was Yan Shicheng.

Yin Ting, was he Yan Shicheng’s son?

Or was he abandoned by Yan Shicheng?

“This is the reason why Yin Ting deliberately approached the Miss, he not only hates Ninth Brother, but he also hates the Miss.” Feng Yilin’s tone was emotionless.

It was Yan Shicheng who abandoned Yin Ting.

But Ninth Brother and the Miss were the beneficiaries.

The fatherly love that Yin Ting didn’t get, Ninth Brother and the Miss both got.

“Is that true? So dramatic?” Nie Ziyang was a little surprised, “If it’s true, what does Ninth Brother plan to do?”

Ninth Brother was raised by Yan Shicheng.

Although they hadn’t met Yan Shicheng, they knew very well that Ninth Brother’s current power and wealth were all cultivated by Yan Shicheng.

Ninth Brother couldn’t possibly do anything to Yan Shicheng’s son.

But what if Yin Ting insisted on opposing Ninth Brother and the Miss?

“We’ll talk about it when it’s true.” Yan Mo Jiu put the cigarette back in the box.

Nie Ziyang saw that there was not a single cigarette missing from the box.

He had a sudden thought – did Ninth Brother quit smoking?

Impossible.

Ninth Brother is a chimney.

He’s almost become the spokesperson for cigarettes.

“Mingxuan said that Yin Ting’s mother is in a mental hospital, and Yin Ting was also born in a mental hospital.” Yan Mo Jiu looked at Feng Yilin.

A dark light flashed in Feng Yilin’s eyes.

With these two clues, three days was more than enough time.

“Okay, Ninth Brother, I’ll go investigate now.”

After Nie Ziyang and Feng Yilin left, Yan Mo Jiu took out his phone and glanced at it.

Someone’s WeChat avatar was quiet.

Didn’t she see the note I left?

Yan Mo Jiu recalled the girl’s rosy cheeks and the faint smile at the corners of her lips when she was asleep in the morning.

As if in sync with his thoughts, “Typing…” appeared in the chat box.

Yan Mo Jiu stared at those words, as if he had turned to stone.

After a while, a new message appeared.

[Ninth Brother, I had a nightmare.]

Yan Mo Jiu suddenly wanted to go home.

He wanted to hug the girl who had a nightmare.