After the divorce, I trained my dog, and the scumbag father and son knelt down at my door.

"Then...what happened next?"

With difficulty, Yan Niannian moved her lips and uttered a sound.

Her usually cold voice trembled slightly, a tremor she herself was unaware of.

The person on the other side breathed a sigh of relief.

Father, like son.

Judging from Yan Niannian's reaction, he knew that he had made the right gamble.

He was present at the time, but he was unable to stop him or help Zhuo Yuchen solve his problems.

The more I thought about it afterward, the more I regretted it.

Do not!

To be precise, it was fear!

Fearing retribution later, he came up with this method to make amends.

"Although the receiver was successfully removed later, I could clearly see that Mr. Zhuo's right hand was severely shocked by the electric shock."

"At that time, Mr. Zhuo's face turned white, and he almost fell off the ladder."

“I tried to persuade Mr. Zhuo to go to the hospital, but he ignored me completely and only wanted to go back to the venue to find you.”

"Miss Yan, Mr. Zhuo really cares about you."

"Besides, I'm really worried about Mr. Zhuo's hands. Could you go and check on him?"

"I see."

Yan Niannian murmured.

In the end, she even forgot how she hung up the phone.

He seemed dazed for a moment.

Suddenly, Zhuo Yuchen's pale face flashed into my mind.

He stared at me, unmoved and silent, his demeanor and expression completely different from before.

That was a rare expression of melancholy and loneliness.

How come she didn't notice?

He must have been in so much pain back then, right?

Yan Niannian's mind was in turmoil.

He was injured because of him, so she should have gone to check on him.

but……

She was conflicted, and also a little too proud to admit it.

Just then, the assistant's call came in at just the right moment.

“Miss Yan…” he hurriedly recounted Zhuo Yuchen’s situation.

Then, she humbled herself and tried to plead.

I pray that Yan Niannian can come to the Zhuo Group and give President Zhuo a good talk.

"Keep an eye on him, I'm coming over now."

Before he could even ask, Yan Niannian quickly uttered those words.

Then, she hung up the phone.

The assistant was stunned.

At the same time, the weight that had been hanging over me was finally lifted.

Great.

As long as Yan Niannian is willing to come, all the problems can be easily solved.

……

The Zhuo family.

A furtive little figure, holding a small bottle in its hand.

The bright red liquid inside is... it's blood!

And this furtive figure was none other than Xiao Jun, who had been kindly taken in.

Standing in the corridor, Xiao Jun looked around a few times.

Seeing that no one was around, he quickly pushed open the door to Zhuo Xuan's bedroom, and with a "whoosh," he ducked in at lightning speed.

Xiao Jun walked quickly to Zhuo Xuan's study desk.

He stopped and looked down.

A beautiful gift box was placed on the table, with a pretty bow tied around it.

The gift box contained the present that Zhuo Xuan wanted to give to Yan Niannian on Mother's Day.

Zhuo Xuan was extremely patient and devout.

I made it by hand for a very long time, very seriously.

The more Zhuo Xuan cared, the angrier he became.

Everything she had was ruined by that selfish and wicked woman, Yan Niannian. Why should they still be able to live happily ever after, with a loving mother and filial son?

Do not!

He absolutely will not allow it.

Having made up his mind, Xiaojun stepped forward and first put the bottle down.

He opened the gift box and roughly took out the painting.

He gave it a cold glance, then Xiao Jun unscrewed the bottle.

Without the slightest hesitation, he trembled and poured all the blood from the bottle onto the surface.

The painting was immediately stained with blood.

The glaring crimson spread rapidly across the canvas, staining it.

It faintly reflected the madness in Xiao Jun's eyes.

That well-behaved, kind little boy who understood Yan Niannian's kindness to him ultimately died.

He was killed by Xiao Jun himself.

After succeeding, Xiao Jun picked up the painting and blew on it.

After it was almost dry, Xiao Jun put the painting back exactly as it was.

There is a layer of high-quality waterproof plastic between the painting and the packaging box. The quality is very good, so unless you deliberately open the gift box, you won't be able to tell that the painting has been damaged.

After finishing, Xiao Jun secretly left again.

The entire process was carried out without anyone knowing.

Nobody noticed at all.

……

Zhuo's Group.

Yan Niannian arrived very quickly.

After getting out of the taxi, she walked straight to her assistant who was waiting at the door. "Where is Zhuo Yuchen now?"

"President Zhuo is in his office."

"it is good!"

She nodded and went inside with her assistant.

We went directly to Zhuo Yuchen's office from the elevator that was reserved for the president.

Then, Yan Niannian simply raised her hand and pushed the door open.

The door opened.

Zhuo Yuchen remained standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, smoking with his left hand.

He was extremely displeased by the sudden intrusion of others.

"Who let you in? Get out!" Without turning his head, Zhuo Yuchen shouted in a low, hoarse voice.

The assistant stood behind Yan Niannian without moving, but looked even more astonished.

The strong smell of cigarettes was particularly pungent.

It was much stronger than when he came in to deliver food before.

Hey!

In just this short time, how many cigarettes has Mr. Zhuo smoked again!

Yan Niannian frowned in disgust; the smell of smoke was too pungent, causing her to cough repeatedly, "Cough cough cough... cough cough cough..."

The sudden cough made Zhuo Yuchen freeze in his tracks.

That voice... it haunts my dreams!

Is it his longing?

Thinking of this, Zhuo Yuchen's mind went blank, and he subconsciously turned around excitedly.

Sure enough, he saw the person he had been longing for standing on the other side of the smoke.

“Niannian…” Zhuo Yuchen murmured softly, his expression momentarily dazed.

Yan Niannian raised her hand, waving away the disgust in front of her eyes, and raised an eyebrow as she asked, "Zhuo Yuchen, do you want me to get lost?"

"No, no..."

Once he came to his senses, Zhuo Yuchen shook his head vigorously, like a rattle-drum.

Joy welled up in my heart.

At the same time, there was also a hint of panic.

He knew that Yan Niannian hated the smell of smoke the most, and he was afraid that she would find him repulsive.

"Niannian, don't go, I wasn't talking about you..."

"I'm so happy that you came to see me."

"real……"

While hurriedly explaining, Zhuo Yuchen frantically tried to turn on the exhaust fan.

His clumsy and impulsive manner showed no trace of the composure and authority of a superior; instead, he resembled a naive young man newly in love.

The assistant's lips twitched helplessly.

really……

He knew it would turn out this way.

Now that the antidote has arrived, it would be incredibly foolish of him to stay here any longer.

The assistant tactfully withdrew.

Then, considerately, he closed the door, giving the two of them a chance to talk alone.

With the exhaust fan running hard, the smoke in the office finally dissipated completely.

Zhuo Yuchen, who is nearly 1.9 meters tall, stood in front of Yan Niannian, but he rubbed his hands together in stark contrast.

Somewhat at a loss.

Perhaps it was because Yan Niannian's previous extremely cold, even disgusted attitude towards him, that made him nervous.

For a moment, Zhuo Yuchen didn't know what to say. "Um... um..."