When he heard that Fu Zhiyan had brought people to seal off Kaide Plaza's coffee shop and fired shots, he knew that something had happened to Han Xiaoye. And as he turned back to think, the only person who could have the motive and take action in a coffee shop was Han Bao'er.
When Han Bao'er saw him, it was as if a drowning person had found a life-saving straw, filled with hope.
But when she heard his questioning and saw his angry expression, Han Bao'er's heart instantly chilled. She covered her face and suddenly laughed, with a dazed and crazy look, "So what if it was me? Brother Xu, did you expect that I installed surveillance software on your phone? I received the text message of you inviting her to the coffee shop yesterday. She seduced her own brother-in-law, and a mistress like her deserves to die! Yes, I poisoned her. Judging by the reactions outside, her condition is not looking good, right?"
"Slap!"
Yan Xu slapped her across the face, causing Han Bao'er to turn her head.
"You're absolutely insane!"
Han Bao'er covered her face, her eyes reddened, and said, "Yes, I am insane! But what about you, Yan Xu? Don't think I don't know. The reason you agreed to our engagement was to help her uncover the truth of what happened two years ago. You wanted to clear her name, so you agreed to the marriage alliance between our families. I know all of it! You are treating me like this. Aren't you insane as well?"
Yan Xu lowered his hand and clenched his lips, speaking slowly, "Yes, I wanted to use you to find out what really happened back then. But I told you before we got engaged, I don't like you. I didn't like you before, and I won't like you in the future."
"But you never told me that you wanted to investigate the past!" Han Bao'er became hysterical.
Yan Xu looked at her coldly and said, "Even if I wanted to investigate the past, what does it have to do with you? What are you afraid of?"
Han Bao'er's face turned pale.
Yan Xu approached her, taking a step closer. "Did you also participate in your mother's death back then?"
"I didn't!"
"So, you're saying only Han Chengming framed Xiaoye?" Yan Xu took another step closer to her.
"I..." Han Bao'er staggered backward, just as she uttered a word, she realized what he was trying to do and looked at him incredulously. "Are you trying to trap me?"
"I just want to know the truth of what happened back then."
"The truth is that Han Xiaoye maliciously drove my mother to her death! Yan Xu, don't even think about clearing her name. She will bear the guilt for the rest of her life. No decent family would want such a malicious daughter-in-law. She is destined to live a lonely and miserable life!" Han Bao'er's beautiful face twisted, her voice sharp. "Oh, no, maybe she won't have a lifetime. Brother Xu, it's all thanks to you that I have such a good opportunity."
The blood color on Yan Xu's lips vanished in an instant.
Just as Han Bao'er was about to mock him further, suddenly, the door was kicked open from the outside!
She looked in terror as a ferocious man appeared at the doorway.
"Fu... Fu Zhiyan?"
How could it be? How did Fu Zhiyan find her? Could it be... did that waiter betray her?
Han Bao'er's mind raced for a moment.
Due to nervousness and fear, cold sweat moistened her palms.
"Drag her out for me."
Deep, irresistibly sexy!
Four men in black rushed in and dragged the screaming Han Bao'er out.
"Ah! What are you doing? Let go of me! Are you insane? This is the Han family! I will call the police! I will sue you for trespassing! Let go of me! Aunt Liu! Aunt Liu!"
Han Bao'er was dragged down the stairs by her hair.
Her back hit the hard steps, causing her lips to turn pale from the pain.
"Bang!"
She was thrown onto the ground like a sack.
Han Bao'er felt dizzy from the fall, and her whole body was in excruciating pain. She couldn't even get up. She could only lie on the ground, looking up at the man sitting on the sofa, who seemed like a demon from hell!
"Click!"
A pistol was cocked and pressed against her temple.
Han Bao'er widened her eyes in terror. "No, don't... Brother Xu... save me! Save me..."
Fu Zhiyan played with the erasure pistol in his hand, his eyes completely devoid of light as he casually glanced at the man who had just come downstairs. He raised his eyelids nonchalantly. "Take Yan Xu, the second young master of the Yan family, back."
"Yes, Mr. Fu."
"Let go, I can walk by myself." Yan Xu broke free from the two men in black and walked to the man whose breath could freeze. "How is she?"
It was clear who he was referring to.
Fu Zhiyan's eyebrows remained motionless, and his tone was icy. "Take him away."
The men in black didn't dare to delay any longer. Ignoring Yan Xu's resistance, they forcibly "sent" him away.
The villa was engulfed in a chilling stillness, broken only by the sound of Han Bao'er's teeth grinding against each other, like an unsettling symphony of desperation. Her clothes clung to her body, drenched in perspiration, as if her fear had seeped through her pores. At that moment, she found herself teetering on the precipice of despair like never before, with the icy fingers of death inching closer and closer, whispering their sinister promises in her ear.
She looked up fearfully at the man towering above her, as if she were seeing the grim reaper himself.
Fu Zhiyan pinched her face with two fingers and leaned down, his handsome face filled with a world-weary expression. "Are you scared?"
Han Bao'er nodded in terror, then shook her head in a panic.
Her fear had made her blood run cold, but she was even more afraid of provoking this man at such a moment. She was so scared that she didn't even dare to admit her fear.
As Fu Zhiyan loosened his grip on her fingers, a black-clad bodyguard standing nearby swiftly presented a handkerchief. With a deliberate air of nonchalance, he took the handkerchief and proceeded to meticulously wipe his fingers, as if they had been tainted by some repugnant substance.
This blatant humiliation was akin to slapping Han Bao'er in the face. In the past, with her arrogant personality, she would have cursed at him long ago. But now, she could only tremble, still trembling...
Scared.
She was truly scared.
"Don't worry. After all, this is a legal society. I won't shoot you."
".. Fu..."
Han Bao'er just managed to say one word, and she saw the man raise his hand and move it slightly.
A black-clad person emerged, delicately holding a tray adorned with a syringe brimming with an ominous liquid. Positioned around Han Bao'er, four black figures firmly gripped her limbs, rendering her struggles futile. Despite her valiant efforts, she fought against the restraints, aching to break free.
"No, please..."
Her struggles were futile as she watched the needle pierce her arm. A cool sensation spread through her arm, and her heart slowly sank.
"This is what you used on her, and now I'm returning it to you, neither more nor less." The man's voice seemed to come from hell. "Han Bao'er, remember this clearly. She is mine!"
Han Xiaoye... belonged to Fu Zhiyan? What did that mean?
Han Bao'er was already too weak to delve into it. The piercing pain began to tear apart her soul, and she screamed and writhed on the ground...