After Ling Li came back by taxi, she entered the yard. There was no sound in the yard. Ling Han and Ye Huanyan's rooms were also dark.
Before she returned to her room, she stood at the door for a while in doubt and looked down at her wrist.
It was half past eight.
She went to bed so early?
In the villa of the Wen family in the western suburbs.
After dinner, Umbo went into the study. Zhou Lan went upstairs after cleaning up the dishes. When she passed by the door of Wen Siyuan's room, she was pulled in by him.
Her exclamation was drowned out by Wen Siyuan's hands.
"Are you crazy?"
She covered her chest with lingering fear.
"The old man is in the study next door."
Wen Siyuan held her shoulder, regardless of her panic. After a hot kiss, he gasped.
"Lanlan, don't you want to help me?"
Zhou Lan was dizzy by his kiss, and her eyes were blurred. "How can I help you?"
"It's very simple."
Wen Siyuan leaned close to her ear and whispered a few words.
Zhou Lan frowned and stared at him for a long time. "Do you really want me to do this?"
"My father's study is locked all year round. If you don't use this method, there is no way to get in under normal circumstances. Lanlan, if you help me this time, you will save my life, my good Lanlan."
"If I help you this time, what about in the future?"
"In the future, I will take you far away and leave this damn place."
"Don't you care about your father?"
"This old man didn't care about my mother's life or death in those days. Why should I care about him? I only want you."
Sweet talk was Wen Siyuan's specialty. In these years, there were many evil debts of romantic pleasure outside. There were many experienced people who fell into his hands. Except for those who were smart enough not to be fooled by him, women like Zhou Lan who relied on men and had no ideas of their own were easily coaxed.
At the moment, Zhou Lan went downstairs with a bowl of lotus seed soup and went into the study.
Umbo was not in a good mood today. He had drunk a lot of wine in the evening. At this moment, he was sitting behind the desk, staring blankly at a pile of folders. His expression was very gloomy.
Zhou Lan brought the soup over and brought it to the desk.
"Hubby, this soup is good for sobering up. You won't have a headache tomorrow morning if you drink it."
As she spoke, Zhou Lan placed the soup bowl in front of him.
Her slender wrist was wrapped in a platinum chain. Looking up from her wrist, it was her jade-like arm.
Umbo was a little absent-minded. He hadn't vented his anger after drinking. Now that he was drunk, he grabbed Zhou Lan's wrist and pulled her onto his lap.
"Slut, why are you wearing such skimpy clothes here? Are you missing me?"
A hint of disgust flashed through Zhou Lan's eyes. She lowered her head and pretended to be shy as she hammered Umbo's chest. "You're so annoying. You're drunk. I'm not going to be with you …"
"Even if I'm drunk, I can still serve you well."
As he spoke, Umbo's hand had already reached under her skirt and pulled down her underwear. He looked like he was ready to take care of her on the spot.
Zhou Lan clamped her legs together to prevent him from moving. She hooked her arms around his neck and drew circles on his chest with one hand. She said coquettishly, "I still want to serve you well. Aren't you unhappy today?"
Umbo's heart skipped a beat. While he was in a daze, he saw her crawl up from the side. Her two legs were on either side of his waist. A pair of hands painted with red fingernails unbuttoned his shirt. Then, she separated her hands from the front of his shirt to both sides and wrapped them around his waist, massaging all the way down.
The sound of the door closing came from the direction of the study, accompanied by Zhou Lan's coquettish voice.
"Forget it. Let's go back to the room first. Don't let Siyuan see us …"
Then, there was the sound of the master bedroom door slamming shut.
Wen Siyuan quickly opened the door and walked to the door of the study. As expected, he twisted the handle of the study door effortlessly and walked in in a flash.
Umbo's seal had always been kept in the drawer of the study. It was not taboo for him. However, he usually locked the door when he left, so he did not know where to start. This was a rare opportunity.
He pulled open the drawer and quickly found Umbo's personal seal. He stamped the transfer of shares. He squatted behind the desk and looked at the signed transfer of shares. He heaved a sigh of relief.
With this, he could pay back the debts he owed outside. He no longer had to hide from his enemies.
Just as he was thinking..,
With a loud bang, the door of the study smashed into the wall.
Wen Siyuan's throat tightened. His feet seemed to be stuck to the carpet, and he could not move an inch.
"Come out."
The old man's voice was unusually cold. It did not sound like he was drunk at all.
Wen Siyuan swallowed hard. He knew that he could not hide, so he could only slowly stand up.
At this moment, Umbo was standing in front of the desk, looking at him coldly,
"Take out the thing in your hand."
An equity transfer letter stamped with his red seal. He could not deny it.
"Dad, listen to me. I was also forced to do this. It was Ling Han who forced me to do it …"
"Did he force you, or did the casinos in Macau force you?"
Hearing the word 'casino', Wen Siyuan's face turned pale. His legs went soft, and he knelt on the ground. He held the corner of the table and stumbled,
"Dad... You, you... you know... you know?"
"You went to Macau to help a friend deal with business?"
Umbo sneered, "I didn't know when you had business friends in Macau. Over the years, how much money did you lose outside? Do you really think I don't know? How much did you lose this time? "
"Not much... no..."
Wen Siyuan lowered his head and did not dare to speak.
"Is it 10 million or 20 million?"
Speaking of this, Umbo took a deep breath. His face suddenly changed, and he slammed the documents on the desk toward Wen Siyuan's head.
"What kind of benefits did Ling Han give you? Why are you siding with an outsider and helping others scheme against your own father?"
"I was wrong, I was wrong, Dad … I was at my wit's end."
Wen Siyuan lay on the ground and begged for mercy while hiding, "If those debt collectors find me, I will lose my life, Dad..."
"There's no way out."
The last stack of documents slammed on Wen Siyuan's head. The sharp edge of the folder brushed his forehead, leaving a bloodstain. Soon, blood beads oozed out, which looked very shocking.
Even though he was extremely angry in his heart, Wen Siyuan was ultimately his only son. Hence, Wen Bo ultimately did not harden his heart to continue scolding him. Instead, he fiercely glared at the latter and said.
"You brought this upon yourself. Don't you know that Huan Yu is now tied to the same rope as us? If we don't have Huan Yu, Ling Han will hate us to the core. When the time comes, the two of us will be eaten by him until not even our bones are left."
"…" Wen Siyuan lay on the ground with snot and tears streaming down his face. He touched his face, which was covered in blood. He wailed even louder, "Dad, I was wrong. I really know I was wrong. Dad …"
"Shut up."
Wen Bo kicked him in exasperation.
"Ling Han is also unscrupulous in order to get back Pleasure. First, he let Su Nianhua pretend to be good, and then he instigated you, a disappointing thing..."
"Su Nianhua?" Wen Siyuan's sobbing voice suddenly stopped for a few seconds. He looked at Umbo with a puzzled face, "How can Ling Han and Su Nianhua be together?"
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