Yan Zheng’s dark eyes shone like stars as her small hands gestured rapidly.
“Si Yueting, how about we make a deal?”
A flicker of mockery passed through the man’s eyes as he released her, his interest instantly fading.
So she couldn’t hold back anymore and was about to reveal her true intentions?
“If I can make your legs recover within six months, how about we get divorced?”
Years ago, Si Yueting had been madly in love. While chasing after Li Qingge who was going abroad at the airport, he got into a car accident that broke both his legs.
If she could cure Si Yueting’s legs in advance and send him back to his white moonlight, she could avoid the tragic fate of later pregnancy, miscarriage, and dying by gunshot.
If only his lower legs were numb, he could be walking again in at most two months.
Since Si Yueting’s entire legs had no sensation, she would just need to spend a bit more time on it.
Mention of his legs made Si Yueting’s large hand resting on his knee subtly tighten.
“I haven’t reached the point of being so desperate that I’d seek treatment from some unqualified quack! If Mrs. Si is so capable, why not cure your own muteness first?”
Yan Zheng wasn’t born mute.
It was said that at age 10, she witnessed her abusive adoptive father beating her adoptive mother, but her adoptive mother accidentally killed him with an axe.
Her adoptive mother became vegetative due to head trauma, while the traumatized Yan Zheng who lost her voice was sent to her grandfather’s house.
He hadn’t meant to reopen her old wounds.
He was just angry that she would make such a thoughtless joke!
Even the world’s top doctors found by Si Hanche said his legs would require at least two years of surgery and rehabilitation, with only seventy percent certainty of recovering to their previous state.
And yet this country girl who didn’t even understand medicine claimed she could make him recover in just six months?
Absolutely ridiculous!
Si Yueting expected Yan Zheng to lower her head in hurt as she always did when criticized.
Instead, she looked at him with clear, bright eyes, her small hands quickly signing,
“So, as long as I can speak, you’ll agree to let me treat your legs?”
Normally, besides helping her master organize the tangled or knotted Fate Lines on the Yinyuan Tree, she most enjoyed studying acupuncture and herbal medicine in her spare time.
The original owner’s muteness was mainly psychological.
When the time came, she would use acupuncture to stimulate the atrophied voice acupoints, combined with a “strong medicine.”
Treating this would be much simpler than treating Si Yueting’s legs.
For a moment, a thought inadvertently crossed his mind.
If she could speak, would her voice sound the same as her inner thoughts?
Just then, Yan Zheng’s phone suddenly rang.
Si Yueting glanced at the caller and frowned displeased.
Yan Zheng knew he disliked Yan Lang and usually avoided answering calls in his presence.
But this time, she answered the call right in front of him.
Amid the clattering of mahjong tiles and noisy curses, Yan Lang seemed surprised that Yan Zheng answered so quickly. After playing a tile, he said,
“Zhengzheng, that 2 million I asked you to get for me last time – did you get it?”
Previously, when Yan Lang first asked her for money, Yan Zheng would always reluctantly tap her phone once.
Indicating she would try.
If she tapped three times, it meant “got it.”
But this time, she coldly tapped twice –
No!
Yan Lang paused, then immediately raised his voice threateningly in displeasure,
“Don’t you forget, you damn girl, who caused our Yan family to be ruined! You owe our family for life! Don’t think you can shake me off just because you married into a wealthy family
No money? Then I’ll expose to the media how you seduced my dad when he was drunk after his bath! Just as my mom came home and caught you, she wanted to kill you, you little slut, but you viciously pushed my dad in front of you to take the blow!
Let’s see if the Si family would still want a bitch like you then! The Gu family already finds you, a mute, an embarrassment—they’d just send you back to where you came from!
When that happens, I’ll sell you to the Niu family in the village—the one with three sons, all nearly 50 and unmarried, planning to find them a shared wife! You’ll be bred like a sow, giving birth until you die!”
Yan Zheng’s fingertips turned white as she gripped her phone tightly.
[That night, it was Yan Daqiang who had been drinking and sneaked into my room. When I resisted, he grabbed my hair and slammed my head against the wall! Yan Lang was watching TV in the living room outside but pretended not to hear anything!
If my adoptive mother Ruan Ling hadn’t returned from work just in time and desperately hacked the door open with an axe to save me, I would be the one lying in the hospital now!]
Yan Lang’s arrogant threats over the phone were heard clearly by Si Yueting.
Even though Yan Lang and Yan Zheng weren’t related by blood, they had grown up together since childhood.
Who would have thought that for money, Yan Lang would go so far as to slander Yan Zheng with such filth!
Not only was this slander an insult to the Si family, but this gambling addict even planned to marry his wife off to three old bachelors?
Si Yueting’s handsome face darkened as he clenched the armrests of his wheelchair.
He remembered how Yan Zheng had once tearfully asked to borrow 200,000 from him.
She even vouched for Yan Lang, promising it was his last gamble and that he would repay the money once he reformed.
He never trusted a gambler’s word, so he didn’t give it to her.
Easily swayed as she was, she had been fooled by Yan Lang multiple times into secretly selling the jewelry her grandmother had given her.
Although she had the right to dispose of her own belongings, this kind of betrayal still disgusted him!
This time, when he learned she had stolen company secrets, he didn’t even investigate before concluding it was her, assuming she was raising money to pay off Yan Lang’s debts.
Si Yueting knew that no matter how Yan Lang treated her, Yan Zheng would always end up helping him repay his gambling debts.
After all, the ‘servility’ ingrained in her bones was something she could never change in her lifetime.
After hanging up the phone, Yan Zheng suddenly heard her phone chime.
She picked it up and saw a transfer of 2 million in her WeChat?
Si Yueting said calmly,
“This money is compensation for my misunderstanding today.
You can use it to pay off Yan Lang’s gambling debts.
But on one condition: you must cut ties with him from now on!”
Yan Zheng raised an eyebrow. So, this 2 million was for her emotional distress?
The original host had cried so much her eyes still hurt—this money was truly what she deserved.
“Si Yueting, can you do me a favor?”
The man’s jaw tightened, his expression grim.
Allowing her to pay off Yan Lang’s gambling debts was already his bottom line!
Did she expect him to transfer the money directly to that gambler?
Upon hearing what Yan Zheng wanted him to do, a flicker of surprise crossed Si Yueting’s dark eyes.
He took out his phone and dialed the police,
“I want to report an illegal gambling den at the chess and card room in Building 9, Tongxin Community.”
A cold smile touched Yan Zheng’s lips.
The 2 million she was falsely accused of embezzling from the company matched the exact amount Yan Lang had demanded in his text.
Yan Lang calling her about the money at this critical moment was definitely connected to Lin Huai!
The original host had helped Yan Lang repay his gambling debts without any bottom line all because of her gratitude toward her adoptive mother.
But she was nothing like the soft-hearted original owner!
Sending Yan Lang to prison—a place where no one dared to chop off his limbs yet could preserve his wretched life—was the perfect way to reform him.
She believed her adoptive mother would support this decision.
Si Yueting never expected Yan Zheng, who had always been weak-willed and indecisive, to report her own brother with such righteousness.
This sudden decisiveness in the woman made a faint glimmer pass through his ink-dark, profound eyes.
Yan Zheng urged,
“Let’s hurry to the hospital! Grandma is still waiting!”
【No wonder Grandma is angry. If Si Hanche really gouged out Jiang Mingyan’s eyes, he would be severing his own destined marriage with his own hands! When he learns the whole truth, he’ll regret it for the rest of his life!】
Gouge out eyes?
Si Yueting frowned. Since when had Third Brother stooped to the organ trade?
As the black Bentley drove away from the teahouse, a man as elegant as jade in a nearby Rolls-Royce gently stroked a clumsily embroidered little kite keychain.
“Has she signed the divorce papers?”