Xu Tian glanced at the document.
It was a contract for a voluntary asset transfer.
He cast a cold look at Xu Pingfeng and Yang Rongjuan. “Sign it? Heh, unless I’m dead, don’t even dream about it.”
He didn’t attempt to fight his way out. He was well aware of his physical condition. Years of indulgent living had left him in no shape to take on trained bodyguards.
If it really came to blows, he wouldn’t stand a chance.
Xu Tian’s firm stance made Xu Pingfeng uncomfortable. For the first time, he realized Xu Tian was no longer the obedient pushover he could easily control.
“Fine, fine, fine. I raised you, and now you dare talk back like this. I want to see how long you can keep up this bravado!”
Then he turned to the three bodyguards at the door and ordered, “Take his phone, lock him up in his room. Don’t give him any food. He can come out once he agrees to sign!”
The three bodyguards immediately surrounded Xu Tian.
Xu Tian didn’t resist. When one of them reached toward his pocket, he calmly pulled out his phone and tossed it onto the table. Then he looked at the couple indifferently and said, “I hope you won’t regret this.”
With that, Xu Tian turned and walked toward his room.
As Xu Pingfeng watched Xu Tian’s unbothered expression, an unfamiliar sense of losing control crept into his heart—and he hated it.
“Regret?”
“Heh! Xu Tian, if you sign it, you’ll be a worthless nobody. If you don’t, don’t even dream of walking out of this house alive!”
…
Meanwhile, at Jiangcheng High-Speed Rail Station.
Tang Bingyan and Ah Wei stood at the entrance to the platform.
Chen Xiaoxiao wasn’t with them. She had stayed behind to handle the process of transferring the assets to Xu Tian.
Tang Bingyan had been discharged from the hospital for over three hours now. She could’ve left long ago. Her train ticket had already been rescheduled three times, yet she still hadn’t boarded.
After seeing those intimate photos and hearing that damning recording, she had truly given up on Xu Tian.
But now, standing on the verge of leaving, it felt like a knife was twisting in her heart.
She knew Xu Tian was a bastard. She knew he wasn’t someone she should entrust her life to. But she just couldn’t let go.
Even though he’d hurt her over and over again, she still loved him—deeply.
She wasn’t waiting for Xu Tian to show up.
She was just waiting for a message from him.
As long as he sent her a single text asking her to stay, she would give him another chance without hesitation.
Even if… Xu Tian wanted her life…
“Was it all just in my head these past few days?”
Tang Bingyan looked at the crowd around her, watching the couples pass by hand in hand. But her heart felt utterly desolate.
“CEO Tang, ticket inspection is almost over. We need to go,” Ah Wei reminded gently.
“Mm.” Tang Bingyan slowly inhaled, suppressing all her emotions.
She finally pulled out her phone and called Chen Xiaoxiao. Read this novel at g.com for the best experience.
She no longer had Xu Tian’s number. They’d argued two nights ago, and Xu Tian had changed his number in anger. None of the numbers she had worked anymore.
Soon, the call connected.
“CEO Tang, are you on the train?” came Chen Xiaoxiao’s voice from the other end.
Tang Bingyan hesitated for a second before asking, “Did he come to see you?”
“No,” Chen Xiaoxiao answered quickly, without a trace of hesitation.
Tang Bingyan fell silent.
Maybe… maybe she really didn’t matter to Xu Tian.
No—more accurately, maybe she had never mattered to him in the first place.
“I see.”
With that, she hung up.
Before she left, she turned back to glance at this small, rather ordinary city one last time.
Returning to the Imperial Capital would be her rebirth—and his freedom.
Leaving… was letting him go.
And letting herself go too.
Tang Bingyan walked away.
…
On the other end of the call, in Jiangcheng.
Chen Xiaoxiao sat in her chair like a deflated balloon.
She had spoken those lies so easily, but the guilt weighed on her like a mountain.
She knew how much Tang Bingyan loved Xu Tian.
She also knew how much that lie would hurt her.
But… she had no choice.
“CEO Tang… please forgive me. It’s the first time I’ve ever lied to you. But everything I did—was for your sake…”
…
Jiang Province, Jinbin Villa District.
From Building A008, came a roar from Li Fujian.
SMACK!
“You bitch! No wonder Dong’er’s condition kept getting worse—it was you behind it all!”
A middle-aged woman with dyed blond hair was thrown to the ground, her face swollen and bruised.
This woman—was none other than Li Fujian’s wife, Wu Rong.
A while ago, Li Dong, Li Fujian’s son, had fallen suddenly ill.
Within just a few days, Li Fujian had called in every top doctor in the provincial capital, but none of them could help.
Eventually, he heard that a once-famous miracle doctor, Zhang Zizhen, had gone into seclusion in Jiangcheng. He rushed there in hope, but never even got to meet Zhang Zizhen and was turned away.
Later, he heard Zhang Zizhen had gone to Jiangcheng Hospital, but again, he arrived too late.
It was there that he met Xu Tian—who told him Wu Rong had been poisoning his son.
At the time, he’d dismissed Xu Tian as a lunatic.
But when Li Dong’s condition kept deteriorating, he finally decided to check the security footage at home.
And saw it—
Wu Rong had indeed been adding something to their son’s food.
“What did you give Dong’er?!”
Li Fujian grabbed Wu Rong by the collar, his gaze cold enough to kill.
This was his second wife. His first had passed away.
He had treated Wu Rong well—yet she dared to harm his son?
“I told you—I didn’t poison him! I gave him medicine. It was supposed to help him!”
Wu Rong’s face was smeared with blood, but she showed no fear.
“Heh. Medicine?”
Li Fujian laughed furiously. “I’ve already sent the powder you put in Dong’er’s food to be tested. It’s a slow-acting poison! And you still dare lie?!”
“I said I didn’t poison him! Someone’s trying to frame me! Li Fujian, you’ve been tricked!”
Wu Rong knew Li Fujian’s temper too well.
As long as she didn’t admit to poisoning or give up the antidote, there was still a sliver of hope.
If she confessed, there would be no chance of survival.
“You vile woman! If you don’t give me the antidote, I’ll beat you to death today!”
With that, Li Fujian raised his fist and struck her again.
No matter how much he beat her, Wu Rong refused to confess.
Just then, a young man in a bodyguard uniform rushed in.
He ignored Wu Rong completely and walked straight to Li Fujian.
“Boss Li, I’ve found out everything.”
“The man’s name is Xu Tian. He’s the adopted son of Xu Pingfeng and his wife, from the Xu family of Jiangcheng. Here’s his number.”