CHAPTER 72: CHAPTER 72: THE LENG FAMILY COMES LOOKING FOR TROUBLE

"You’re standing up for me?" Zhan Hanjue asked in surprise.

Ningwan retorted angrily, "Why, do you still think you’re very noble?"

"She had three percent of Feng Group’s shares in her hands. I helped her cover it up, and she transferred all the shares to me," Zhan Hanjue explained.

Ningwan: "..."

She was careless, she really thought he was a benevolent person.

"Didn’t the Feng Family suspect anything?" Ningwan asked.

Zhan Hanjue said, "I sold Feng Qianru’s shares back to the Feng Family at a low price. The Feng Family appreciated my kindness, so they didn’t pursue the matter. But suspicion still lingers, otherwise, Feng Jiuzun wouldn’t have arranged for your cousin to come over, and wouldn’t have harbored resentment against me all these years."

Ningwan gave a thumbs up.

Shrewd businessman, indeed a shrewd businessman.

Playing both sides, shedding a wife who didn’t love him, and making a fortune from the Feng Family.

"But since Feng Qianru’s death was fake, why did you have problems marrying again afterward?" Ningwan was puzzled.

Zhan Hanjue coughed lightly, "Accident."

Ningwan frowned, an accident once or twice, and a third time was still an accident?

He had too many "accidents"!

"Now that you know the truth, aren’t you angry anymore?" Zhan Hanjue asked again.

Ningwan was taken aback, then immediately shouted, "When was I ever angry? Don’t slander me."

"Not angry? Earlier, you saw me take Feng Qianru’s bracelet, and you’ve been sulking these past few days. Isn’t it because you’re jealous?" Zhan Hanjue approached her.

Ningwan felt flustered and backed away, stammering in denial, "Who’s jealous? Don’t talk nonsense."

"Then why are you sulking?"

Zhan Hanjue pressed closer, pinning her against the wall with nowhere to retreat.

"I’m not sulking, you’re overthinking," Ningwan continued to deny with her head down, not daring to look him in the eye.

Zhan Hanjue observed her flustered expression, her long eyelashes quivered slightly, like a small brush teasing his heart repeatedly.

Stirring up his feelings, igniting a fire in his heart.

"Saying one thing while meaning another."

Zhan Hanjue said in a deep voice, holding her delicate chin, forcing her to raise her head, and kissed her red lips.

The soft touch seemed to carry a deadly allure.

It made him want to take more.

When Ningwan was lifted up, she gasped in surprise.

But soon, Zhan Hanjue blocked her red lips again.

Yet, just as sparks flew between them, about to become uncontrollable, Ningwan’s phone rang.

"Phone call, someone’s calling."

Ningwan pushed him away, gasping for breath to remind him.

Zhan Hanjue leaned in again, "Ignore it."

Ningwan also wanted to ignore it, but the phone rang repeatedly, three times in a row.

Ningwan couldn’t stand it anymore and pushed Zhan Hanjue away.

With the phone ringing incessantly, Zhan Hanjue’s passion dissipated.

He could only let Ningwan answer the call first.

Secretly cursing, hoping he wouldn’t find out who it was.

"Qiu."

As soon as Ningwan answered the phone, Wu Taotao sneezed.

She rubbed her nose, wondering who was talking about her behind her back.

"Taotao, is Miss Leng’s injury serious?" Ningwan asked.

Actually, when she saw the caller ID for Wu Taotao, she guessed it was about Leng Linglong.

Sure enough, Wu Taotao said, "Quite serious, fourteen stitches, right on the forehead. I don’t know if it’ll leave a scar. Such a beautiful young girl, it’d be a shame if it scars. She cried her heart out after waking up, and I couldn’t comfort her with my senior brother. How about you persuade Mr. Zhan in your family to come over? After all, it was because of him she got injured, sending an assistant with money just doesn’t seem right."

"He doesn’t want Miss Leng to misunderstand, so he definitely won’t go. Tell Miss Leng I’ll give her a scar-removal ointment, I won’t let her get a scar."

"Alright, I’ll try to comfort her," Wu Taotao said.

Hung up the phone.

Zhan Hanjue asked coldly, "Who called?"

"Didn’t you hear it already? Wu Taotao, saying that Leng Linglong got more than a dozen stitches, cried her heart out, hoping you’d go see her and comfort her."

"I won’t go, it’s better to let her give up entirely," Zhan Hanjue said.

Ningwan shook her head, feeling a pang of sympathy for Leng Linglong.

However, even though she thought Zhan Hanjue was being heartless, she couldn’t refute him.

He’s not a central air conditioner, spreading warmth everywhere.

Since he can’t promise her a future, it’s only natural not to give her false hope.

Unexpectedly, while they didn’t go to the hospital, the Leng Family came to them.

It wasn’t just the Leng Family, but also some of the Zhan Family’s distant relatives. They were all called by Mrs. Leng to demand justice for Leng Linglong.

When Housekeeper Wu came to report to Ningwan, she was preparing the scar-removal ointment for Leng Linglong.

Upon hearing that Lady Leng had come to hold them accountable, she was momentarily stunned, then immediately said, "Let them ask, it was your eldest young master’s fault after all. A girl’s family suffered an injustice, can’t they demand justice? This is their family matter; it’s inappropriate for an outsider like me to intervene."

Housekeeper Wu hurriedly said, "Young Madam, Mrs. Leng hasn’t set foot here in forty years, and now she comes with such momentum, bringing the relatives along, it’s too much for even Old Mrs. Zhan to handle, and the young master doesn’t dare to resist. If you don’t go, the young master and Old Mrs. Zhan will have to endure it."

Does Zhan Hanjue even have someone to fear?

Ningwan frowned, her curiosity piqued.

However, given what’s been said, she had no choice but to go and have a look.

"Fine, I’ll go have a look, but as a junior and an outsider, I doubt they’ll take me seriously."

Finishing what she was doing, Ningwan got up and followed Housekeeper Wu.

As soon as she entered, she heard Mrs. Leng scolding Old Mrs. Zhan angrily, "Look at what you’ve brought up? If our Linglong is disfigured, I won’t let it slide lightly."

Old Mrs. Zhan, usually such a formidable person, didn’t say a word under Mrs. Leng’s scolding.

Zhan Hanjue clenched his fists, wanting to retort, but was hit on the leg by Old Mrs. Zhan’s cane, told to kneel properly.

In the middle of the living room sat an old man with white hair.

The old man held a book, not sure of what content.

Zhan Hanjue knelt before the old man, looking like a pitiful bonded laborer from olden times.

Both awkward and helpless, without any way out.

"What’s going on? What happened?" Ningwan asked loudly as she entered.

"Such impudence."

Mrs. Leng scolded, "Do you even dare to question where this is? Hurry up and get out."

Mrs. Leng had such a presence, anyone else would have long been intimidated and left.

But Ningwan is someone else.

She smirked and continued to step forward, saying to Mrs. Leng, "Mrs. Leng, are you mistaken? I’m the rightful Young Madam of the Zhan Family, this is the Zhan Family, am I not supposed to ask questions? Unlike you, a daughter married off, returning to your maiden family with such pomp, is this the upbringing from the Zhan Family, or the temperament nurtured by the Leng Family?"