Chapter 318

Wen Xiangqing sat on a recliner beside the swimming pool, wrapped in a white bath towel. Drops of water kept dripping from her wet head. Her face was originally lack of blood color, but now it was pale. The skin on her face was pale to the limit, and the pale cyan blood vessels under her skin were faintly visible. Her body had been trembling slightly, and her face could not tell whether it was water or tears.

Yan Kuan had already changed into a black suit, walked to Wen Xiangqing with a brand-new women's dress in his hand, and threw it on the recliner she was sitting on.

"I bought it according to your size and put it on." Yan Kuan said faintly.

Wen Xiangqing picked up his clothes and threw them into the pool. He said angrily, "Yan Kuan, you're a fucking asshole!"

Yan Kuan raised his mouth and said with a smile, "I think this sentence is a compliment. Thank you."

Wen Xiangqing swung his palm to Yan Kuan's face.

Snap——

To Wen Xiangqing's surprise, Yan Kuan didn't dodge at all and was slapped by her.

"You -- why don't you hide?"

Yan Kuan licked the blood at the corner of his mouth, smiled and said, "your woman is so contradictory. Just now you shouted 'stop, no', you know no man will stop at that time. You want to hit me, but after that, you asked me why I didn't hide. Isn't it very interesting?"

Wen Xiangqing glared at him and turned his head to one side.

"Ah Qing, I didn't expect Shao Jun didn't touch you..."

"Shut up!" Wen Xiangqing shouted, tears streaming out again. "Do you think he is as shameless as you?"

Yan Kuan's good tempered smile came out, which was different from the cruel and inhumane look just now: "maybe you misunderstood. He didn't touch you not because of his integrity, but because he despised it. I know him. He didn't even bother to look at what he didn't like. You're really poor. You've kept your most precious things for him for so many years."

Wen Xiangqing's tears can't stop flowing. For so many years, he has always regarded himself as Shaojun's woman. All young talents who pursue her are rejected by her. She wants to leave what she thinks is the most precious to Shaojun.

Even after knowing the existence of Xu nianyi, she never gave up the idea, because she felt that this might be the only place where she was better than Xu nianyi.

But now her last pride was mercilessly shattered by Yan Kuan. From now on, Yan Kuan's brand was left on her body and became no longer complete.

"In fact, it's nothing. Shaojun is not a person with virgin complex. Isn't Xu nianyi a good example? It can be seen that Shaojun won't like you even if you are an old virgin for another 30 years."

"Aren't you afraid I'll call the police and catch you?"

Yan Kuan shrugged. "I'm not afraid at all. If you want to call the police, I can help you report now, but you know very well that this may be the only capital you ask me for help. If you lose even this, what reason do you think I have to help you?"

"What do you mean?"

"My meaning is obvious. I promise to help you deal with Shaojun and Xu nianyi and help you find your dignity."

Wen Xiangqing's face eased a little, "how do I know you're not perfunctory?"

"Is it necessary for me to perfunctory you? Even if I don't help you now, what can you do? Go and tell the police that I'm strong Jian? What do you think people will think of Miss Wen's being strong Jian, the second son of the Yan family? Do you think your eldest brother will allow you to take your family partners to court?"

Yan Kuan's series of questions completely made Wen Xiangqing speechless. She knew that Yan Kuan was right. Even if you call the police, brother will never allow you to sue Yan Kuan, because the Yan family wants to cooperate with Baoli. This may be the last way out for the Yan family.

There may be only one result of calling the police, that is, he is disgraced, but Yan Kuan is safe. This matter will at most become the talk of those famous families after dinner.

After understanding these, Wen Xiangqing is relieved. Since Shaojun can't like himself, why should he be foolish to defend himself for him? It's better to use it as a chip for trading with Yan Kuan.

"How are you going to deal with Shao Jun? I don't have much time left. I want to watch Shao Jun fall before the operation!"

"My net was laid a long time ago, and the people I want to catch have basically entered the net now. It's only a matter of time. As for the plan, you'd better not know. I'm not used to sharing my plan with others." Yan Kuan said, reaching out and touching Wen Xiangqing's delicate face.

Wen Xiangqing endured his disgust and whispered, "I still need a sum of money now. My account has been frozen by my big brother..."

Yan Kuan smiled, reached out and took out a black credit card from his suit pocket. "This is my card. You can use it to buy a plane."

Wen Xiangqing took Yan Kuan's card and began to despise herself. The dignified Miss Wen family needs to sell her body to get help. What's the difference between this and a prostitute (river crab) woman?

"There is no need to have psychological pressure. Everyone is an adult. It's just a film. It doesn't represent anything."

Wen Xiangqing glared at Yan Kuan, plopped into the pool, grabbed the wet clothes and put them on in the water.

Yan Kuan stood on the bank and looked at Wen Xiangqing in the swimming pool, with a playful smile on his face. Wen Xiangqing put on his clothes and went ashore, then turned and left.

"You can come to me anytime. I have 24 hours for you."

Wen Xiangqing didn't look back and left Baoli group in wet clothes.

Along the way, Wen Xiangqing attracted too many people's eyes, wet clothes, wet hair, and even she didn't stop to pick her up when she took a taxi on the roadside. So she walked for two hours before she returned to her house.

When I saw Wen Xiangqing, who was pale and in a trance, I was surprised, especially when I saw her wet clothes.

But no matter what he asked, Wen Xiangqing never said a word. After returning to the room, he lay down on the bed and covered himself with a quilt.

Think about it to the north. I don't understand what happened to Wen Xiangqing, so I have to watch her quietly by her bed.

In the evening, Wen Xiangqing began to have a fever and hurried north to take her to the hospital. In Wen Xiangqing's balderdash, he repeatedly heard the words "Yan Kuan, asshole" in the north.

"Yan Kuan! What did you do to ah Qing?" he sank like water to the north, his eyes flashing.

*

In the senior cadre ward of the hospital of military region C, Shao Jun and Xu nianyi met Yan Qingshan.

After coming to the hospital, Shaojun found the president and attending physician at the first time. The doctor told Shao Jun that the old man's body had run out of oil and light. The perennial war in his youth left many hidden diseases in his body. It was not easy to live to this age.

Shao Jun was worried as soon as he heard it. "Then there's no other way? Even let him live another year!"

The doctor looked puzzled and said, "the old man is a hero of the country. We can't wait for his parents to live a hundred years, but we are human after all. No one can escape birth, old age, illness and death."

"How much time does he have now?"

"Theoretically, he has run out of time, but I think he seems to be waiting for someone and has any wish yet..."

Before the doctor finished, Shaojun rushed out of the office and took Xu nianyi directly to Yan Qingshan's senior cadre ward.

Yan Qingshan was wearing an oxygen mask. His face was a little gray and he was sleeping.

Seeing Shao Jun coming to the ward, Ji Zhen said sadly, "we Yan family don't know what's wrong. Your father is still lying in bed, and now your grandfather..."

"Grandpa is fine. He broke through the hail of bullets in those years. This minor illness can't take him away."

Ji Zhen glanced at Shaojun, and her eyes fell on Xu Nian behind Shaojun. She politely said, "Miss Xu, please bother."

"Aunt, you are serious. This is what I should do as a younger generation."

"Mommy, what's the matter with Grandpa? Is he sleeping? It's dawn now, Grandpa should get up..." Xu nianyi's little Yifeng murmured.

Yan Qingshan opened his eyes the moment he heard Xiao Yifeng speak. His eyes fell on Xu nianyi's face, laboriously squeezed out a smile, stretched out a trembling hand and took off his oxygen mask.

"Dad, you'd better put it on, the doctor said --"

"My body has the final say," Yan Qingshan said, though his voice was not loud, but the Majesty in the words was still there. Ji Zhen had to go back to the side with a strong face.

"Nian Yi, are you back?" Xu Nian handed his son in his arms to Shaojun, went to the old man's bed and squatted down, "Grandpa, I'm back."

"Just come back, just come back..." Yan Qingshan coughed a few times. Xu Nian quickly helped him sit up and gently patted him on the back.

Yan Qingshan pointed to Xiao Yifeng in Shaojun's arms and asked, "is this your child and a Jun's child?"

"Yes, Grandpa, this is my son and ah Jun."

"What's his name?"

"Yifeng, his name is Yan Yifeng." Shaojun said aside.

Xu nianyi was stunned, but then he understood Shaojun's intention and echoed, "yes, his name is Yan Yifeng."

Yan Qingshan was comforted and his face was ruddy.

"My Yan family has a future. Now I'll close my eyes even if I die."

Shaojun was surprised and knew that the old man might start to shine back.

Yan Qingshan grabbed Xu nianyi's hand and said with apology, "nianyi, although I don't know what you've experienced over the past year, I know you must have suffered a lot. A Jun is sorry for you, and my Yan family is sorry for you."

"Grandpa, I've had a good year and haven't suffered."

Yan Qingshan sighed, took out a small box from under the pillow and handed it to Xu nianyi. "This is a little gift for Yifeng. Keep it for him and give it to him when he grows up."

Xu nianyi quickly picked up Xiao Yifeng and put him on Yan Qingshan's bed. "Yifeng, this is Grandpa Tai and Mommy's grandpa."

"Hello, Grandpa -"

"Hey, good..." Yan Qingshan smiled and wept, gently holding xiaoyifeng in his arms.

"Yifeng, can you recite poetry?"

"Well, Yifeng will recite it, and I will recite it to my grandfather. The rigid lying lonely village does not mourn for itself. Shang Si is the national garrison of Luntai. He lies at night listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier dreams..."

"Lie down at night and listen to the wind and rain. Iron horse glacier dreams..."

In Shao Yifeng's childish recitation, Yan Qingshan smiled, peacefully closed his eyes and died