Chapter 130: Three Consecutive Slaps from the Zhang Feng—Let's Hit Together!

Song Huan Yan answered.

Li Peilan didn't dare to speak again, but kept holding the kitchen knife toward Song Huan Yan, still crying as if someone had wronged her.

She seemed to have forgotten how shamelessly she had tried to please Song Huan Yan before, and now brandished the knife at her, as if ready to cut Song Huan Yan.

But Song Huan Yan looked on indifferently, unmoved.

On the other end of the phone, Nan Gong Yu's voice came: "I'm almost at your company."

Song Huan Yan was startled for a moment—he left work this early today?

"I'm not at the office," Song Huan Yan hurriedly said.

"Where?"

"At my Bieshu."

"Okay. Got it," Nan Gong Yu said, "See you in a bit."

Song Huan Yan was startled again—he's coming over?

"Mm. See you later," Song Huan Yan hung up.

Li Peilan instantly grew nervous; she had heard from Qin Zi Mo that the man Song Huan Yan married was extremely formidable.

He was so powerful that a single sentence could decide life or death.

"Y-you don't think that calling a man over to back us makes us scared! In any case you can't take the house back; you're being unreasonable!" Li Peilan shouted.

"Right!" Qin Da Hai immediately interjected, "Yan Yan, after all, you have years of relationship. Qin Zi Mo even gave you all his savings! If you take the house back, where will Qin Zi Mo live? He's a great Qin Yingdi, yet he doesn't even have a Bieshu—what kind of talk is that! Aren't you supposed to promote him as an International Superstar? Then it's only natural to let him live in this house. You aren't lacking houses; they're all mansions! Why make it so extreme and cold?"

He kept speaking while tears and snot streamed, and began to cry.

Li Peilan also gripped the kitchen knife, "Exactly, a day's marriage brings a hundred days of grace! Yan Yan, don't be so ruthless! Your houses are endless; what's wrong with giving Qin Zi Mo one to live in? You should! You ought to give him one! You're his boss, so it's only natural you must provide him a mansion!"

The old couple's words shocked Sang Wan and Tang Chenge.

Tang Chenge said, "You two shameless old folks, just because Yan Yan has many houses, should she give them away for free?"

Facing the old couple's agitation, Song Huan Yan said, "I have plenty of money too; by your logic, shouldn't it be natural for you to use it?"

"I—I never said that!" Li Peilan said, "Anyway, this house isn't just yours! Talking about taking it back is nothing but a forced seizure! You city folks, the rich, are just too wicked! I will never let you get away with it, unless I die!"

Li Peilan, after speaking, pressed the kitchen knife to her own throat, wailing, "Damn it, the ex‑girlfriend is trying to force the ex‑boyfriend's whole family to death! Let me die, that would be fine; this is going to make our whole family end up on the streets. No one should be bullied like this! You, Song Huan Yan, are forcing me to die—if I die as a ghost I'll still drag you down with me. You're bullying my son like this!"

Facing her crying, fussing, and even threatening suicide, Song Huan Yan remained very calm, saying, "Hold the knife steady, aim precisely when you cut—die quickly."

【5】 Li Peilan stared wide‑eyed, almost driven mad with anger—she actually told her to die?

Li Peilan widened her eyes, almost went mad with anger; she actually, let her die?

Song Huan Yan stopped replying to her and instead looked at Qin Zi Mo, "Sit down and speak?"

Qin Zi Mo's face showed distress, "Yan Yan, my mother wants to commit suicide."

Song Huan Yan said, "Oh, then let's discuss after she finishes committing suicide?"

Qin Zi Mo: "...."

"You... how can you be so ruthless?" Qin Zi Mo couldn't help but say.

Song Huan Yan looked at him coldly, then turned her gaze to Li Peilan, "Can you die quickly? We still have serious matters to discuss."

That left Li Peilan completely at a loss.

She was stunned.

How could she possibly be willing to commit suicide?

Seeing Li Peilan remain still, Song Huan Yan stepped around her, walked toward the dining room, and tossed out, "Qin Yingdi, please hurry."

Qin Zi Mo hesitated briefly, seeing her unflinching resolve, and finally could only step forward.

Li Peilan still had the kitchen knife pressed to her throat, extremely awkward.

Song Huan Yan sat down, with several people standing beside her.

Qin Zi Mo also had to sit, "Yan Yan, this Bieshu is indeed in both our names. Your unilateral claim to take it back is illegal. Since you insist on reclaiming it, then sell the house and we split the money half‑and‑half."

Qin Zi Mo paused at that point, "The card I gave you last time had eighty‑to‑ninety million, enough to buy this Bieshu outright. Calculate the current value of this house, split it half‑and‑half, and you return to me the excess money that was on my card before."

Song Huan Yan lifted her eyebrows, "That money should be yours to give me; you earned it by leaning on me. Without me, could you earn even eight‑to‑nine hundred thousand, let alone eighty‑to‑ninety million?"

Qin Zi Mo looked at her, "Even if I earned it by relying on you, it's still my labor income. Over these years I haven't taken acting seriously, nor have I cooperated earnestly in any commercial events! How did it all become yours?"

"Originally, I gave you my sincere heart; my money, I was willing to give all, based on my love for you, wanting to reconcile and become husband and wife. Now... you've married someone else, so that money should naturally be returned to me!"

Song Huan Yan smiled, "Good at the math. Let me ask you, this Bieshu cost eighty million to buy; did you ever put in a single cent?"

Qin Zi Mo frowned, "No."

"Fine," Song Huan Yan added, "The house's decoration wasn't cheap, costing over thirty million; did you ever put in a single cent?"

Qin Zi Mo's face turned dark, "That adds up to about one hundred million; if we split it, you still owe me forty‑to‑fifty million, right?"

"You can choose not to return it. Under this arrangement, the house becomes solely mine. Since you also brought a lawyer team, just change the property certificate to my name alone."

"A house worth a hundred million, and you think eighty‑to‑ninety million is yours? Moreover, these are two separate matters; don't try to conflate them."

Song Huan Yan looked at him, "This Bieshu was originally given to both of us by Sang Wan as a gift, so even though you didn't spend a cent, it was written on the property certificate. Since it was Sang Wan's gift, she now has the right to reclaim it, to revoke the gift and directly remove you from the certificate, understand?"

Qin Zi Mo frowned, "Can a gift be revoked after it's given? Moreover, was it really Sang Wan's gift? Not something you arranged behind the scenes?"

That money indeed came from Song Huan Yan, allowing Sang Wan to present it as a gift to the two of them.

Song Huan Yan said, "You don't need to worry about who was behind it. When Sang Wan paid, she noted it was a gift, wishing us a Hundred-Year Harmony. The evidence is there. Now, you and I have long since broken up, and I've married someone else. Our romantic relationship no longer exists, so this 【Hundred-Year Harmony】 gift is void. She can now reclaim it."

After Song Huan Yan finished speaking, the Legal Department Minister produced various pieces of evidence and documents.

He then said, "Qin Yingdi, President Song's words are absolutely correct. Assistant Sang has already confirmed the reclamation; over here, just sign your name."

The Legal Department Minister pointed, then added, "Just a reminder. Assistant Sang can unilaterally confirm the reclamation; you only need to be aware of it. Whether you sign or not isn't that important. After all, you didn't spend a single cent at the time."

Qin Zi Mo's complexion turned both pale and dark.

Li Peilan almost fainted, about to rush forward and cause a scene, when two law enforcement officers grabbed her and immediately handcuffed her.

Li Peilan was terrified.

She then shouted, "What about my son's money? That's his entire savings! Song Huan Yan, you took the house, so you should return the money to my son! Eighty‑to‑ninety million—you've gone too far, I don't want to live anymore, what kind of world is this!"

"Fine," Qin Zi Mo replied immediately, "Since you say the house is to be taken back, it will be taken back, regardless of my wishes. Then return that money to me at once!"

"Return what?" a suddenly cold and stern voice rang out, cutting off the heated exchange at the dining table.

Song Huan Yan raised an eyebrow and glanced over.

As expected, Nan Gong Yu had arrived.

Whenever Nan Gong Yu shows up, it always makes a huge impression.

More than ten bodyguards followed him, along with Meng Zhangfeng.

He walked in a grand manner, and the once spacious Main Hall felt a few steps narrower because of his presence.

"Lord Nan Gong," Song Huan Yan stood up.

Qin Zi Mo's complexion grew even paler.

He... hasn't faced this man directly yet.

At a glance, this man was a ruthless character, his aura overwhelmingly oppressive.

Previously, this man had outright refused to even acknowledge him.

Nan Gong Yu stepped forward, and Meng Zhangfeng pulled out the seat beside Song Huan Yan for him.

Nan Gong Yu took Song Huan Yan's hand and said, "Madam, please sit."

The couple sat down.

Qin Zi Mo inexplicably felt extremely nervous.

Even the previously quarrelsome Li Peilan dared not utter a word now.

Nan Gong Yu looked at Qin Zi Mo and asked, "What do you want returned?"

Qin Zi Mo was stunned, feeling his Adam's apple tremble under his gaze.

He remained stunned for a while, unable to say a single word.

It was Qin Da Hai who finally spoke, passionately explaining the reason, then pointing at Song Huan Yan, "She forcibly reclaimed the house, so of course all my son's savings must be returned!"

Nan Gong Yu raised an eyebrow and looked at him, "Who are you pointing at...?"

Before Qin Da Hai could speak, Meng Zhangfeng stepped forward, raised his hand and delivered a heavy slap to his face, "My Young Madam is not someone you can point at casually! Speak properly; why are you gesturing?"

Qin Da Hai was stunned by the blow.

Li Peilan gritted her teeth, broke free from the law enforcers and rushed forward, "Why do you start hitting people as soon as you arrive? Is there any..."

Before she could finish, Meng Zhangfeng turned and slapped her, "Do you have any manners while shouting and squealing?"

Li Peilan was also stunned by the slap.

No one had ever seen such a propensity to strike at the slightest provocation.

Seeing his parents beaten, Qin Zi Mo felt a surge of anger, yet he dared not unleash it on Nan Gong Yu.

Instead, he clenched his teeth and said to Song Huan Yan, "President Song, aren't you being overly abusive..."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Meng Zhangfeng extended his hand and delivered another hard slap to Qin Zi Mo's face, "Why are you speaking to our Young Madam that way? I'm the one who hits; why are you shouting at her? Do you think that makes you powerful?"

Qin Zi Mo was also stunned by the blow, as if he were being silenced.

Song Huan Yan almost laughed.

Meng Zhangfeng's three‑strike combo is solid, add a chicken leg.

The three of them were still bewildered, and Meng Zhangfeng raised his voice, "Lord Nan Gong is here; everyone speak properly, no shouting, no pointing!"

Qin Zi Mo finally felt a wave of fear seeping out from his very bones.

He stared at the man sitting opposite him, cold and calm, not blinking a single eye, showing no... whatsoever emotion.

He was merely holding Song Huan Yan's hand tightly.

Such an absolutely dominant protective posture seemed something he had never given Song Huan Yan before.

On the contrary, all those years, the one who always stood in front was Song Huan Yan.