Chapter 290: Returning

Cai Genhua delivered the water, slammed the door heavily, and went back to the guest room to lie down.

Although she was very sleepy, she couldn't help but think about whether she should bow her head and admit her mistake to that old thing tomorrow. After all, no matter what, she was the passive party. To enjoy happiness in the future, suffering a little now was nothing; she could endure it, and it wasn't easy to turn back now.

She sighed silently, lamenting her bad luck. Cai Genhua greeted Su Daqiang's ancestors of the eighteenth generation as usual, and then, with beautiful fantasies about the future, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

She didn't know how long she had slept when a "crack" sound suddenly rang out in the quiet room. Cai Genhua, who was in a deep sleep, opened her eyes, didn't get up, but looked at the ceiling, recalling the movement just now.

The location was undoubtedly from that old bastard's room. If she hadn't heard wrong, it should have been the sound of glass shattering. Thinking of the water cup she had placed on his bedside table before sleeping, it was probably accidentally knocked over.

She sat up, wanting to go out and take a look. But when she sat on the edge of the bed to put on her slippers, she realized something was wrong. Having slept together for half a year, she knew Su Daqiang wasn't a deep sleeper and often had the habit of getting up at night. And based on her understanding of Su Daqiang, if it had been knocked over accidentally, this old thing would definitely have made a scene and wouldn't have cared about her. Not to mention that they had quarreled today; he would definitely have woken her up to lecture her before stopping.

Then, why didn't this old bastard make a scene...

Thinking of this, Cai Genhua lay back on the bed, picked up the phone on the bedside table and glanced at it—3:30 AM, the time of deep sleep. Since she couldn't sleep anyway, she leaned against the headboard and flipped through her phone. She opened WeChat, found the contact person she didn't dare to disturb on normal days, and whose chat history only consisted of transfer records, clicked on his Moments, and started looking.

He had a girlfriend, and the girl looked really pretty—they were a match. She couldn't help but think of him getting married and having children in the future, thought of her taking care of the children, and the whole family living in harmony. But she didn't think for long before she thought of his attitude toward her, and she couldn't help but shake her head with a bitter smile, put the phone aside, and just leaned against the headboard, looking at the wall opposite, recalling the past.

She was an ordinary rural woman. When she was seventeen, she was introduced to marry an honest and simple man from another part of Jiangxi Province. His family was very poor, and naturally, her family was even poorer. After marriage, she soon gave birth to a child, a boy. She spent five years in that family, and there was no hope for the days; it was all because of poverty.

That year, she met a man three years older than her who came to collect things there. She had never traveled far before and hadn't seen much of the world; she thought that man was not bad, much better than the honest and simple man in her family who couldn't even let out a fart after three sticks. It was shameful to say, but she was also a famous beauty when she was young, and who knew how many people were thinking of her? It was just her bad luck that she wasn't born into a good family and married such a useless person.

It just so happened that the man who came to the village to collect things had thick eyebrows and big eyes, a majestic appearance, knew a lot, and spoke well. She liked talking to that man, and after coming and going, they got familiar, and then it was only natural. Yes, she left with that man who looked good, spoke well, and was knowledgeable.

That was around the 1990s, catching up with the spring breeze blowing all over the land, catching up with people in the village talking about who had made a big fortune, and she also wanted to make money; she didn't want to suffer poverty there. As for her husband, didn't she give birth to a son for him? She had done him justice. Besides, there was no such thing as a marriage certificate when they got married; later, when people from the town came to let them register, they didn't go, which actually made it convenient for her.

She wasn't satisfied with being a village woman; she followed the man she admired and went to see a broader world.

What followed was even more natural. That man was a rotten person who drank, gambled, and beat women. She naturally couldn't stand it, but she couldn't run away either; the man watched her very closely. Later, the man lost big, and he sent her further south... anyway, it was a series of setbacks, a series of experiences, and in the end, she didn't get anything and just became a nanny serving others.

At this age, she also regretted it and finally remembered she had a son. Three years ago, she contacted the useless man she once looked down upon. When they met again, she couldn't help but feel lucky because that useless man was the same age as her and already looked like he was dying, like an old man of seventy or eighty. In the end, she got her son's contact information, but unfortunately, he refused to see her and refused to talk to her. Finally, she begged bitterly, and only then did she add his contact information. On normal days, there wasn't a single word; she gave money, and he took it; if she didn't give it, he didn't want it. Even so, she was content and didn't ask for too much.

Her son was almost thirty now, struggling alone in such a big city like the capital, and he was still a bachelor without getting married; she was worried to death. She wanted to fulfill her responsibility as a mother and contribute some effort.

She had already thought it through: after Su Daqiang died and the house was dealt with, after getting back half of the money, she would spend forty thousand herself, and give the rest to her son to help him buy a house in the capital. If Su Daqiang died late, he could also give money to his grandchildren.

After recalling the past again, she came back to her senses and picked up her phone to look at it again—4:00 AM. It was strange; did this old thing sleep so soundly today?

She couldn't control the thoughts in her heart, so she sat on the edge of the bed to put on her slippers, gently, gently opened her room door, and then gently, gently, suppressing her breathing, walked to the door of the master bedroom.

She pressed her ear against the door, holding her breath, listening quietly to the movement inside. After a long while, she let out a long breath, took a few more deep breaths, reached out to grasp the doorknob, gently, as quietly as possible, turned it, and then slowly pushed it open, stopping only when it was half-open enough to see the bedside.

She looked inside, and by that faint light, she saw a pair of frighteningly bright eyes inside—those eyes were wide open, staring, and those eyes seemed to want to devour people. She was instantly terrified, her scalp tingling, and she couldn't help but retreat several steps, simultaneously trembling and covering her mouth to keep herself from screaming.

She watched for a while, trembling with her mouth covered, and seeing no movement inside, she suppressed the fear and excitement in her heart, slowly paced, and pushed the door open and walked in, pausing for a few breaths with every step.

As she went in, she found Su Daqiang's eyes opening wider and wider, wider and wider. Just like that, she approached Su Daqiang step by step, trembling and gently reaching out to his nose to feel if he was alive. He wasn't dead; he was still alive, although his breathing was very weak, but it was there.

Looking closely at those bloodshot eyes that were wide open but lifeless, she tentatively reached out her hand, learning from what she saw on TV, wanting to brush Su Daqiang's eyes shut. But after her hand brushed over, it had no effect, and it actually gave her a fright; those eyes were truly terrifying.

Cai Genhua endured the fear, forced herself to calm down, and after some thinking and confirming Su Daqiang's situation, she gently turned around, gently closed the bedroom door, returned to her room, and just sat there, not knowing what she was thinking.

Until 6:00 AM, the sky was already bright, and at this time on normal days, she should have gotten up to go buy groceries and cook. With anxiety in her heart, she used trembling hands to open the master bedroom door.

Su Daqiang's eyes had closed at some point, and he was lying there in a struggling and pleading posture, his head facing the door, looking still quite terrifying.

She trembled as she went forward to check his breathing again—why hadn't he stopped breathing yet? She gently patted Su Daqiang: "Old Su? Old Su? Teacher Su?"

There was no response. She returned to her room, picked up her phone to dial 120, and then considerately cleaned up the broken glass shards under Su Daqiang's bed, brewing a feeling of anxiety while waiting for the ambulance to arrive, waiting for the medical staff to come to the door...

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Hearing Su Mingyu say this, Wang Yan was slightly surprised and said: "Su Mingzhe is abroad, Su Mingcheng is in jail, so it has to be you, the third child. Get up and tidy up; we'll go over in a while." After saying this, he turned to wash up.

He didn't try to persuade her anymore; this wasn't something that could be persuaded, she had to think it through herself. Still the same saying, although they hadn't been in contact for many years and living was no different from being dead, now that he was really dead, the feeling was definitely different.

Su Mingyu sat there blankly for a while longer, then wiped away her tears, got up, and tidied up.

Wang Yan washed up very quickly, and after he was done, he still had time to eat breakfast. Su Mingyu didn't fuss much either; her own father was dead, so how could she have the heart for that?

Seeing Su Mingyu come down, Wang Yan finished his hot white porridge in one gulp: "Aunt Zhao, when Linlin wakes up later, you take her to play, and if she makes a fuss, call me."

Su Mingyu clearly had no appetite for breakfast. Wang Yan followed her to the garage downstairs and consciously got into the driver's seat of Su Mingyu's G-Wagon. After Su Mingyu got in and closed the door, he stepped on the gas, drove out of the garage, and headed straight for the hospital.

Su Daqiang's body had already been sent to the hospital morgue after the examination, and Cai Genhua was there grieving, while a doctor in a white coat was looking at his phone not far away. He had already called before coming, to save the trouble of finding a doctor later.

Su Mingyu went straight to the doctor: "How did my dad die?"

The doctor nodded politely, pushed up his glasses, and said: "It was a sudden cerebral hemorrhage and a heart attack. Because it was at night, it wasn't discovered in time. When we arrived, he only had one breath left, and he lost his vital signs halfway to the hospital. Please accept my condolences."

Su Mingyu nodded, turned, and entered the morgue to see the body.

Wang Yan patted the doctor, thanked him, and let him leave, then followed into the morgue. As for Cai Genhua, who had stood up and was acting overly sorrowful when she saw them coming, no one paid her any attention.

In the morgue, looking at Su Daqiang's body, Su Mingyu, the biological daughter, cried again. Unlike Zhao Meilan, her feelings for Su Daqiang were quite complex.

On one hand, as a man, Su Daqiang didn't care about anything at home and couldn't say a word, truly a useless person. On the other hand, in the Old Su family, it was indeed this biological father who occasionally gave her some small care. Although no matter what, she couldn't forgive her biological mother for not saying a word when she was counting money—in Wang Yan's words, it was "checking with her eyes"—she couldn't get past that.

Wang Yan didn't say a word, just held Su Mingyu, comforting her silently.

After a long while, Su Mingyu took out a tissue from her bag, wiped her tears, and blew her nose: "Let's send my dad to the funeral home first, and then choose a cemetery."

"You don't need to worry, I know."

With a "Hmm," Su Mingyu turned and walked out; seeing was enough, staying here was uncomfortable.

Seeing Su Mingyu and Wang Yan walk out, Cai Genhua, who had been sitting for a while, hurriedly stood up, her eyes blurry with tears: "Mingyu, it's my fault for not taking good care of Old Su, I'm sorry."

Not dwelling on the address "Old Su," Su Mingyu waved her hand: "Did you call my eldest brother?"

Cai Genhua wiped a tear: "Not yet. After all, he's in America and can't make it in time, so I just called you; I didn't notify anyone else."

"Alright, sorry to trouble you. In a while, you go back, pack your things, and leave. It's the middle of the month now, so I'll count it as a full month for you, plus two months' salary."

"How can I leave? Old Su is gone; as his wife, I must send him on his final journey. Oh, right, you don't know yet." Cai Genhua paused just right: "I married Old Su; it was at the beginning of this year."

"What? You got married?" Su Mingyu turned her head and exchanged a look with the innocent Wang Mou, asking: "Why didn't I know?"

"Old Su said... said you didn't support him, and also said... said you were a... were an ungrateful wolf, and he didn't want to tell you." Seeing Su Mingyu frowning and looking coldly, Cai Genhua hurriedly said: "Not only did he not tell you, he didn't tell Mingzhe or Mingcheng in jail, and he didn't tell those relatives either. He just treated Old Su's colleagues and friends to a meal... If you don't believe me, the marriage certificate is at home, and I can show it to you..."

She knew Su Mingyu was the most powerful person in the Old Su family; she didn't know exactly how powerful, but she was always stronger than her, a commoner. If she ruined the big event because of her, it wouldn't be good.

Su Mingyu frowned: "Since you married my dad, what's going on now?"

"We quarreled yesterday. He wouldn't let me sleep with him and sent me to the guest room. Who could have thought that when I woke up, he was gone..." Cai Genhua cried out.

"Is the house in your name?"

"No." Cai Genhua wiped her tears and said chokingly: "The house is in Mingcheng's name, notarized to Old Su. At first, I said I didn't want the house, but he insisted on giving me some security, so he notarized a will, giving me half of the house and leaving the other half to Mingcheng."

Su Mingyu looked at the little nanny in front of her suspiciously, then turned to look at Wang Yan on the side.

Wang Yan naturally understood what she meant; she suspected that Cai Genhua had killed her biological father because of the house. Without a word, he took out his phone and made a call in front of Cai Genhua: "Hey? Contact the criminal investigation police and the forensic doctor to... check it out." After reporting the address of Su Daqiang's new house and receiving an affirmative answer, he hung up the phone and looked at Cai Genhua in front of him: "May I ask what you are called? What was your previous housekeeping company called?"

"What do you mean? Are you suspecting that Old Su's death has something to do with me? Huh?" Cai Genhua suddenly started shouting: "I admired Old Su, so I married him. I was thinking of living a stable life with him. Now that Old Su's body is still warm, what kind of logic is it for you children to suspect me? This is a society ruled by law; so what if you have money? If you have the ability, have someone arrest me now, come on."

"You don't need to be nervous; we haven't met you before and don't have trust, so checking it out is good for both of us." Wang Yan waved his hand and looked at Cai Genhua patiently: "Now I'm just asking for your name, including what your previous housekeeping company was called. If you don't say it, I'll know it anyway, right? An upright person doesn't fear a crooked shadow; your reaction is a bit over the top."

"I didn't do it, so I didn't do it. You are unreasonable, you are bullying people with your power. I am the one who most wants Old Su to live, unlike you unfilial children." Cai Genhua continued to act shamelessly, regardless of anything.

Wang Yan naturally understood. People who hadn't seen power didn't fear it. He waved his hand, too lazy to talk nonsense with her, picked up his phone, and made another call: "Hey? It's me, check how it is that a registered wife of someone named Su Daqiang exists. Yes, the original home was in the old city, now... Good, as soon as possible."

He was naturally faking the call, doing it for Su Mingyu to see. He had already checked Cai Genhua's information clearly; it was in the Long Teng headquarters, in his office.

"Arrest me, arrest me. Are you worthy of Old Su lying inside like this? Huh? I served him as a free nanny with all my heart and soul, and this is what I get in return? Huh? Don't go, don't go, let everyone see today, let everyone see you unfilial children."

Wang Yan's status was there, and Su Mingyu wasn't someone who liked to quarrel for no reason. Neither of them paid her any attention and turned to leave. But Cai Genhua's shouting and screaming had already attracted a few people. Although this was underground, there were always doctors and family members, and they were all watching the fun. This situation was naturally favorable for someone like Cai Genhua, so she immediately stepped forward and grabbed Su Mingyu's arm to keep her from leaving.

"I'll say it once." Wang Yan looked at Cai Genhua indifferently: "This is a normal suspicion. We have only met once before and don't have a foundation of trust. After everything is checked out, we will naturally give you an explanation. Now, let go and go back to the house to wait peacefully. Wait until the old man's funeral is over, understand?"

Cai Genhua couldn't read the situation; she was also blinded by greed. Hearing about police and forensic doctors, she was a bit anxious. After all, she was just an ordinary woman, and in her guilty conscience, she naturally tried to cover up and escape.

She immediately grabbed Su Mingyu's hand even tighter: "No, let's make it clear now. You can call them over with a phone call; who knows if what they say is true or false. Let's stay here, let these people, let Old Su, take a good look..."

Su Mingyu's hand was grabbed until it hurt, and she struggled hard: "Let go of me!"

But Cai Genhua wouldn't listen at all, acting shamelessly with great joy.

Wang Yan shook his head, reached out, pinched her shoulder, and exerted force bit by bit: "Didn't you hear what I said? Hmm?"

Feeling the pain, Cai Genhua screamed and let go of Su Mingyu, turning her head and wanting to shout because of the pain. Wang Yan used even more force, making her swallow the words that reached her mouth, leaving only a desperate shout, and then he used a clever force to push her back several steps, finally causing her to sit down on a chair with a thud.

Regardless of how she was, Wang Yan put his arm around Su Mingyu and left. In fact, if it weren't for the people watching the fun, he would have slapped Cai Genhua aside long ago. There was no reasoning with such people; his patience to say two sentences was already quite good.

It was highly likely that nothing could be found at Su Daqiang's new house, and Su Daqiang not only made a will but also notarized it, so there was no dispute about Cai Genhua taking half of the house. So, at this moment, he was even thinking about whether he should let Cai Genhua have the life to take it but not the life to spend it, and let her go down to play in the Shura field with Su Daqiang and Zhao Meilan. Of course, it was just a bored thought; his murderous nature wasn't that strong yet. And these things shouldn't have been his concern; he was just disgusted by Cai Genhua.

And if that money wasn't taken by Cai Genhua, it would be taken by Su Mingzhe or Su Mingcheng, which had absolutely nothing to do with Su Mingyu. By comparison, it was better to let Cai Genhua, this thing, take it.

After going out, Su Mingyu made a call to Su Mingzhe on the other side of the ocean, and then, not at ease, waited for the funeral home people to come and went there together. The one Wang Yan contacted was the one Zhao Meilan used, so it was just right to buy a cemetery for Su Daqiang next to Zhao Meilan.

And on the way to the funeral home, Su Mingyu received a call from Wu Fei, saying that Su Mingzhe had notified her. Mimi also had the surname Su, so in terms of reason and emotion, she had to bring the child over. At this, Su Mingyu remembered Zhu Li and notified her as well; they were all former Su family members, and they had all called him Dad. Later, she wanted to notify some relatives and friends, but she forgot to ask for Su Daqiang's phone, so she let it be and waited for Su Mingzhe to come back and let him, the eldest son, worry about it.

At noon that day, Wu Fei arrived with Mimi. In the evening, Wang Yan, Su Mingyu, and Wu Fei sat in the living room, while upstairs, Wang Lin and Mimi, these two heartless ones, were playing noisily.

Hanging up the phone in his hand, facing the four eyes looking for answers, Wang Yan said: "The police have checked everything. There were no problems with food or medicine, but broken glass shards that weren't cleaned up were found under the old man's bed. And after taking evidence from the downstairs residents, it was confirmed that they did hear movement upstairs last night, while Cai Genhua claimed she didn't hear anything. As for why she cleaned up the shards, she said she was afraid it would hinder the rescue when the doctor came, which is plausible. And the neighbor next door said they heard quarreling at night, and Cai Genhua explained it was because the old man disliked the food she cooked..."

"She did it on purpose." After hearing the whole story, Su Mingyu said with certainty.

Wu Fei echoed on the side: "I feel the same."

"It's useless." Wang Yan shook his head: "Reasonable suspicion is fine, and investigation is fine, but as long as she insists she didn't hear anything, there's no problem."

Actually, after hearing it, he was also very certain that it was Cai Genhua who deliberately delayed, deliberately not calling 120 for emergency rescue in time. If one really talked about it, although Su Daqiang was already dead, everything was malicious speculation. But this way of dying could be considered an eye for an eye. Su Daqiang delayed Zhao Meilan's treatment, and Cai Genhua delayed Su Daqiang's treatment—perfect.

"Oh my, think of a way, she can't be allowed to take away the money." Su Mingyu complained. She had adapted very well; although there was still some sadness in her heart, she had never had any expectations, so the sadness and disappointment were much smaller.

Wang Yan shook his head: "It's not that she takes it away, it's that you can't get it either; why bother with that effort?"

"But she can't be allowed to take it away, absolutely can't let her take advantage."

This depended on the angle. For Wang Yan, it didn't matter, but for Su Mingyu, rotting in the pot and giving it to the two biological brothers who annoyed her was better than benefiting an outsider.

"Then I'll study it." He considered it a promise. Although he didn't care at all, his woman brought it up, and it wasn't that he didn't have the ability, so he would solve it if he could.

The next day, at noon, Su Mingzhe, who didn't want to return to the country, still returned. As a filial son, he, the eldest son of the Su family, couldn't not return.

It was still Wang Yan who arranged for someone to pick him up, first sending him to the funeral home to see his biological father's body, and then driving him straight to the prison where Su Mingcheng was, where Wang Yan and Su Mingyu were already waiting.

"Where is Wu Fei?"

This was the first question Su Mingzhe asked after getting out of the car with red eyes.

"She's watching the child at my place. Let's go, Big Brother, let's go in." Su Mingyu said casually; in reality, Wu Fei didn't want to see him.

Su Mingzhe was somewhat disappointed but didn't say anything else: "What happened to Dad? His health was good before; how did he go so suddenly?" After experiencing so much, he had improved; at least he didn't say "I'm so disappointed in you"...

"Wait until we go in and see Su Mingcheng to talk about it together, let's go."

Wang Yan found it easy to arrange a visit. Su Mingcheng was already waiting in a room. Seeing the three of them enter, he didn't show any excitement, just asked flatly: "What happened? Big Brother even flew back from abroad?"

Having not seen him for a long time, Su Mingcheng had lost a lot of weight, and he didn't have his original spirit. This wasn't because prison reform had wasted him; he had wasted himself—he couldn't see hope.

"Mingcheng, Dad is dead." Saying this, Su Mingzhe's eyes turned red again.

Su Mingcheng was stunned for a moment, looked at Su Mingyu and Wang Yan who were silent on the side, and smiled: "Impossible, I talked to him on the phone a few days ago, his voice was very strong, how could he be gone?" He said this, but his eyes were indeed glistening. He knew that if it weren't for such a big matter, Su Mingzhe wouldn't have come back.

Seeing him like that, Su Mingyu, who was originally going to say something, couldn't speak, and her mood wasn't very high. She was very emotional, and the two biological brothers were red-eyed there. Although she asked herself that she wasn't a Su family member, there was still a relationship.

Wang Yan cleared his throat: "It's like this, yesterday morning we received a call from the old man's previous nanny..." Following that, Wang Yan told the whole story from beginning to end, including the fact that he had found the police to investigate the scene, etc., and said: "That's how it is. Yesterday we already sent the old man to the funeral home and bought a cemetery, right next to the old lady."

After hearing this, both brothers were stunned. At the beginning of the year, it hadn't even been half a year since their biological mother passed away, and their biological father had married a little nanny? Not only did he marry, but he didn't tell any of these children? Was this what one called a biological father?

Su Mingzhe's habit of dawdling flared up: "This Dad is also... how could he not tell us about such a big matter? He got the certificate and married without a sound? And notarized a will to give half the house to someone else? And that nanny, listening to what you said, it seems like she deliberately didn't save him..."

Before he could continue, only a "bang" sound was heard as Su Mingcheng smashed the wooden table with his fist: "How dare he do this? How dare he?" If one talked about deep feelings for Zhao Meilan, it had to be him. In the original story, when he heard Su Daqiang was going to marry the little nanny, Su Mingcheng rushed to the door of his biological father's new house. If it weren't for Su Mingyu arriving in time, even if he didn't kill his biological father, he would have given him a good beating.

And the most crucial point was that he clearly remembered giving his biological father nearly two hundred thousand when he came to visit before the New Year. This wasn't him paying to raise this pair of dogs, was it? How could he endure this?

Hearing the movement inside, the two prison guards guarding outside hurriedly opened the door and entered: "Mr. Wang, are you alright?" After saying this, they turned to look at Su Mingcheng, whose right fist was bloody, and opened their mouths to warn him.

Wang Yan spoke in time: "It's alright, he was just a bit emotionally agitated. You can rest assured."

The two prison guards nodded, said some polite words, and retreated politely, even considerately closing the door.

"Alright, you know how things are now. If there's nothing else, we're leaving." Su Mingyu turned her head: "Oh, Big Brother, you can talk to him more; the car outside will wait for you, and it will take you to the hotel later. Also, we didn't notify relatives and friends. If you want to, notify them; if you don't want to, forget it."

"Wait!" Su Mingcheng looked at Su Mingyu: "I'm begging you, you can't let that bitch take away the house money. Also, Dad's funeral is on me; I hope you can get all that money back. Don't worry, I don't want that money, it's all yours; it's enough to cover the fifty thousand from before..."

"Just squat well." Su Mingyu raised the corner of her mouth in a smile, pulled Wang Yan, and turned to leave.

"Su Mingyu! Su Mingyu, I beg you, you can't let her take the money!"

Behind him came Su Mingcheng's shout. Su Mingyu's steps were very light. Wang Yan, who was walking beside her, asked: "Why so happy?"

"It's finally the day he begs me."

Wang Yan smiled, not saying a word; it was just that he had been bullied too much when he was young...

Next, Su Mingzhe notified relatives and friends. Although his affairs had already spread, his face didn't matter that much at this time; it was his biological father's funeral, so those who should be notified must be notified. It wasn't for the gift money, but to let his biological father go in peace, and to let some relatives and friends who hadn't been in contact for eight lifetimes know that someone had been here and now he was gone.

The farewell ceremony, cremation, burial—he was buried next to Zhao Meilan, who had bullied him his whole life. As for Wu Fei, Su Mingzhe wanted to talk to her and beg for forgiveness, but Wu Fei didn't pay him any attention at all. And the longing he imagined Mimi had for him wasn't that intense either.

Wang Yan swore that he hadn't acted as a father to Mimi, and the child had never known the relationship between him and Wu Fei. It was just that she was young; she used to want a biological father, but after a long time, she just played heartlessly all day, and that was that. It was only when children were comparing fathers that she would go home and cry, but Wu Fei would coax her, and it would pass. It was Wang Yan, the uncle-in-law, who coaxed her...

After Su Daqiang's funeral was handled, it was three days later.

This day, in Su Daqiang's new house, Cai Genhua sat on the sofa with her arms crossed and a drooping face, while Wang Yan, Su Mingyu, and Su Mingzhe each found a place to sit. There were also a few police officers, notary office staff, and lawyers—they were all brought by Cai Genhua...

"Everyone, Ms. Cai Genhua has the legal right to inherit, and before..."

Wang Yan waved his hand, interrupting the middle-aged lawyer's dutiful speech, and turned to look at Cai Genhua: "Are you still refusing to give up the inheritance?" He had asked his subordinates to talk to Cai Genhua before, nothing more than explaining things clearly, threatening and intimidating her—this was the normal standard process, giving people a chance. At the same time, this was also because there was no other way; regular means were useless because Cai Genhua's right to inherit was completely reasonable and legal.

Cai Genhua smiled disdainfully and provoked: "Why should I give it up? It was Su Daqiang who took the initiative to give me security, not me asking for it. The will was made by him himself, and I didn't force him. Aren't you powerful? Didn't you call the police with one phone call? Didn't you want to investigate me? Aren't you bullying the few with the many? Come on."

Killing her was naturally impossible. In a harmonious society, Wang Yan was the most law-abiding, although this little nanny was quite disgusting, Wang Yan actually didn't care much, because this was no different from an elephant looking at an ant.

Wang Yan shook his head and smiled, took out a folder from the briefcase he brought, took out several identical documents from it, and distributed them to everyone present, including Cai Genhua: "These were all synthesized through human investigation; there isn't a single point of non-compliant operation. Take a good look."

Everyone in the room looked at the information above, which detailed Cai Genhua's experiences over the years, naturally including the period further south. Although there was the pain of opening old wounds, things had reached this point, so Cai Genhua just had an ugly face but didn't become hysterical: "So what if you found these? Does it have anything to do with today's matter?"

Naturally, it wasn't just these things, but this was all that could be taken out. For example, a simple bank statement—although major banks and such could be checked, it was impossible for outsiders to check. He naturally knew that Cai Genhua sent money to her son every month; it was the kind where she earned five thousand and sent three thousand five.

So, naturally, Wang Yan opened his mouth and said: "If I'm not mistaken, a large part of this money is still sent to your son working in the capital, right?"

"That's my business."

"Then think about it, is there such a possibility that your son suddenly loses his job? Is it possible he won't be able to find a job for the rest of his life? Even laying bricks or picking up trash won't work. He's a man in his thirties; what will he use to buy a house, what will he use to marry a wife? He can only live a lonely life, and maybe one day he'll starve to death or freeze to death. Think about it, what a miserable picture that is."

"Comrade Police, and Lawyer Liu, did you hear that? He's threatening me, he's intimidating me?"

The lawyer on the side explained: "Ms. Cai, Mr. Wang was just speaking casually; it's just a hypothesis and shouldn't be taken seriously." He naturally knew that what Wang Yan said was the truth. Although he didn't know who Wang Yan was, looking at his confident appearance, it was clear he had strength. Even if he couldn't do what he said so ruthlessly, tossing her around was easy. The key was that what he said was "possible," which was a hypothesis and couldn't be taken as a hard collision with coincidence.

Wang Yan was a law-abiding person, so in the end, he could only hit the snake at its seven inches and use her son to talk about things. No matter what the process was, the result was that Cai Genhua was in the right, and he, Wang Mou, was the big villain who took things by force. He couldn't tie Cai Genhua up and torture her, could he? By comparison, that would be even more lacking in status.

However, such shameless things should have been done by his subordinates; they shouldn't have reached him, the big boss. It was because he wanted to make his woman happy and make her thoughts clear that he personally became shameless. Otherwise, when his subordinates warned her before, this matter would have been handled. It was mainly that the surprise of the post-facto decryption was different from the shamelessness on the spot, although they were already an old married couple, this was still worth a big performance.

He, Wang Mou, had started to become shameless, so it was only natural that after Cai Genhua received a phone call from her son scolding her, she cried and signed the agreement to voluntarily give up the inheritance.

Cai Genhua couldn't be considered to have been played for free by Su Daqiang; on one hand, she sent Su Daqiang away, and on the other hand, there was still quite a bit left of the one hundred thousand Su Daqiang gave her before.

After the matter was finished, Su Mingzhe returned to America, and he probably wouldn't come back again in this lifetime. Unless Su Mingyu died, or Su Mingcheng died, but clearly that day would never come.

The house that Su Daqiang bought at the cost of his life was finally sold. Because of taxes and furniture, the overall price was a bit lower, even though he had already paid the mortgage for several months. Su Mingyu naturally didn't want the remaining money; half was returned to Su Mingcheng, and the rest of the money was used to pay for Su Daqiang's funeral expenses, and the remainder was given to Su Mingzhe as repayment for those mortgage payments.

Time accelerated. Wang Yan continued to memorize materials everywhere, went home to accompany his wife and children on weekends, and occasionally went to Shanghai to warm up Wu Fei in between, very busy.

At the end of 2018, Su Mingcheng, who had no hope, tried to commit suicide once, but naturally, it didn't succeed. That was the courage he had finally gathered; this failure meant he didn't dare to have a next time. He wasn't a strong person by nature, and from then on, he was just a walking corpse.

At the end of 2019, the new epidemic arrived as scheduled. Wang Yan had been prepared for a long time and sent out massive amounts of supplies at the first opportunity. Compared to the real world, this greatly alleviated the initial shortage of supplies, naturally greatly controlling the spread of the virus, and he gained another batch of merit. Of course, even the new epidemic couldn't hinder Wang Yan's footsteps; he still went everywhere to study and memorize materials.

At the beginning of 2020, the new epidemic spread. Su Mingcheng, far away in America, saw the situation in the country and naturally did what the country did. But at first, he didn't stop work in time, and naturally, he was infected. However, fortunately, he was considered a high-income earner, and although he was scared to death, he managed to save his life with the help of money. But unfortunately, his life was saved, but he lost his job. Because the business of the company he was in declined, layoffs naturally started with people like him who had higher salaries than the average person and were also foreigners...

Naturally, those had nothing to do with Wang Yan. He was still working hard to memorize everywhere. After memorizing the general outline of aerospace, he turned back to memorize the "Chaos"-related materials that had been iterated several times, as well as other artificial intelligence-related materials.

By the end of the year, he had finally finished memorizing so many things. Of course, even if his spirit was that high, he couldn't guarantee he wouldn't forget or memorize wrong, but the general direction was correct, and there were no major problems with individual details.

And by this time, he had no more time.

He didn't do anything else with the remaining time, just stayed at home accompanying Su Mingyu and Wang Lin, who had become an elementary school student and had lost a lot of weight, his heart without joy or sorrow...

As for property and such, in so many worlds, Wang Yan had left them behind, so there was naturally no need to mention them. After all, he never knew how the world would be after he left, so the necessary security had to be in place.

On New Year's Eve, after Su Mingyu and Wang Lin were both fast asleep, Wang Yan stood on the balcony, looking at the sparkling Jinji Lake, pulled out the panel, operated, and selected... ===== CHAPTER 291 =====

On New Year's Eve, after Su Mingyu and Wang Lin were both fast asleep, Wang Yan stood on the balcony, looking at the shimmering Jinji Lake. He pulled up the interface and made his selection...