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"I will." "Yes," he replied softly.

"Really? You didn't lie to me? " Lu Anqi looked at him with a misty look.

"Yes." Ji Weiyang nodded again, and pursed his resolute lips. There is no point in saying this now. Because there were no ifs in life. The truth was that he had met Zhan Yan, fallen in love with her, and from then on, he, Ji Weiyang, would never again be able to live without her.

A quick ringtone interrupted his thoughts, causing Ji Weiyang to pick up the phone: "Alright, I understand …" He said a few simple words and hung up.

"Angel, I still have some things to take care of. Take care of yourself. I'll be back with you tomorrow."

"Yes." Angie nodded obediently, her small hands still holding onto his clothes. "Weiyang, I don't want to be sent to a mental hospital, please don't let them sue me, okay? I really didn't do it on purpose. I just couldn't help myself. "

His words were filled with grievance, and Ji Weiyang couldn't help but be moved, "Don't worry, with me here, no one will be able to harm you."

The door opened and closed, and after Ji Weiyang left, Angel took out a mini camera from under her pillow.

"Weiyang, if not for Wei Zhanyan, can we still be together?"

"I will."

"Really? You didn't lie to me? "

"Yes."

Angie held the camera in both hands, a wry smile on her lips. If Wei Zhanyan saw this video, how would she feel?!

On the other side, Ji Weiyang walked out of Angel's apartment building and parked a row of black Audi cars downstairs. A bodyguard in a black suit respectfully opened the car door for Ji Weiyang.

"Third Young Master, the investigation has already been made. The other party is a retired teacher in his early fifties. He is a straightforward person and won't accept private matters. He has to be brought to justice." The bodyguard's respectful narration.

Ji Weiyang sat in the back seat with his cigarette between his two fingers, casually smoking. "What about her family?"

"Her husband died many years ago. He had a son who worked in the accounting department of state-owned enterprises."

Ji Weiyang rolled down the window and looked out lazily, not saying a word.

The car slowly drove into an old district, where the retired female teacher who had been injured by Angel lived.

"The lady wore thick glasses and had a strict face, giving her the appearance of an old scholar." "Don't think that money and power can do whatever you want. China is a legal society. If that woman is sick, she should be sent to a mental hospital so that she doesn't hurt others and endanger society."

Ji Weiyang sat on the sofa and sighed lightly with his two fingers, then smiled: "She hurt you, I will apologize on his behalf here. As for whether or not you are going to send his to a mental hospital, that is not up to you."

"Alright, then we'll wait for the judge's decision." The woman still spoke with righteousness, not giving any room for negotiation.

Ji Weiyang was not angry, and only ordered a few words to the bodyguard beside him.

"Yes, Third Young Master." The bodyguards replied respectfully, very quickly, two bodyguards dressed in black pushed in a youth around 30 years old.

"Zhihong? Why are you back? " The woman pushed her black-rimmed eyes off the bridge of her nose as she asked in astonishment.

"Mom, how did you offend Mr. Ji? Do you want to kill me?" The man called Zhihong tugged at his mother, before bowing and kneeling to Ji Weiyang.

"Mr. Ji, your excellency does not remember this lowly person. I can guarantee that my mother will not prosecute."

The man's reply was completely within Ji Weiyang's expectations. He casually extinguished the cigarette butt that was about to be burnt out in the ashtray, his expression calm, "Your guarantee is completely worthless to me, I need your mother's guarantee. Remember, if Lu Anqi is indicted, I can guarantee that your misappropriation will reach the police very quickly. Three hundred thousand would be enough for you to stay in there for a few years. "

"I know, I know." The man smiled, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

"What?" You dare to misappropriate public funds? "You bastard, how have I taught you to grow up?" The woman immediately became furious and started to curse and beat the man.

Ji Weiyang naturally did not have the time to watch this farce in America. He left behind a cheque for 100,000 yuan and took his bodyguard to leave.

"Third Young Master, since the matter has been resolved, why are you still giving them money?" In the car on the way back, the bodyguard asked in confusion.

Ji Weiyang laughed, "In today's society, people like her are rarely seen.

"Third Young Master, where are we going now?" the driver in front asked.

"Ji Weiyang glanced outside the window indifferently, the eastern horizon had already turned white, and at this time, Zhan Yan should still be sleeping. "Forget it, let's go back to the company."

"Yes." The driver turned around and headed for the company.

At that moment, Gao Yuxuan's black leather shoes made a slight scraping sound as they stepped on the marble floor of the hospital's Long Corridor. He pushed open the door to the ward. The room was empty.

Puzzled, he walked in and found that the French windows were wide open. The white gauze covering the windows fluttered slightly in the wind. On the balcony, a delicate figure could be faintly seen.

"Zhan Yan, why are you standing here and blowing cold wind?" Gao Yuxuan took off his suit jacket and placed it on her shoulders.

Zhan Yan laughed weakly, her eyes were red, and it was obvious that she had just been crying.

"Why are you crying?" "He held her hands in worry. The temperature of his hands was extremely cold, it was as if he was holding ice cubes." How long are you standing here? Or did you sleep all night? "

I slept for a while, and then I dreamt of Xiaoyan, and then I couldn't sleep anymore." More accurately, what she dreamt of was a bloody mass of a fetus sealed within a transparent glass bottle. She could even see the child's blurry appearance; it was terrifying.

Gao Yuxuan sighed, his heart had a bad taste. He had been struggling in these few days of conflict, hoping that Zhan Yan would lose her child. However, when he saw that she had given birth to a child and tortured him to death, he started to regret.

"Zhan Yan, if you want to be more open-minded, just pretend that this child is not fated to be you." Gao Yuxuan sighed.

Zhan Yan tilted her head in silence, her body half-leaning on the fence as her shoulders faintly trembled. She covered her eyes with her hands. Tears flowed silently through her fingers.

How could someone who had never had a child understand what it was like to be a mother? The clothes that were prepared, the names that were already chosen, and the joy of being restless … All of them vanished in an instant. All of this was like a nightmare.

"Zhan Yan, don't cry." Gao Yuxuan hugged her painfully, but he did not know how he should comfort her.

Zhan Yan forced back her tears and pushed him away, "Brother Yuxuan, I want to be alone for a while. You go out first."

"Yes." Gao Yuxuan had no choice but to leave.

Zhan Yan's hands held tightly onto the railing, and his body slowly slid down along the fence. The cold night wind assaulted him in waves, Zhan Yan's arms wrapped around her knees, his body curled up into a ball, but she was still unable to stop herself from trembling. Her clear tears trembled on her long eyelashes.

Her palms were pressed tightly against her lower abdomen. The pressure was very heavy, and her abdomen began to twitch in pain again. This was a symptom that had appeared more than once during her stay in the hospital. As an obstetrician, Zhan Yan was extremely clear about his current situation. Technically, this could be considered a type of mental pain.

There were many times where Zhan Yan would be unable to differentiate between dream and reality. In a trance, she always felt that her little face was still there, but in reality, her little face had already gone to heaven, and become the happiest little angel in heaven.

In the eastern sky, a rising star appeared. Zhan Yan bit her lips and stubbornly wiped away the tears on her face. She knew that it was time to face reality.

Zhan Yan made Du Xiaomo complete the discharge procedures and then went to the coffee shop that she had agreed to meet with Luo Meijuan alone.

Because of the traffic jam on the road, Luo Meijuan was a few minutes late. When she walked into the coffee shop, Zhan Yan was already seated at the window seat. With one hand on her cheeks and the other hand lightly looking out of the window, she sat there like an elegant, static oil painting.

"I've been waiting for a long time." Luo Meijuan sat down opposite of her. One cup of Blue Mountain, thank you. " she said to the waitress.

"A cup of green tea." Zhan Yan said indifferently.

"The waiter was slightly taken aback, as very few people would order a cup of tea in a coffee shop." "Okay, you two have been waiting for a long time."

When the green tea was placed in front of Zhan Yan, within the transparent tea cup, tender green leaves floated in the air, looking very much like a little girl in front of him, clear and warm.

"Madam Gu, I've considered this before and decided to accept your conditions."

Her answer was not out of Luo Meijuan's expectations. After all, Wei Jingnian's life was still in her hands. "Not bad, you're a sensible person."

After Luo Meijuan finished speaking, she took out a stack of documents from her bag and handed it over to Zhan Yan, "This is a divorce agreement, take it and sign it for Wei Yang."

Zhan Yan was a little taken aback, she thought that as long as she signed the divorce agreement with her name, it would be fine. "Why me?"

Luo Meijuan laughed coldly, "Only you can make Weiyang truly give up hope. "Miss Wei, please don't let me down. Don't forget, your father is still waiting for you."

Zhan Yan did not remember how she managed to get out of the coffee shop. She only knew that the divorce agreement that she had in her hand weighed a thousand gold.

Zhan Yan hailed a taxi, and told the driver the address of Ji Weiyang's company.

When she rushed to the company, Ji Weiyang was in a meeting, and Yu Mei, the secretary, brought her into the resting room to wait. The long hours, from nine in the morning until afternoon, had gone by without a trace. The coffee on the table had long since turned cold, and her slender fingers were fiddling with the silver spoon.

Behind him, the door to the lounge creaked, followed by steady, familiar footsteps approaching. Zhan Yan turned her head and saw that Ji Weiyang had already arrived beside him. He was dressed in a handsome and upright Armani suit.

At the same time, Ji Weiyang stared deeply at her. Three months of time, was neither short nor long, but she had already lost all of his weight, leaving behind only the size of a palm, and her pale white skin had completely lost its color. Her originally rosy lips had also lost its lustre, only leaving behind a pair of big black eyes that were still as bright as ever.

Zhan Yan lowered her head and stood there, her hands folded across each other. Ji Weiyang didn't say anything further and embraced her tightly, "Why didn't you take good care of yourself?" There was a hint of reproach in his tone, but more of concern.

With just this one plain question, Zhan Yan's breathing had almost become stifling at this instant, and her tears had not lived up to their expectations.

Ji Weiyang's slender fingers, clear as day, lightly traced across her exquisite cheeks and wiped away the tears on her face. "Don't cry, Yan Yan, I'm back. I will take care of you."

Zhan Yan turned her face to the side, forcing herself to leave his warm embrace. Yes, he came back, but Ji Weiyang, do you know? You came back too late. Everything was over. There was no way back.

"Viyan, I've been waiting for you to come back." Zhan Yan smiled bitterly and took out the divorce agreement from her bag, "We should talk about the divorce."

Ji Weiyang's arm that was holding her, trembled almost imperceptibly, his handsome face was still calm and composed, his deep gaze swept across her pale white face, and he laughed bitterly, "Divorce? "Alright, give me a proper reason."

The tears in Zhan Yan's eyes had already dried, but the look in her eyes was burning with determination. She definitely could not withdraw at this moment, as her father was still waiting for her in the prison.

"Ji Weiyang, do you think we can continue to live together after what has happened? You see me every day as a murderer. Don't you hate me, don't you feel sad? " Zhan Yan clenched his teeth, and forced himself to say those fierce words.

The atmosphere instantly sank into dead silence. Ji Weiyang's tall and big body stood there like a stone statue. He stared intently at her, his eyes slightly moist.

After a short moment of silence, he slowly lifted her pale little face with her warm palm, and said with a bitter smile: "Zhan Yan, if I were to say this, even if you hurt my heart completely, I wouldn't care, I wouldn't even care if you still had Gao Yuxuan in your heart. I just want you to stay by my side, as long as you stay by my side, is that not okay?"

His powerful palm pressed down on her shoulder. He gazed at her with deep emotions and sorrow. "Yan Yan, I don't want to lose you."

Zhan Yan resisted the urge to cry. She pursed her lips and the smile on her face became more and more bitter. It was like this every time, when she needed him most, and he wasn't with her. And only when her heart was on the verge of dying did he say these words that were so intimate that it would make one's bones ache. If it was in the past, Zhan Yan would still surrender, but this time, she couldn't. She couldn't be that selfish, she still had someone to protect, she couldn't just watch as her father obediently stayed in the dark prison.

Ji Weiyang didn't want to lose her, but her father couldn't do so without her. Right now, the divorce agreement in her hands was the only thing that could save her father's life. Thinking to this point, she used all her strength to push him away.

"But I've had enough! Ji Weiyang, I have had enough of you and your old lover's entanglement, I have had enough of your 'luck' once a month, and I have also had enough of your deceit. "

Ji Weiyang's pitch black eyes stared at her and too many complex emotions were hidden within. There was pain, astonishment, and even intense hatred in his eyes. He asked her to stay behind with such a low attitude, but what he received in return was her questioning.

"Ji Weiyang, back then, were you really married to me because of the 15% of the shares that grandmother left in the Ji's? Gao Yuxuan and Wei Shanshan had a secret affair, and did you really plan all of the deceit for the night after we got drunk? " He still did not give up. She wanted to hear from his own mouth that everything Ji Weiyang had said was just nonsense, he had never lied to her before.

Ji Weiyang's tall and sturdy body sank into the soft leather sofa. He casually lit a cigarette, and a bright flame flickered between his two fingers.

His deep eyes revealed a frightening coldness, but the corners of his resolute lips were curled up evilly, "Since you already know, there's nothing for me to hide." "Yes, I did."

Even though he already knew the answer, when he heard it from his own mouth, Zhan Yan's heart still throbbed violently, and slowly sank to the bottom. Actually, this was fine as well. He could give up now.

"At that time, even though I held the position of Ji's's CEO, there are too many people eyeing me covetously. With that 15% of the shares, I would be able to secure my victory ticket. "Actually, I can also play a roundabout love game with you, but I don't have that American time, it would be more effective if I just directly go there, wouldn't it?" His tone was teasing, with an indescribable charm, and when Zhan Yan heard these words, her voice was ear-piercing.

She wrapped her arms tightly around her body and trembled non-stop, "Ji Weiyang, you're shameless."

"You only know I'm shameless after sleeping with me for three years? "You're really slow on the uptake." Ji Weiyang snorted as he forcefully pressed the tip of his cigarette into the crystal ashtray. Perhaps it was because he had used too much strength, but the tip of the cigarette had been squeezed and deformed, and his two fingers also had an abnormal bluish-white color.