Chapter 734: Chapter 734
Yang Baixin’s complexion gradually changed, his gaze at Gu Nuan growing sharper by the moment, like a knife.
Gu Nuan spoke as if she did not see his expression, ruthlessly stripping him down as she would have stripped down Mrs. Yang, saying, "He could not have deceived so thoroughly or transferred funds so securely and secretly on his own; those people must have arranged it for him. If we trace back through his accounts, we should quickly find a clue."
Yang Baixin gasped out each word, almost pleadingly toward Gu Nuan, "Buddhism says, ’saving a life is better than building a seven-storied pagoda.’ My child is innocent, he’s only a few years old."
"The child of course is innocent, and no one is threatening his life, but everything he uses, wears, eats, and the best schools he attends around the world, all these are procured by your illegitimate means at the expense of others. These do not belong to you or to the child, and they should be returned. That is the best moral education for the child."
Yang Baixin stared in stunned silence.
Xiao Jianming could not help but let out a low chuckle.
Yang Baixin burst out cursing, "You woman are truly cruel!"
Is plunging a young child from a life of wealth to one of poverty not more terrifying than killing him?
Gu Nuan scoffed, saying, "After the King of France was beheaded, the prince who lived in the Royal Family was exiled to the public, forgetting his royal status within a few years. Don’t worry, your son is so young, he will surely forget about it quickly."
How could Yang Baixin not detect the immense mockery in her words? If that is the case for a king’s child, what is Yang Baixin’s illegitimate child in comparison?
Thinking he and his son were royalty? Ridiculous! Just a corrupt criminal!
Yang Baixin’s legs suddenly buckled, and he collapsed onto the wooden floor like limp noodles.
No one had asked him to kneel.
The old crocodile squinted his eyes.
What was to be done next was unspoken.
Yang Baixin was taken away.
Xiao Jianming led Gu Nuan down the wooden stairs and into the car that had arrived, presumably to go back to the hotel where they were staying as Gu Nuan deduced because Uncle Tang suddenly whispered a few words into Xiao Jianming’s ear.
"Is everything alright?" Xiao Jianming asked, frowning.
Uncle Tang shook his head, "All is safe for now."
Gu Nuan observed the old crocodile’s slightly grim expression.
Her father-in-law looked back at her, his gaze steady.
Gu Nuan understood his message; with him there, no one could touch her.
The two got into the car. The vehicle left the beach.
The beautiful seascape remained breathtaking, the crowd frolicking in the ocean waves.
Not far away, there were robberies, thefts.
Who would have thought this was Rio de Janeiro?
In the distance, the vaguely visible Mount Jesus stood sacredly, almost as if with a pair of unemotional eyes, it overlooked the joys and sorrows of the world.
Gu Nuan did not know if there was a God, but she knew, on the day her brother was taken away, God had not heard her prayers.
This time, Xiao Jianming sat in the passenger seat, his reflection visible in the car mirror observing her calm, unremarkable face.
Such a woman seemed to have experienced everything, which indeed, given her background, was somewhat surprising.
Xiao Jianming could not help but think of his own son, truly so young yet having already gone through so much. It seemed, these two young people did indeed have something in common, not utterly dissimilar. Thɪs chapter is updated by 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵✶𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✶𝓷𝓮𝓽
The car stopped at a red light intersection.
Xiao Jianming lowered his head to check the time due to his old and blurred vision; it took him longer than usual to discern the time on the watch.
At that moment, Gu Nuan suddenly saw a black motorcycle following their car.
The rider appeared to be a man, clad in a black helmet and a tight black leather jacket, exuding a very cold, ruthless demeanor.
At first glance, it made one somewhat nervous.
Gu Nuan only saw the motorcycle, seemingly sensing her gaze, slowly pull up, brushing past their car.
That moment, the look that shot out from beneath the black helmet locked with hers momentarily.
Gu Nuan’s heart suddenly trembled.
That gaze, why did it seem so familiar?
Her mind whirled like a tempest.
The black motorcycle, like a black snake, weaved into the dense line of cars waiting at the traffic light, and suddenly, like an arrow released, it turned left and disappeared from the intersection.
When Gu Nuan came back to her senses, she saw Xiao Jianming looking at her face, as if he had been doing so for some time.
The car finally stopped at the hotel where they were staying.
Xiao Jianming led her into the hotel lobby.
Not far ahead, Xiao Yebai stood there, his left hand in the pocket of his white suit pants, his demeanor relaxed, his lips slightly curved as he looked at him and at his wife following behind.