Chapter 491: Chapter 491

"Burn it, yes, burn it all!"

"Don’t think you can threaten me with this. I’m not afraid. Burn it, burn it all. I’m not afraid at all. No one will know, and even if they do, I’m not scared."

Ordinarily, matches were for lighting incense, but at this moment, they became Madam Lai’s lifeline.

It was guilt in her heart and the fear of being caught red-handed.

Suddenly, Madam Lai burst out laughing, "All that I have worked so hard for, you think you can threaten me with this? Dream on. It’s impossible. Go to hell!"

But as she spoke, her body started to tremble, and a cold sweat began to form on her forehead.

She was scared; she truly was afraid.

The incident of being held hostage suddenly surged into her mind and flashed by quickly.

Madam Lai grabbed the file bag in terror, "Tell me, who are you really? Why do you keep hounding me? Is it for revenge?"

"Xiao Dan? You’re still alive!"

"No, it can’t be, it can’t be!"

"Ye Wanhua, are you Xiao Dan?"

Previously, Madam Lai had her suspicions; the purple figure in the orphanage was too similar to Yi Xiaodan, yet the investigation proved otherwise.

Moreover, how could someone who had been dead for 25 years still be alive, and even transform into a famous jewelry designer from country Y?

The name was wrong, the identity was too.

The most crucial point was that Ye Wanhua was too stunning and attractive. Not only was her dress stylish, but her makeup was also delicate, while Yi Xiaodan from 25 years ago hated makeup. She favored cotton, linen, and simplicity.

Yet, people change over time, including their habits and preferences.

"It’s you, you didn’t die, you’re still alive."

"Don’t you dare take everything from me!"

"Zhenshan is mine, it’s all mine."

Immediately, Madam Lai lit the file bag on fire.

As the flames grew, the smoke became thicker and slowly spread throughout the study room, while Madam Lai’s laughter caught the attention of a maid.

Without a second thought, she rushed into the study to find Madam Lai muttering to herself.

"Madam, are you alright?"

"Who let you in?" Madam Lai frowned and scolded sharply, her gaze very penetrating. She suspected that this maid was the one who had sneakily placed the file bag.

It was rare for someone to come up to this floor on a regular basis.

Madam Lai always liked quietness, so the general cleaning was typically handled by Nanny Wu alone.

"Tell me, who sent you?"

"No one, I just... happened to hear."

"Not telling the truth, are you?"

Madam Lai approached the maid bit by bit, completely ignoring the still-burning file bag on the floor.

At the same time, Nanny Wu was also hurrying over, having just received a call from Lai Jingshan, who said that his sister-in-law was acting erratically and asked her to go upstairs to check.

Indeed, as soon as she reached the corner of the fourth floor, Nanny Wu smelled a faint scent of smoke, followed by the sound of Madam Lai’s angry rebuke of the maid.

Meanwhile, at the East Suburb Li Garden,

Zhao Renjie, who had just finished cleaning the car, suddenly heard a cellphone ring.

He then opened the half-ajar back door of the car.

"Madam has forgotten her phone again!"

The screen displayed the name Meijuan.

Zhao Renjie picked up the phone, pondered for a moment, and then strode into the sunroom.

The lively atmosphere wasn’t disrupted by his sudden appearance; Li Zihan was entertaining everyone with some amusing anecdotes from school.

Tang Xiaowan smiled as she took the phone.

There were two missed calls from Wang Meijuan, along with a freshly received message.

"Miss, Mrs. Wang sent over twelve sets of clothes, all packed in gift boxes. She said the weather has turned cold and she’s worried you might be too busy with work to go shopping."

As soon as she finished reading, another message came in: "It’s Wang Junchen’s wife, Ye Wanhua."

Then several related images followed.

Watching the exquisite gift boxes, Tang Xiaowan felt inexplicably excited, a feeling that was very special and unlike any she had experienced before.

Why she felt so excited, she couldn’t tell, but suddenly she really wanted to complain about Ye Wanhua for a moment.

It’s funny, Chicheng isn’t even cold, okay?

A gift... is it because you want me to call you "mom"?

Humph, I don’t want to, how awkward.

Just as Tang Xiaowan was secretly scoffing, repeatedly looking at the pictures, a third message came: [To accept or not, miss, please reply quickly!]

Immediately after, her delicate hand stopped swiping and started rapidly tapping on the screen.

A smile also flickered across her lips.

Seeing that Tang Xiaowan had no other instructions, Zhao Renjie respectfully glanced at Leng Lingxiao and then left.

He had been a cautious and reticent person for over a decade, just carrying out orders from Leng Lingxiao, whatever they might be.

"Did grandma call?" Leng Lingxiao asked with concern.

"No, no, hehe, it’s Meijuan."

Tang Xiaowan smiled and showed the picture on her phone to Leng Lingxiao.

"Oh, not bad, they look pretty good!"

"Right? I think so too, hehe."

Seeing his little wife all smiles, Leng Lingxiao felt greatly relieved, especially since she had been down about the genetic mutation issue before coming.

Whether the woman in the trench coat was dead or alive, Leng Lingxiao didn’t know, but one thing was for sure—the woman was definitely an enemy of Tang Mei.

"It’s okay now, it’s all good." Leng Lingxiao continued to place two beef meatballs in Tang Xiaowan’s bowl.

"Stop fussing over me, eat some yourself!"

"Mhm, I know, careful, it’s hot."

Just as Zhao Renjie had left, Nanny Chen entered with a complex expression on her face.

Could it be that Uncle Two arrived?

It wasn’t clear what Nanny Chen whispered to Li Zishen, but Li Zishen’s brow suddenly furrowed, though he quickly resumed his composure.

"Mhm, got it, go arrange it."

Li Zihan: Looks like... it’s not Uncle Two.

Tang Xiaowan, who had been unaware throughout, kept tasting the beef meatballs, but she was actually thinking about the twelve sets of clothes sent by Ye Wanhua, considering trying each one on for her dear husband Leng Lingxiao once they returned to Chicheng. The most update n0vels are published on N()velFire.net

The saying "A woman dresses for the one she loves" was vividly exemplified by Tang Xiaowan.

Ever since she was young, whenever she bought a new dress or a new pair of shoes, she would call her Huahua—Leng Lingxiao—right away.

The box is pretty, so the clothes must be beautiful too!

I wonder what styles they all are?

Maybe there’s a Cheongsam, but... dresses and suits are probably a given.

Tang Xiaowan began to indulge in all sorts of fantasies, but Leng Lingxiao, who was sitting beside her, was observing every change in Li Zishen’s expression.

However, as the eldest grandson of the Leng Family, Li Zishen had dealt with his fair share of emergencies.

He picked up his tea and took a gentle sip.

"Zihan, you were saying... that students at your college... order takeout just to hold a seat?"

"Impressed, aren’t you? Isn’t it bizarre?"

Li Zishen nodded: "A bit."

"Xiao Wan, what do you think? Right?"

Caught off guard by Li Zihan’s sudden question, Tang Xiaowan seemed a bit lost, but still smiled politely and nodded.

In fact, she hadn’t been listening at all.

And Leng Lingxiao, sitting next to Tang Xiaowan, had the corners of his lips slightly raised while beginning to peel a radish.

Looks like... Wang Junchen has made his move.

Li Zishen, good luck!

"Huahua, give me a piece, raw." Tang Xiaowan suddenly turned her head, pointing at the silver plate containing radishes, as she had been preoccupied with meats until now.

She usually would munch on a whole one.

"Mhm, first let’s see if it’s sweet."

Leng Lingxiao passed the radish to Tang Xiaowan with a smile.