My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady-Chapter 598: Late Retribution 6

He was on the phone with someone, and the answer was obvious—Zhao Shuqin.

He was colluding with Zhao Shuqin to usurp the Xi Family, aiming to seize the most wealth. As for the Xi Family and Huanya, they truly didn’t care at all.

Xi Yang left with some people, followed by two assistants. Xi Yan, after reviewing some documents in the office, burst into laughter.

The deputy director entered the office and saw Xi Yan, smiling broadly. He was startled, "Is Young Master Xi Yan also here? Have you seen Xi Gu?"

Xi Yan shook his head, "I’m also looking for him. Deputy director, have you seen him?"

The deputy director furrowed his brow, closed the office door, and walked over to Xi Yan, "Is it resolved?"

Xi Yan nodded, "Uncle Wang, I leave everything in your hands."

"I know what you want to do. Lying low for so many years has been enough. Whatever you want to do, just go ahead and do it. I’ve got your back here."

Xi Yan stood up and embraced him, "Thank you for your hard work."

The deputy director shook his head, "Just don’t forget to take me with you when you leave."

"Of course."

...

In the capital, Xi Nian’s hospital room.

"Big brother, everything is ready. We just need the east wind,"

Xi Nian, sitting carelessly on the bed, smiled, "I got it. You guys arrange everything with care. On this end, everything is going smoothly. Once we’re ready, I’ll alert you. We must succeed in one strike."

Xi Yang burst into laughter, then glanced at Xi Yan standing by the window, "Yes, big brother. We know. After hiding for so many years, we can finally take our revenge. Otherwise, life is really meaningless."

Xi Nian hummed in response, "I will handle Qiuyan’s side."

Xi Yan, "Big brother, maybe..."

"No, Qiuyan must show up. Of course, we’ll make a switch, so you don’t need to worry. Using Xi Bei to face the danger? I’m not that stupid or that generous."

"Right, we understand."

"That settles it."

...

Although Zhao Shuqin had been in America for years, seemingly cultivating her character, her ambition was boundless. She had plotted many things and had started planning to kill the two young girls, Fu Yuran and Fu Bairan, since they were very young. Her success came a bit late. She first turned Fu Bairan into another person, arranged for a fake Fu Bairan to stay by Fu Yuran’s side, and dragged Fu Yuran to her death successfully.

The death of Fu Yuran brought her an indescribable thrill.

Back then, those who submitted to her, especially Xi Nian’s mother, who had scolded her, pointing at her nose.

She could remember those humiliations her whole life.

So, after the deaths of the two, she accelerated her plans against their children. Their marriage was never recognized by the patriarch, only considered a child born out of wedlock.

Thus, Xi Nian was exiled, separated from his two sisters, giving her a perfect opportunity to act.

As long as the person doing the job needed money, there was nothing she couldn’t solve. Money, she had plenty of.

Coming across the impoverished Yinchao was definitely an accident. Back then, Yinchao was just a freshly graduated college student, frustrated with his lot, and she nurtured him, instructed him to run errands. Later, when she no longer trusted Yinchao, she found a counterfeit Fu Bairan. What was her real name again?

She can hardly remember now, their plan had successfully led to Fu Yuran’s death; she paid them, moved to another city, assumed a new identity, and had someone else make the money transfers.

Everything was going according to her script.

She thought that the couple, reunited with their daughter in hell, would surely be shocked. They died so young, didn’t they?

Alone at home, she poured herself a glass of red wine. Before marrying into the Xi Family, she too had been a proud heiress, and everything was ruined by Xi Zhen, a man who was a beast in gentleman’s clothing.

But it didn’t matter anymore. Once the Xi Clan fell into her hands, she would send the old man off, and as for her own son, well... wasn’t it true that there was actually no love between a mother and her son?

Xi Gu had always been just a tool to restrain the old man.

The year she gave birth to Xi Gu, she completely gave up the life she should have had.

Then there was her husband, murdered by her own father—such was the filth and ugliness of the Xi Family.

Brooding over the past, she sat quietly alone.

Late at night, Zhao Shuqin received a phone call; those who had suddenly vanished with her money had reached out to them.

Yinchao and Fu Bairan.

Zhao Shuqin asked her confidant, "Why are they suddenly contacting us? What do they want to do?"

The confidant said, "Director Zhao, Yinchao wants to talk to you personally. He hasn’t revealed anything on this end. I called you to ask for your opinion—do you want to take his call? He spoke rather harshly, saying that if you don’t take the call, he can’t guarantee when and what impact the release of some material he holds might have on you, so I had to consult you... Yinchao’s call..."

"Give me his number; I’ll contact him myself. Also, prepare a card for me by tomorrow, the disposable kind, before I get to the office."

"Yes, Director Zhao, should I make the call tomorrow?"

"Yes, that’s right."

"Alright, I understand. I’ll handle it from here."

...

In D city, upon receiving the definite news, Yinchao immediately turned off his phone, tossed it into a drawer, and stood by the door, arms crossed, with a smirk on his face, staring at Yinchao. "Are you planning to let this woman foster your comeback? Yinchao, do you think you still hold that kind of value?

Why did you stand so tall back then? Don’t you know deep down? It was Fu Yuran who made you who you are. This woman pays, and that’s it—those contracts, resources, and fame were all brought to you by Fu Yuran. Don’t confuse cause and effect."

Yinchao gave her a sinister look and said nothing, just stared at her lightly, very lightly, "It’s none of your business."

Fu Bairan laughed, "Of course, it’s my business. For many years, I’ve been your accomplice in every dirty deal. I’ve done a lot for you. Even now, if you’re thinking of kicking me out, think carefully about what I hold in my hands. Even if you can make a comeback, Xu Yaoyao will still have a share."

Yinchao pushed her away and walked out the front door, grabbing a bottle of wine from the living room to drink. He was tired of hiding and being constantly nagged by Fu Bairan, like gum stuck on a shoe. He suddenly regretted ever falling for such a shameless woman. What was he thinking back then?

Fu Bairan knew what he was thinking and wasn’t upset or angry.

She stood up, walked over to him leisurely, and sat down. "I can offer you strategies and plans. Are you sure you don’t want to collaborate? That’s fine, just share half the money she gives you with me, and we can call it even. How about that?"

"Wishful thinking, huh?"

"All these years, didn’t you enjoy it when you were with me? Otherwise, why would you have abandoned Fu Yuran? She was a real cash cow."

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