Chapter 71: Let Me Tell You a Secret

Leng Linglong confessed with deep affection, eagerly looking at Zhan Hanjue, expecting his answer. Who knew, Zhan Hanjue ruthlessly rejected her: "I don’t like you, and I never have." Ye Ningwan and Wu Taotao, who were beside them, both showed expressions that couldn’t bear to watch, looking at Leng Linglong with deep sympathy. "Hanjue, how can you be so heartless?" Leng Linglong cried out loudly. Leng Ziqing was also angry: "Zhan Hanjue, you are too much." "Do I have to lie to her to make you happy?" Zhan Hanjue asked coldly. Leng Ziqing was red-faced and unable to reply. "Let’s go." Zhan Hanjue stood up, took Ningwan’s hand, and left. Unexpectedly, Leng Linglong was not giving up and stepped forward to grab Zhan Hanjue’s hand: "Hanjue, I really like you." Zhan Hanjue raised his arm in displeasure, avoiding her touch. Unexpectedly, Leng Linglong, such a delicate girl, could not withstand his strength. She was thrown aside, hitting her head against the nearby table. "Ah, it hurts, I’m bleeding." Leng Linglong screamed, touched a handful of blood, and fainted with eyes turning black. Leng Ziqing and the others were frightened. Rushed forward to hold her: "Linglong?" Ye Ningwan also hurriedly checked her pulse and injuries, realizing it was a faint from the sight of blood, and quickly reassured Leng Ziqing: "It’s alright, just faint from seeing blood. Let’s take her to the hospital for a tetanus shot." Leng Ziqing, with a pale face, carried Leng Linglong away. Wu Taotao quickly followed: "Senior Brother Leng, I’ll go with you, so there’s someone to help." Leng Ziqing didn’t refuse her. After all, Leng Linglong is a girl, having another girl along is convenient. "Let’s go too!" Ye Ningwan said to Zhan Hanjue. Zhan Hanjue ruthlessly refused: "Not going." Ye Ningwan complained: "You injured someone, how can you not go and see?" "I will have Chen Tan handle it, medical expenses and nutritional expenses can all be compensated." "Do you think the Leng Family needs your compensation?" Ye Ningwan pouted. Zhan Hanjue said solemnly: "Whether they need it or not is their business, whether I give it or not is mine. If I don’t go, I can completely make her give up. If I go, she might think she still has a chance." Ye Ningwan: "..." What he said made sense, leaving her speechless for a rebuttal. However.... "Does she really have no chance at all?" "What do you think?" Zhan Hanjue reached out and held her waist. Ye Ningwan blushed, wondering what he was doing in broad daylight? "Let go of me, talk by talking, why hold me?" Ye Ningwan hurriedly pushed him. But couldn’t push him away. Zhan Hanjue looked at her deeply with his eyes lowered: "You ask your own husband if another woman still has a chance, Madam Zhan, aren’t you being a bit inappropriate?" "What inappropriate, as long as it’s not the white moonlight, does it matter who it is?" Ye Ningwan muttered quietly. Zhan Hanjue looked at her with calm eyes. After a while, he suddenly let go of her waist and led her out. They got into the car and told the driver to take them home. Once home, he quickly led her to the study. "Zhan Hanjue, what exactly are you trying to do?" Ye Ningwan staggered as she was pulled, breathlessly questioning. "To show you something." Zhan Hanjue finally pulled her into the study, closed the door, and took out a letter for her. Ye Ningwan asked in surprise: "Whose letter is this?" "Open it and you’ll know." Zhan Hanjue said. Ye Ningwan opened it, the writing on the letter was very neat and elegant, obviously written by a woman. The beginning was addressed to Hanjue, showing they had a close relationship. The content of the letter was that her bracelet was her mother’s keepsake, now about to be auctioned by the Feng Family, hoping he could find a way to help her retrieve it for safekeeping. This was her mother’s only relic, for which she was extremely grateful, and this was the last thing she would ask of him. If she had a chance, she would come back to fetch it; if not, then it should stay with him forever. "This letter... was written by Feng Qianru to you?" Ye Ningwan was surprised. Zhan Hanjue said: "You’re not too dumb after all." "She isn’t dead?" She definitely wasn’t dead, or she wouldn’t mention coming back to get it. If she were dead, how would she return to claim it? Come back as a ghost? "What is going on here?" A person dead and returning, this was too strange. Though, Feng Qianru’s death was indeed suspicious. She had previously inquired on the side. She was originally in great health, then suddenly died of a violent illness. This isn’t the old days, where medical care was rudimentary and a minor illness could claim a life. With no sudden illness, a young woman dying abruptly of illness would surprise anyone who heard it. "We knew each other since childhood and were schoolmates. Our families were also old friends, and a long time ago, our families already had the intention for the families to unite in marriage." Zhan Hanjue said. Ye Ningwan pouted: "I know, wasn’t it just childhood sweethearts?" "But later, she fell in love with someone else." Zhan Hanjue added. "Huh?" Ye Ningwan was surprised, this change was quite unexpected. Zhan Hanjue said: "At eighteen, my grandmother hoped for the families to marry sooner rather than later, as the Zhan Family had few children and wanted to expand the lineage quickly. I had no objection, especially since my eyesight was impaired, I’d hardly seen any other women, let alone had feelings. At the time, the Zhan-Feng marriage was mutually beneficial, and marrying her was natural. But unexpectedly, on our wedding night, she told me she liked someone else." Ye Ningwan: "..." A look of anguish appeared as she looked at Zhan Hanjue. He must have been very angry hearing those words back then! "If she liked someone else, why marry you?" "I asked her the same. If she liked someone, why marry me? She said, for her true love, she had no choice." "What does that mean?" Ye Ningwan frowned. Zhan Hanjue said: "Later I found out that after her mother died early, her father remarried, so she never had a good life. She was the Feng family’s eldest daughter, and Jiangcheng’s first socialite, glamorous on the outside. In reality, at home, she was neglected by her father and harassed by her stepmother. Later, she met a man, her tutor, a Jiangcheng University scholar four years her senior. They quickly fell in love, but because she had to marry me, the man was imprisoned by her father. If she didn’t marry, that man would die." "So, she had to marry you for this reason?" Ye Ningwan asked. Zhan Hanjue nodded. "On our wedding night, she knelt and begged me to help her." "Did you agree?" "I agreed. Though I didn’t have feelings for her, I didn’t want my wife unable to achieve even basic marital harmony. However, letting her go still didn’t mean she could be with her true love. So she devised the plan of faking her death. A month later she died of a sudden illness, and that man had long been released by her father. The two eloped, and Jiangcheng never saw Feng Qianru again." "It’s too much, she left in such a way, leaving you with the mess. She even left you with the reputation of being cursed in marriage, it’s so unfair to you." Ye Ningwan fumed with righteous indignation.