Chapter 1918: Chapter 1918: Open Provocation
Not only in the direction of Dan Hanjie, but also Dan Hanxi, who had just been pushed out of the car by his assistant, was surrounded by reporters.
"Mr. Xi, are you here this time after discussing it with Mr. Jie?"
"Now that Mr. Dan Yi has passed away, the only ones in the Dan Family who can make decisions are you and Mr. Jie. How will you two brothers distribute the inheritance rights? Will there be any disagreements?"
"It’s heard that Mr. Xi’s health is recovering. Once you’re fully recovered, will you formally move into the Dan Group and take over the CEO position?"
"Mr. Xi..."
"I’m sorry, Mr. Xi is not feeling well and might not be able to answer everyone’s questions. Please step aside for now. The Dan Group will hold a press conference later to address everyone’s questions all at once."
The assistant signaled for the bodyguards to protect Dan Hanxi and, bypassing the reporters, headed toward the funeral home.
Dan Hanxi turned his head to glance at Dan Hanjie, who was only a car’s length away, his gaze falling on Qin Youxuan beside him. His eyes flickered, but he said nothing and entered the funeral home.
"Let’s go in too." Qin Youxuan tugged at the hem of Dan Hanjie’s coat and looked up at him.
From the moment the reporters appeared, Dan Hanjie had already tightly shielded her in his embrace.
Hearing Qin Youxuan’s words, he lowered his eyes to look at her, suddenly bowed his head, and kissed her lips.
"Click—"
The sound of the surrounding flashlights was like they were about to blind someone in an instant.
Qin Youxuan was stunned, completely unprepared for Dan Hanjie’s sudden kiss, her petite body nestled dumbfounded in Dan Hanjie’s embrace.
Watching Dan Hanjie deepen the kiss.
As if declaring his sovereignty, he held her tightly in his arms.
His deep black eyes swept towards Dan Hanxi’s direction. As their eyes met, Dan Hanxi’s face turned sullen in an instant.
Watching the two tightly embraced, his grip on the wheelchair tightened silently, knuckles turning white.
The veins on the back of his hand bulged as he gritted his teeth to endure.
"Mr. Xi, we should go in now." The assistant reminded him beside him, looking at Dan Hanxi’s off-color face with great concern.
"Dan Hanjie..."
Qin Youxuan was in a daze for several seconds before she came back to her senses, shyly pushing him away, her face red, and looked up in confusion.
What was wrong with him?
Suddenly in this kind of setting, kissing her in front of so many people.
That scene would probably become the next headline quickly.
They had come to say their final goodbye to Dan Yi, and it suddenly turned into a display of affection—didn’t he fear the media would criticize him?
"We are husband and wife, no one would dare say much." Dan Hanjie seemed to have read her thoughts and spoke indifferently.
Interlocking their fingers, he led her into the funeral home.
Dan Yi’s body had already been examined by the forensic doctor and was determined to have died of intracerebral hemorrhage.
The wounds had been re-cleaned; he lay in a pristine manner on the white cloth.
Dressed in a black suit, hair meticulously styled...
He looked stern and carried a certain strictness—the image of an elder that one ought to have in their memory.
Yet just a few days ago, this person had been alive, now he was without breath.
Qin Youxuan’s heart tightened slightly as an indescribable heavy atmosphere spread in the funeral home.
Dan Hanxi had entered first and was already in the company of the assistant, registering and receiving from the police.
"He got what he deserved; he’s not worth pitying."
Dan Hanjie clasped Qin Youxuan’s hand and suddenly spoke.
The enchanting eyes flickered with a cold and harsh light.
If it weren’t for Dan Yi, he wouldn’t have left the mental hospital so soon.
