Chapter 340: Chapter 340 A Brush with Death_1
She couldn’t bear to imagine how devastated he would be after the Gu Clan’s stocks continue to plummet and are eventually sold off.
How could Third Young Master Jun do this? What on earth had Gu Yan done to offend him to such a cruel extent?
No, she couldn’t just stand by and watch Third Young Master Jun plot against Gu Yan.
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Soon after Ye Lu leaves the Shang residence, Yuan Jiayin quietly arrives at the grand entrance with a man in tow.
She looked at the man coldly, "You should understand very well why I brought you here. It is crucial that you leave no trace behind. To make our operation easier, I’ve already given most of the staff in the house the day off. Those who remain are busy working in the garden and basement. For the nurse, I will distract her with a ploy."
The man nodded, "Don’t worry, I am a professional. There will be absolutely no issues."
Wearing gloves to avoid leaving fingerprints, Yuan Jiayin took the keys to unlock and open the door without alerting anyone inside.
Once inside, Yuan Jiayin directed the man to tamper with the surveillance room.
She had someone impersonate a hospital, informing the nurse that one of her family members had been in a car accident. Unable to reach her family via phone and consumed by anxiety, the nurse promptly left.
She successfully made her way into Old Sir Shang’s room.
Old Sir Shang, deep in sleep, opened his eyes upon sensing her arrival. Seeing it was Yuan Jiayin, his face immediately fell, "What are you doing here? Have you no manners, not even bothering to knock? Get out."
"For someone stuck in bed, immobile, you do love to pull rank," Yuan Jiayin responded with a contemptuous sneer. "If you want to throw me out, why don’t you move a muscle?"
The color drains from Old Sir Shang’s face. "What are you up to, woman?"
He had an inkling something was amiss. This woman usually made an effort to feign decency in front of him, but today she was brazenly dropping the pretense. What this meant was clear - she wouldn’t let him off lightly.
He slowly reached for the phone next to his bed.
"Dream on, old man! Still sharp even on your deathbed, trying to call the police, huh?" Yuan Jiayin rushed forward, yanked the telephone from his grasp, and smashed it onto the floor, shattering it into pieces.
Angered, Old Sir Shang fell back onto bed, his breathing ragged and uneven.
"You deceitful woman, your true colors are finally out."
"Ha, didn’t you know what I was like a long time ago? Unfortunately for you, you were too soft-hearted to hurt your grandson, always hesitating to make a move against me. You tried to use those photographs and documents to threaten me, expecting me to turn over a new leaf."
Yuan Jiayin let out a defiant, scornful laugh, her voice a mix of hatred and ridicule.
"Keep dreaming! I hate you to the core, and I won’t let you off easily."
Old Sir Shang turned deathly pale. "You want to kill me, you’ve become so wicked."
"You’re surprised I’ve turned so wicked? Only thanks to your damn Shang family! I was once a kind and ordinary girl too. But look what you’ve made me! Do you have any right to condemn me, old man?"
Yuan Jiayin’s eyes glinted with venomous hatred.
Once a simple, ordinary person, she swore to take revenge when they relegated her to life in the red-light district, vowing to make them pay.
"If Jingchen found out what kind of a poisonous woman you are, he’ll never let you off."
"Ha, he’d have to know it was me first. Right now, he’s so smitten he even wants to make me his wife. All evidence will only lead to one person–Ye Lu."
"You.." gasped Old Sir Shang, barely able to breathe as his eyes started rolling back into his head.
