365-Day Trial Marriage With Hunk: Wife’s A Little Wild
Chapter 1474: Turnaround, The Damned Didn’t Die!

Chapter 1474: Chapter 1474: Turnaround, The Damned Didn’t Die!

Qin Youxuan glanced at Ye Mingmei, whose eyes had already reddened past the point of holding back tears.

"It’s precisely because Dad is no longer with us that our family should be more united, so that we won’t make Dad worry." Qin Youxuan’s eyes flickered as she spoke softly.

Excessive sorrow is of no help to the situation.

Right now, she just wanted to stabilize Ye Group as quickly as possible to prevent others from taking advantage of the Ye Family’s turmoil.

"You’re right; we can’t let your dad worry anymore." Su Yiru wiped away her tears.

"I’m full, I’m going back to my room to give Tingye a bath."

Whenever Qin Youxuan thought of Ye Zhanxing, Dan Hanjie’s figure would always surface in her mind, causing her to lose her appetite. She put down her utensils and stood up from her chair.

"Um um..."

The little guy, once plopped into the bathtub, began kicking his little legs and playing with the water.

His tender little face wrinkled up with joy.

Ever since Dan Hanjie had come to see him, the little one’s mood had been great; he hadn’t cried at all from the afternoon until now.

As soon as he noticed Qin Youxuan staring at him, he immediately opened his big, pitch-black eyes and made a cute face.

He smacked his lips twice and accidentally swallowed some bathwater.

"Greedy cat, you don’t even spare your own bathwater." Qin Youxuan, unable to help herself from chuckling at her son’s adorable antics, took out her phone to photograph him.

"Just you wait; these are all evidence. When you grow up and start chasing after girls, you’ll know just how important these photos in my hands are." Qin Youxuan, looking at the innocent face of the little guy, couldn’t help but curve her mouth into a smile.

Yet it was a sinister smile.

Merely taking photos was not enough; Qin Youxuan also recorded a video.

Little Tingye, completely unaware that he’d been duped, kept on laughing gleefully.

After the bath, he nuzzled into Qin Youxuan’s embrace and fell asleep.

Qin Youxuan carried her son back to the large bed, and watching his obedient sleeping face, she suddenly realized that he had grown again.

Thinking of the photos she had just taken, a slight movement stirred in her heart, suddenly making her want to share them with someone.

She unlocked her phone, scrolled to Dan Hanjie’s name, and was about to tap on it, but hesitated for a second and then stopped.

Turning off the phone, she lay down next to it, pulling the blanket over her head.

...

Texas.

The private research building of Diwu Zexuan.

Mr. Jie’s car was parked steadily at the entrance.

"Mr. Jie, you’re awake; the master has been waiting for you for a long time." The assistant bent respectfully and signaled for Dan Hanjie to enter.

Dan Hanjie pushed open the car door, and his graceful figure stepped out from inside the car.

He shook his coat, took off his sunglasses, tossed them onto the driver’s seat, and stepped into the research building.

"How is his condition?"

"It’s difficult, I advise you to be prepared mentally."

Diwu Zexuan walked out of the intensive care unit, stood outside the glass of the ward, and gazed at Ye Zhanxing, who now depended on a respirator for breathing.

"The gunshot grazed past the heart, causing massive bleeding. Although he was resuscitated, Ye Zhanxing’s stomach cancer has reached the terminal stage. Now that he’s in my hands, I am powerless to help."

"..."

"I can tell that Ye Zhanxing had undergone treatment before, even had part of his stomach removed and underwent chemotherapy, but it was ineffective. At this point, even without this accident, he wouldn’t have had much longer to live."

"Even you can’t do anything?" Dan Hanjie’s eyes tightened, he turned his head, looking at Diwu Zexuan.

A complex light crossed his resolute face.

He should be the one wishing Ye Zhanxing to die a miserable death, but now he hoped more than anyone that he could live a good life.