Fated to My Billionaire Husband
Chapter 1569: Waiting for a Feast at Night

Chapter 1569: Chapter 1569: Waiting for a Feast at Night

"Hmm!" Ansel nodded earnestly.

This is outrageous, how could anyone threaten a child like this?

Jian Yufei’s eyes flickered as she leaned close to Ansel’s ear and whispered something.

Ansel’s eyes lit up. "Haha, I’m going now, Mommy! Wait for my good news, I will definitely defeat Daddy!" fre.ew(e)bnov el.com

"Go ahead." Jian Yufei patted his shoulder, and Ansel immediately rushed off eagerly.

Mo Lan asked curiously, "What did you say to him?"

...

Downstairs, Awei handed a black USB drive to Ruan Tianling. "Boss, it’s fixed. It just had some water damage, but the quality of this thing is still pretty solid."

Ruan Tianling took the USB drive. "Bring the computer."

"Got it."

Everyone assumed this belonged to Qi Ruigang and thought it might contain some crucial secrets.

After all, anything Qi Ruigang carried with him must be important.

Once they brought the computer over, Ruan Tianling sat on the sofa and inserted the USB drive.

The USB required a password to access. As Ruan Tianling worked on cracking it, Ansel came back downstairs.

His small hands hung loosely by his sides, his steps slow and deliberate. His demeanor was cool, his chin slightly lifted — he looked just like a proud little prince.

Ruan Tianling and Awei, along with the others, all watched him intently, their expressions tinged with amusement.

Ansel stopped in front of Ruan Tianling and said coldly, "If you don’t let me call Ruan Junchen, I’ll tell everyone here your nickname!"

Ruan Tianling’s brows lightly furrowed. "Nickname?"

Awei chuckled. "Boss, you have a nickname? Why didn’t we know about it?"

Ruan Tianling shot him a glare, and Awei awkwardly rubbed his nose.

"That’s right, I already know your nickname!" Ansel declared proudly, laughing. "Soft—Syrup... Syrup."

He only uttered two words before Ruan Tianling’s face darkened.

"Go tell your mommy to wait for tonight’s feast!"

Feast?

Ansel didn’t understand what he meant. "What feast?"

"Just tell her, she’ll know!"

"Oh." Ansel nodded and was promptly tricked into leaving.

Ruan Tianling scoffed coldly. Let’s see how he deals with Jian Yufei tonight.

After Ansel left, he continued cracking the password. The password was soon broken, revealing a video file.

Ruan Tianling gripped the mouse but didn’t open it immediately.

After hesitating a moment, he took the computer to the study and watched it there...

...

Some ten minutes later, the door to the yacht’s hull was kicked open.

Ruan Tianling strode in, his expression dark and menacing.

This was the bottommost level of the yacht—dim, damp, with a cloying stench of mold in the air.

In the cramped space, only a single fluorescent lamp cast a faint light.

Qi Ruigang was tied up and thrown in a corner.

Upon hearing the noise, he raised his eyelids and locked eyes with Ruan Tianling coldly. "Where’s Mo Lan? I want to see her now!"

The first thing he did upon speaking was demand this.

Ruan Tianling strode over coldly, grabbed him by the collar, and yanked him up forcefully.

"Thud—" He didn’t wait for an explanation and landed a harsh punch on Qi Ruigang’s stomach, causing him to spit out a mouthful of water!

"Thud, thud, thud—" Ruan Tianling’s fists rained down mercilessly, each hit seemingly capable of breaking through his body.

Qi Ruigang clenched his teeth and endured blow after blow until, unable to hold it in any longer, he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Ruan Tianling let go of him, and Qi Ruigang collapsed to the ground.

Drawing out his handgun, Ruan Tianling loaded it, and then aimed the barrel at one of Qi Ruigang’s legs.