Mr.CEO’s Ex-wife Escapes Again
Chapter 429: The Cursed Love 3

Chapter 429: Chapter 429: The Cursed Love 3

Xiahou Yi’s rage that day made Xiahou Maolin dare not seek out Wang Wanjun anymore.

And Xiahou Yi, even more so when Wang Wanjun came to Wang Residence asking to see him, refused her entrance at the door.

This caused Wang Wanjun great pain.

Until, several months had passed and it was almost the New Year, Xiahou Yi went to the Bai Family to foster good relations between the four major families.

It was then that Wang Wanjun, defying the greatest taboo under heaven, climbed into Xiahou Yi’s bed shivering after he got drunk.

After all, Xiahou Yi was just a bit over fifty at that time, and under the influence of alcohol, when a woman climbed into his bed and initiated advances, he lost control and slept with this girl young enough to be his daughter.

That night, Wang Wanjun was happy.

But in the morning, when Xiahou Yi woke up and saw her sleeping beside him, he was enraged.

"You’re seeking death!"

In his uncontrollable anger, he even took out a gun, intending to end this woman’s life.

But after Wang Wanjun had succeeded, she simply acted as if she had nothing to fear.

"Kill me then, for in this life, I’ve already had you, and even in death, I would have no regrets!"

She, a girl barely past twenty, actually uttered such shameless words.

In the end, Xiahou Yi escaped.

He didn’t know how to face this incident; he was a man who cared greatly about his reputation and felt he had committed an unforgivable sin.

But when he returned, and Uncle Zhong asked if he wanted to get rid of Wang Wanjun, he hesitated.

Seeing his hesitation, Uncle Zhong understood.

Later on, Wang Wanjun didn’t come to bother him anymore, and if it weren’t for her pregnancy, perhaps she would have done as Xiahou Yi wished, continuing her schooling and learning how to manage a household from her mother as if nothing had happened.

But, she was pregnant.

"General, I just... ran into that girl on the road, and she gave me this."

That day, when Uncle Zhong went out, he brought back a medical report.

Xiahou Yi was thunderstruck when he saw it.

He stared at the words "early pregnancy" on it as if they were something unbearably glaring, and he immediately tore it to shreds.

"Have her taken care of, and also, don’t let her stay in the Imperial Capital anymore."

In the end, he was scared and asked Uncle Zhong to deal with Wang Wanjun.

Unfortunately, Uncle Zhong, considering the child, ultimately didn’t have the heart to kill Wang Wanjun and only told her that if she wanted to save her own life, she should quickly find someone to marry.

No one knew how Wang Wanjun got through that period.

But a month later, news really came from the Wang Family that she was going to have a matchmaking session, and on that day, all the unmarried young men from rich families in the Imperial Capital went to the Wang Residence.

By then, Xiahou Maolin scarcely dared to think about the incident anymore.

Regrettably, Wang Wanjun ended up choosing none of them, but chose a merchant far from the Imperial Capital, a man named Sheng Huang.

When the news reached Wang Residence, Xiahou Yi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Afterwards, he remained quiet for a few years.

It was during those years that he accidentally met Wang Wanjun’s mother, a woman who had toiled for the Wang Family her whole life, still unaware of what her daughter had done with this powerful man before her.

Hearing him inquire about her daughter, she sighed and told him the truth.

"Xiaojun, she actually just lost her father too early. She wanted to help me and was looking for a sense of security, so she was always interested in men older than her."

Madame Wang thought the man was asking why Wang Wanjun would choose someone like Sheng Huang, who was over a decade older than her.

After listening, Xiahou Yi didn’t utter another word.

Latter on, Xiahou Yi gradually forgot about the incident, until ten-year-old Sheng Siyuan, who had been suffering from heart disease, was sent to the Wang Family.

"General, that child... has been sent to the Wang Family."

It was a struggle for Uncle Zhong to keep remembering this matter, but as soon as he received the news, he immediately told Xiahou Yi.

Xiahou Yi was stunned, "Which child?"

Uncle Zhong then took out a photo of the ten-year-old Sheng Siyuan.

"Look, his eyebrows and eyes, they actually resemble you. However, he has also inherited the Xiaho Family’s congenital heart disease. This time he was brought here because it is said that Jiangbei could no longer treat him."

"..."

When Xiahou Yi picked up the photo and saw the pale complexion of the child’s face, his heart ached for a moment.

Afterward, under his secret arrangements, Sheng Siyuan quickly moved to the best hospital in the imperial capital.

At that time, Sheng Siyuan always thought it was the Wang Family’s help.

Sheng Siyuan stayed in the imperial capital for twelve years. Twelve years later, because of his heart disease, Shengshi Group began to pressure Sheng Huang to change heirs.

Sheng Siyuan had to return to Jiangbei.

That year, he dragged his ailing body, trying to keep the family’s assets from falling into others’ hands, struggling to hold on.

Unfortunately, as his health continued to deteriorate, Shengshi Group eventually decided to let Sheng Huainan take over. When Sheng Siyuan received this news, he, already at the end of his tether, was finally sent to the hospital that very night.

When Xiahou Yi learned about it, the hospital had already issued a critical condition notice.

"General, in this condition of the young master, only a heart transplant will do. I’ve just found out that something has happened to the eldest young master, Xiahou Xiu. He was in a car accident at his maternal grandfather’s house."

"What did you say?"

Xiahou Yi turned around sharply to look at him, his expression a mix of pain and rage.

Xiahou Xiu was also the grandson he valued most.

Unfortunately, this grandson was gone.

Eventually, Xiahou Yi, despite his deep sorrow, made a personal trip to the Provincial City, where he, trembling, signed the Organ Donation Book.

"Child, Grandfather is sorry for you. When Grandfather goes down there, I’ll make it up to you properly."

When he put down the pen, for the first time in his life, having never shed a tear even amidst the fiercest storms, he could no longer control the tears streaming down his face.

Sheng Siyuan was saved.

But Xiahou Xiu now lay to rest in the Xiahou family’s graveyard.

Latter on, perhaps as a punishment to himself, Xiahou Yi never recognized Sheng Siyuan, and for Chu Yan, his eldest grandson who had been masquerading as his younger brother, he showed the utmost tolerance.

Unfortunately, Wang Wanjun later passed away.

Fearful and under coercion from Wang Meifeng, in a bid to save him, Xiahou Yi, she leapt to her death from a hotel.

Was she afraid at that time?

Xiahou Yi could no longer know.

But when he arrived in Jiangbei and saw this woman’s tomb, looking at the photo on the tombstone of a young Wang Wanjun, he fiercely slapped his own face.

For the first time, he hated his own selfishness and cowardice.

Especially later, when Sheng Siyuan’s relationship with the imperial capital became increasingly tense, so many people wanted to use this incident against them, father and son, including his own eldest son Xiahou Maolin, who almost killed Sheng Siyuan.

He was filled with endless regret.

He thought, if he had married Wang Wanjun at that time, disregarding his sanctimonious reputation, might the outcome have been a bit better?

Unfortunately, there are no what-ifs...