The Tycoon's Mysterious Darling Wife
Chapter 349 - 351. Shen Junyu’s Counterattack 4 (1 update)

Chapter 349: 351. Shen Junyu’s Counterattack 4 (1 update)

Cao Shiyu looked at the uniformed bank staff member, her eyes lit up, and she ran towards the police station like a madwoman. Yes, she wanted to report the crime. This damned fraudster, she was going to file a police report and have him arrested.

But the police said that Cao Shiyu had voluntarily transferred the money and had been willing to have relations with the person, so it wasn’t rape. Even if they wanted to file a case, there was no evidence.

"I didn’t do it voluntarily; I was seduced," Cao Shiyu screamed, her emotions running high, but the police told her to calm down. Cao Shiyu glared coldly at the officer.

"Calm down? Easy for you to say when you’re not the one who’s been defrauded of money and dignity. I’ve been cheated out of nearly a million! And you do nothing about it? I’m going to the media to expose you all."

Initially, the police were speaking to her in a calm and gentle manner, but seeing her reaction, they lost their patience as well. "The bank has no record of your transfer. You made the transaction through a private app, and it was processed immediately. Even if we wanted to get your money back, we don’t have the means to do so. Even children know not to talk to strangers, and here you are, a thirty-something-year-old, easily trusting a man whom you’ve met just once."

Cao Shiyu kept a cold face, "I came here for you to solve my problem, not to listen to you count my faults. Isn’t it the police’s duty to help people in trouble?"

The officer felt unappreciated and was clearly not keen anymore, closing the file folder, "We’ll investigate this case and notify you immediately once we have any news."

"What kind of attitude is that?" complained Cao Shiyu.

The officer remained cool, "You wanted to file a report, and we’ve filed it. We’ll start our investigation shortly. Is there a problem with that?"

"Do you believe I won’t go to the media and expose you all, a bunch of parasites who take a paycheck and do nothing?"

Faced with such insult, the officer lost any remaining cordiality, "If you want to expose us, then be my guest."

Cao Shiyu was so furious her chest heaved with rage, and she stormed out of the police station. The officer cast a disdainful glance at her and snorted, "Dressed like that, she’s clearly no decent woman. If not her, then who should they deceive?"

Hearing this, a colleague shook his head, "Enough, less talk. We still have to investigate; it’s our duty."

**************

In the president’s office of Junlan Group.

"Alright, you leave Beijing immediately, better yet go abroad for a while. I’ll transfer the final payment to you," Yu Bin hung up the phone, "President, the matter is taken care of."

"Is everything cleaned up?" Shen Junyu was buried in documents, not even lifting his head.

Yu Bin nodded, "He’s reliable. I’ve arranged for him to go abroad, and he won’t be back for a while. He’s never met me, so even if someone were to investigate, they won’t trace it back to us."

"Mhm, that’s good. Do I have any other appointments this afternoon?"

Yu Bin checked his phone, "No, but there’s a video conference with the American branch office tomorrow morning."

Hearing he had no commitments in the afternoon, Shen Junyu tossed his pen aside, grabbed his suit jacket, and left. "The company’s matters are in your hands."

"Don’t worry, President."

After leaving the company, Shen Junyu first stopped at a florist to buy a bouquet of roses and then drove to Xinhe International.

Arriving downstairs, he parked and called Wen Xiyao, "Are you busy?" His voice was gentle.

Wen Xiyao’s lips curved into a smile, "Not too busy."

"Then come down."

Wen Xiyao was surprised, "You’re below my company’s building?"

"Yes, I’m waiting for you. Come down."

Wen Xiyao quickly stood up from her place and rushed to the elevator.

Seeing her panting, Shen Junyu frowned, "Why rush like that? What if you had fallen?"

Wen Xiyao laughed, "I’m not made of paper, I’m not that fragile. Plus, I didn’t want to keep you waiting."

Shen Junyu smiled indulgently, handing her the flowers from his car. Wen Xiyao took them, "For me?"

"Who else?" countered Shen Junyu.

Wen Xiyao giggled, "I really like them. Did you come all this way just to give me flowers?" She knew it was the busiest time at the year’s end; she was swamped with work herself, so Shen Junyu must be even busier.

"Of course not. I’ve come to invite the beautiful Miss Wen Xiyao to join me for lunch. I wonder if Miss Wen Xiyao would do me the honor?"

Wen Xiyao smiled sweetly, "Since you’re so sincere, I’ll reluctantly agree. Wait for me a minute, I’m going to grab something."

Shen Junyu nodded, "Go ahead, no rush, take your time."

Wen Xiyao, holding fresh flowers, walked back to her company, capturing the gazes of a large group of colleagues, especially the women, "President Wen, President Shen is really good to you!" the secretary remarked.

Wen Xiyao smiled faintly, feeling great, "Postpone this afternoon’s meeting by an hour. Leave those documents for now; I’ll deal with them when I return." She handed the flowers to the secretary, "Find a vase for these and put them on my desk."

"Okay, President Wen."

Wen Xiyao grabbed her bag and phone and left.

Wen Xiyao got in the car and looked at Shen Junyu with a smile, "You’re in a good mood today. Did something nice happen?"

Shen Junyu’s smile was warm, "What could have happened? Nothing." He was just in a good mood after giving a lesson to someone with improper intentions.

Seeing that he didn’t want to talk, Wen Xiyao didn’t ask any further.

**************

Nancheng.

The scandal between Yan Anbang and Zhao Jiaqing caused an uproar, with all of Nancheng watching Yan Anbang become the butt of the joke—for divorcing his wife for a mistress, and now being rumored to have beaten his ex-wife. Such news immediately shattered Yan Anbang’s persona, and because Zhao Jiaqing insisted on suing him, his military career also became fraught.

"Anbang, maybe I should apologize to Zhao Jiaqing. Look at how things have turned out," Qin Yan sighed with a face full of worry.

Yan Anbang had been scowling for days, he was currently suspended with no clear return date. The thought of Zhao Jiaqing—the root cause of all this—made him want to tear her apart. He had never hated someone so much; Zhao Jiaqing was the first.

If Zhao Jiaqing wanted hatred to make him remember her, then she had succeeded.

The doorbell rang, Qin Yan glanced at Yan Anbang and got up to open the door, "Ya Xi, why are you back? When did you return?" Qin Yan exclaimed in surprise, a glint of joy in her eyes.

Ya Xi, who had been dubious about the news, took advantage of Yan Shengyu and Zhao Jiaqing not paying attention to visit the Yan Family. She wanted to ask Yan Anbang personally, and braced herself for the possibility of encountering a strange woman at home. But the reality of the situation still saddened her.

"Come in quickly, it’s cold outside. Your daddy is in the living room," Qin Yan said, stepping aside to let Ya Xi in.

Yan Anbang had heard Qin Yan and knew Ya Xi had arrived, yet upon seeing her, especially the pallor on her face, his heart ached as he said to Qin Yan, "Yanyan, you go upstairs first."

Qin Yan smiled, agreed, and went upstairs.

Yan Anbang looked at Ya Xi affectionately, "Xiao Xi, when did you return to the country? Why didn’t you tell Daddy?"

Ya Xi gazed steadily at Yan Anbang with a soft voice, "Are you still my daddy?"

Yan Anbang was taken aback, "Ya Xi, of course I’m your daddy." Thinking she must have heard about the news, he softened his voice to explain, "Although I divorced your mother, you are still my daughter, and I am still your father—that will never change!"

Ya Xi shook her head, "No, you’re not my daddy. My daddy loved my mom very much; they were affectionate and would never divorce. My daddy would never hurt my mom for another woman. You’re not my daddy, you’re not!" Ya Xi suddenly screamed.

Yan Anbang, seeing his daughter emotionally distressed, grew anxious, "Ya Xi, don’t get agitated. Let daddy explain, okay? Calm down first."

Ya Xi couldn’t calm down. She had anticipated many scenarios before coming, and despite being mentally prepared to see her father living with another woman, the sight unbalanced her control.

Her face was streaked with tears. Her chest heaved violently, and her breathing was labored—an asthma attack was clearly underway. Yan Anbang became frantic. Seeing Ya Xi collapse to the ground, he quickly caught his daughter.

"Ya Xi, where’s your medicine, where did you put it?" Yan Anbang asked urgently. Ya Xi didn’t respond, and not finding her usual medication in her bag, he stopped looking for it and instead carried Ya Xi towards the door. Qin Yan, hearing the commotion, came downstairs just in time to witness the scene and panicked, "Anbang, what’s wrong with Ya Xi?"

Yan Anbang didn’t have time to explain and bellowed, "Open the door fast!"

Qin Yan swung the door open, and Yan Anbang disappeared in the doorway with Ya Xi, arriving at the hospital where Ya Xi had already gone into shock. Rushed into emergency treatment, Yan Anbang sat outside the door, head in hands, looking defeated.

The doctor later expressed relief that they had arrived just in time and Ya Xi was not in grave danger, "As parents, knowing your child suffers from such an illness, how could you not keep necessary medication on hand?" the doctor questioned.

Yan Anbang bowed his head, silently enduring the doctor’s chiding. Previously, Zhao Jiaqing had always taken care of such matters. After the divorce, Ya Xi was no longer around; it was unimaginable for him. And with Ya Xi returning to the country so suddenly, preparations were even less expected.

Even if the doctor didn’t initially recognize Yan Anbang, with recent news, she was familiar with him by now, and continued, "From now on, as parents, be more attentive, and don’t just concern yourselves with trivial personal matters."

Yan Anbang looked grim but didn’t retort at the doctor.