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Chapter 212 - 212 212 Kill!

212: Chapter 212 Kill!

212: Chapter 212 Kill!

After finishing off a pot of liquor, Wei Yang staggered and collapsed to the ground, passing out.

With Uncle Tang’s help, Bai Xiaofan carried Wei Yang to Uncle Tang’s resting room.

Afterward, Bai Xiaofan and Murong Wan continued to eat and drink.

“Brother-in-law, I have a question I want to ask you, but I’m afraid you’ll be unhappy after I ask it!”

After eating a few bites, Murong Wan put down her chopsticks and looked at Bai Xiaofan beside her.

“Then don’t ask!”

Bai Xiaofan did not even glance at Murong Wan as he quietly responded.

“But…

but I really want to know, brother-in-law…

please, dear brother-in-law…”

Upon hearing Bai Xiaofan’s response, Murong Wan nearly spat out a mouthful of blood in frustration.

“Pah!” she thought.

In these situations, according to TV dramas, shouldn’t the man say, “It’s okay, just ask”?

However, Murong Wan had her tactics, too.

She wrapped her arms around Bai Xiaofan’s arm and gently shook it.

“Ask away, ask away, so annoying!”

Bai Xiaofan replied impatiently.

“Hehe, I know all about your situation.

What do you feel about Zhou Ya now?” Murong Wan asked immediately after getting Bai Xiaofan’s reply, as if fearing that if she asked too late, Bai Xiaofan would change his mind.

“No feelings!” Bai Xiaofan answered offhandedly while eating pickled pig ears.

“But she betrayed you, too!” Murong Wan persisted.

“But I’ve got Yueyue, haven’t I?

Even if Yueyue isn’t here with me, isn’t there you, my beautiful little auntie?” Bai Xiaofan slapped Murong Wan’s thigh with his left hand, startling her almost to the point of shouting.

The bastard, the rogue!

In an instant, all the words Murong Wan could think of to describe Bai Xiaofan flashed through her mind.

“If you have no feelings for her, then why didn’t you just kill Zhou Ya after you killed Zhao Tian?” Murong Wan pressed on with her questioning.

Hearing this question, Bai Xiaofan’s hand holding the wine glass paused mid-air, and he seemed to freeze.

“Perhaps it’s precisely because I have no feelings…”

As the sound of his voice faded, Bai Xiaofan downed the wine in his cup.

Glancing at Bai Xiaofan drinking, Murong Wan took advantage of his inattention to reach into her pocket and hang up the phone call that had been unknowingly connected.

In the provincial city, Murong Yue let out a helpless smile.

This little girl really knew how to stir up trouble.

She had just been in a meeting, discussing personnel appointments, preparing to completely take over the industries originally belonging to the Huang family, finding new people to take over all leadership positions, when she received a call from Murong Wan.

However, after answering the call, what she heard was the conversation between Murong Wan and Bai Xiaofan, meaning she had heard all of Murong Wan’s questions and Bai Xiaofan’s responses.

Just as she was about to hang up and call Bai Xiaofan to warn him to be cautious of Murong Wan, Murong Wan herself hung up the phone.

Murong Yue knew that Murong Wan was testing Bai Xiaofan for her.

But was there still a need for such trivial tests between her and Bai Xiaofan?

When Bai Xiaofan went up against the Huang family for her, killing the Huangs, and confronted so many masters in Jiang province—and was wounded by the fake Murong Yue just to save him—everything was already crystal clear.

And her place in Bai Xiaofan’s heart was very evident as well.

She knew her own feelings for Bai Xiaofan didn’t need testing, she would never leave him unless one day he didn’t want her.

Before heading back to the meeting room, Murong Yue edited a WeChat message and sent it to Bai Xiaofan’s phone.

Bai Xiaofan opened his phone, looked at it, and then a sly smile crept across his lips.

“I heard what you were just discussing with Wan’er!”

The WeChat message was simple, but Murong Yue had already told him that Murong Wan had betrayed him.

“Who sent you a message?

Are you secretly messaging other women behind my sister’s back?” Murong Wan stretched her neck, leaned over, and stared at the screen of Bai Xiaofan’s phone.

When she saw ‘Dear Little Yueyue’ as the sender and the message’s brief content, she pouted in annoyance.

“Humph, that wretched sister of mine!

Here I am, loyally spying for her, and she goes and snitches on me—absolutely no loyalty!”

“Sister-in-law, I never realized it, but you actually have the potential to be a spy!”

With a mischievous grin, Bai Xiaofan scared Murong Wan into promptly jumping up and sitting down at an empty table nearby.

Outside, a soft drizzle began to fall again.

Bai Xiaofan called out to Uncle Tang, and the two sat together, happily sipping their drinks, much to the puffed-up discontent of Murong Wan watching from the side.

At noon, Wei Yang finally woke up and, seeing Bai Xiaofan leisurely sipping his drink, appeared.

“Sober now?”

Wei Yang nodded, acknowledging Bai Xiaofan’s question.

“Tell me what you think, whatever you decide to do with them, I’ll back you up today,” Bai Xiaofan affirmed, looking at Wei Yang.

“Kill!”

Bai Xiaofan nodded, gave a signal to Uncle Tang, and left the small tavern with Murong Wan and Wei Yang.

“Sister-in-law, I’m taking my brother to kill someone, are you still coming with us?”

After getting into the car, Bai Xiaofan took the driver’s seat and turned his head to look at Murong Wan.

“Go?

Why wouldn’t I?

You’re there to protect me after all,” Murong Wan replied after hesitating for a moment, recalling the imposing manner in which Bai Xiaofan had saved her sister.

“Fatty, punch in the address!”

Bai Xiaofan motioned to Wei Yang, who entered the address into the GPS and then they sped off.

The sports car roared down the road and soon arrived at the upscale community Wei Yang had mentioned.

The security guard at the gate, upon seeing their sports car, didn’t even ask questions before allowing them to enter the community.

“Damn, this is some blatant disrespect!” Wei Yang couldn’t help but curse.

When he came yesterday, he had been questioned and stopped outside the complex.

Now in a sports car, not a single question was asked—a clear case of discrimination.

“Quit being so cynical.

He doesn’t make much in a month; besides me, isn’t everyone else who drives a sports car wealthy?

Without any instructions, how could he dare to stop us?” Bai Xiaofan casually remarked.

As he said, even if the sports car owners weren’t residents of the complex, they were surely visiting friends.

If the security guard had asked too many questions and a complaint from an annoyed resident followed, he could lose his job.

In these times, finding a stable job isn’t easy, so who wouldn’t be extra cautious?