Chapter 81 When Do You Plan to Return It?

Song Mi's brows knit tightly, and she hurriedly flattened his hand. "Don't move!"
"I won't leave."
Wen Yanli struggled to open his eyes and looked at her, his thin lips moving faintly. "Come to bed."
"Let's sleep together."
Song Mi leaned forward and kissed his forehead. "Alright."
"You sleep first. I'll wait for Assistant Lin to arrive."
Wen Yanli gazed at her for a moment, then finally closed his eyes again, feeling reassured as he drifted into deep sleep.
He had to replenish his sleep immediately so his body could recover as quickly as possible!
Song Mi stood by the bedside, eyes lowered, watching him. Her gaze traced his brows, eyes, lips, nose, and chin over and over. In her heart was a kind of concern and softness she’d never known before.
It was her fault.
From the very beginning, she should never have entangled with him again!
That night at Su Lian's was a careless indulgence.
Everything that happened after their reunion in Jinzhou was her deliberate provocation, unable to stop herself.
Now, she had teased him to the point where he would take a knife and bleed for her, yet she was retreating!
She was to blame!
She had underestimated the power of love.
At this point, Song Mi could only hope he would soon see that she was not the right woman for him, and give up.
After a long while, she bent down to adjust his quilt, then turned and walked out.
...
On the other side, Shen Yanye learned about the incident at Tang Lishi's villa, and he shot up from bed. "Who set the fire?"
"What did you say, Song Mi's four bodyguards took down twenty-five people?"
"Wen brought two carloads of men?"
"So, forty or fifty people worked all night—for nothing?"
Wang Quan on the other end of the phone dared not make a sound.
He didn't even dare to breathe!
Shen Yanye’s face twitched with rage.
"Good, good!" Shen Yanye sneered, repeating the word twice. "Song Mi, if I don't destroy you, I’m not Shen!"
He said this, but in his heart he knew better than anyone that he was now isolated and powerless, a spent arrow!
He thought tonight would decide his fate, but who could have predicted such a fiasco!
Soon, he gnawed at his back teeth and asked in a sinister tone, "Where’s Tang Lishi?"
Wang Quan could only muster his courage. "She... she was taken away by them!"
With a bang, Shen Yanye smashed his phone.
The screen shattered instantly, fragments flying everywhere!
His hand stung sharply as blood welled up—he’d been cut by a piece of tempered glass.
Already furious, he erupted like a volcano, losing all control. Within minutes, he destroyed most of the room with terrifying force!
Weng Yuying was awakened by the commotion!
She certainly knew who was making the noise and where it was coming from. She hadn’t planned to intervene, but feared he would wake their daughter if he kept acting crazy.
As she reached the staircase, she saw servants peering nervously downstairs—clearly awakened as well.
When they saw her, they quickly tiptoed up, looking at her with concern. "Madam?"
Weng Yuying glanced at them. "Go stand by Huanhuan's door. If she wakes, comfort her. Don’t let her come down."
The servant nodded quickly. "Yes, yes, alright!"
Once the servant passed by, Weng Yuying headed downstairs.
She wasn't angry, really.
Shen Yanye had plenty of women outside; one more Tang Lishi made no difference, she didn’t care.
But she wasn’t wholly indifferent.
She had already arranged everything: once the paperwork was done, she would take Shen Qinghuan to America.
She’d considered this long ago, so it wasn’t sudden. Now, she was just advancing her plans.
Fortunately, her elder brother would help with everything there; her family was supportive, so she had nothing to worry about.
In at most a month, mother and daughter would leave this murky, chaotic place and begin a new life!
She hadn’t yet discussed this with Shen Yanye, but what qualifications or authority did he have to stop her now?
The door wasn’t locked, and she didn’t knock—she simply turned the handle and walked in. "Shen Yanye, are you done with your madness?"
Despite using his full name, her tone carried no extra emotion, let alone anger or rebuke.
The room was a wreck, with nowhere to step. "It’s late. I don’t want Huanhuan to be woken up!"
Shen Yanye’s eyes were bloodshot; the more furious and disheveled he looked, the more calm and detached Weng Yuying appeared.
She always stood apart.
From yesterday to today.
Had she asked him anything?
Had she scolded him?
What did that mean?
She never saw him as her husband!
Since when?
Three years ago?
Five years ago?
Perhaps even earlier!
Weng Yuying was unaware that her composed, disdainful demeanor was like pouring gasoline onto Shen Yanye’s already blazing fury.
In an instant, every bone in his body turned to dry tinder, crackling with rage. "Huanhuan?"
"Huanhuan."
Thinking of his daughter, Shen Yanye straightened his back abruptly, puffing out his chest. "Do you think I don’t know the filthy things you’ve done behind my back?"
"You want to run away with my daughter and that man named Fang?"
"I tell you: not a chance!" Shen Yanye jabbed his finger at her nose. "You better give up on that idea, and cut all ties with that Fang. I don’t care if grass grows on my head, but my daughter will never call another man ‘Dad’!"
His voice boomed like thunder.
He looked vicious, as if he would devour her!
Weng Yuying thought this man was beyond reason!
She shouldn’t have come down!
But since he’d laid everything bare, she had nothing to hide. "Shen Yanye, do you think everyone is like you, without the most basic moral boundaries?"
"Fang Chengyan and I are completely innocent—never once crossed the line!" She calmed herself instinctively.
Because Shen Yanye wasn’t worth her anger. "Since you think you know everything, let me tell you: I’ve already signed the divorce papers. My brother has arranged our exit visas and school admission for Huanhuan..."
"Leaving the country?" Shen Yanye exploded with rage, charging at her. "Divorce? You think I’ll let you off so easily, let you and that Fang be together?"
At that moment, Weng Yuying felt a near-irresistible urge to smash his head open and see what was inside. "Let us be together?"
"The one who’s always cheated is you! All these years, I’ve never done anything wrong by you!" Sometimes she truly wondered how she ever fell for this man—was it just his looks, his good appearance?
"What right do you have to stop me from taking our daughter abroad?" She no longer cared about him, but thinking of the harm to her daughter, she couldn’t remain calm. "Do you want her to stay here, being gossiped about by classmates every day?"
Mentioning their daughter, Shen Yanye's expression changed, but only briefly, before he returned to his domineering glare. "Don’t use our daughter as an excuse. She’s only nine; what does she know?"
"Who would keep staring at someone else’s family? In a few days, everyone will forget!" Shen Yanye stared hard at the woman before him. "You want a divorce, to fly away with that Fang? I tell you, no way! Not unless I’m dead!"
"As long as I’m alive, you’re my wife! That Fang—don’t even think about it!"
"What right do you have to refuse a divorce?" Weng Yuying laughed in fury. "You cheated during marriage, you’re at fault! Even in court, I’d win; you’d probably have to split half the family property..."
A glint of green flashed in Shen Yanye’s eyes as he suddenly grabbed her by the throat. "Divorce? You want to divorce me?"
Weng Yuying gasped for breath, terrified, struggling instinctively. "Let go... let..."
In the tussle, she suddenly raised her knee toward his groin, but he blocked her quickly. The grip on her throat loosened, and she finally caught her breath. "Shen Yanye, are you insane?"
She stared at him in disbelief, her mind partly frozen, immobile.
She never imagined he would treat her like this!
He actually tried to strangle her!
"Maniac!"
"You lunatic!"
At this point, Shen Yanye realized what he had done. He was truly mad with rage.
His mind clouded!
It was Song Mi!
All because of Song Mi!
All because of tonight’s events!
How could he...?!
"Yuying... wife, I’m sorry, I just... I didn’t..."
Seeing him approach again, Weng Yuying instinctively wanted to escape, but as she turned, the half-open door blocked her, and in panic, he lunged and grabbed her. "Ah!"
"Let go of me!"
"Shen Yanye, let go..."
"Yuying, I was wrong..."
In the struggle, her silk nightgown was torn open, and a flash of white light caught Shen Yanye’s attention, his thoughts suddenly shifting.
Maybe the effects of the celebratory drinks he had earlier were kicking in, maybe her resistance provoked his urge to conquer, and now he was eager to prove one thing: he was her husband, rightful and legal!
The moment she sensed his intentions, Weng Yuying felt only utter disgust, body and mind rejecting him. "Shen Yanye, what are you doing!"
"Let go of me!" She had already smelled the alcohol on him, but his earlier assault had shocked her so much she hadn’t thought of anything else.
Now, as she smelled the fumes from his nose and mouth again, her revulsion and resistance grew stronger, and she struggled desperately.
She would not allow his violation. "Shen Yanye, are you going to force yourself on me?"
"Even within marriage, it’s still force!" But the difference in strength was too great—Weng Yuying could barely move, dodging left and right in panic. "Aunt Li..."
At this moment, she could no longer care if her daughter was awakened!
Shen Yanye was thoroughly aroused, pressing his body on hers. "You’re my wife. I can have you any way I want!"
"…Or do you want to stay chaste for that Fang?"
"…You still say you two never had anything, hmm!"
With a ripping sound, her body felt cold... her chin was bitten hard... then her neck...
An unprecedented despair seized her, a crushing humiliation bursting into tears that welled in her eyes.
...
Hospital.
When Song Mi returned to the ward, the nurse was changing the saline drip; the first large bag was finished.
The man was deeply asleep.
It was already past two in the morning. She went to the bathroom, washed up quickly, then stood by the bed for a while, but did not lie down.
The bed was too small.
If they slept together, neither would sleep well.
He needed deep rest.
She too needed good sleep.
So she chose the sofa.
Ye Zhao and the others were all injured; Assistant Lin and Lin Shen had gone home. Outside, two people from the Sihai Group’s security department, temporarily assigned by Ye Zhao, were guarding.
They had reported a fire when leaving the villa. Now, the issue was the missing housekeeper, Ms. Wu.
Tang Lishi had been kicked severely by Song Mi; reportedly, she moaned in pain the whole way and couldn’t stand or walk when they arrived, yet kept threatening to sue for bodily harm.
Song Mi had Liang Liang take Tang Lishi to a hotel room for temporary supervision.
After taking off her coat and lying sideways on the sofa, Song Mi quickly reviewed the events of the past two days in her mind, organized tomorrow’s schedule, and soon fell asleep.
...
Wen Yanli woke up and instinctively turned to find her.
He remembered she’d promised to sleep with him.
But clearly, she hadn’t come to bed at all.
He quickly sat up. "Mi’er!"
No response.
The room was empty.
No trace of the woman.
He picked up his phone to check the time—it was already nine thirty in the morning.
At this hour, she should be at the office.
Perhaps in a meeting.
His finger hesitated, then he closed the dialer.
He sat for a while, frowning slightly, and had just gotten up when the nurse knocked and entered. "Hey, you’re awake?"
"Come, let’s draw blood, check your temperature."
Wen Yanli sat back on the bed, extending his arm cooperatively. As the needle entered his vein, he asked, "Do you know roughly when my girlfriend left?"
"Seems... around eight o’clock."
Just then, his phone, newly returned to normal, rang—it was Jiang Zihao.
He answered with his other hand. Jiang Zihao’s voice came through quickly. "Boss, how much longer until you get to the law firm?"
"Is something up?" he asked directly.
"Yes!" Jiang Zihao glanced inside, took a deep breath, and summarized the situation in a few sentences. "Boss, will you take this case?"
Wen Yanli furrowed his brows in thought for about ten seconds, then lifted his thin lips. "I’ll take it. Have Tong Tong accompany the client to the police, collect evidence. Remember, assign an extra male colleague with them."
"I’ll come straight over!"
The nurse was pressing a cotton ball on his arm, and as he hung up and tried to get up, she cautioned, "Careful, the blood may not have stopped yet."
"Wait, you haven’t checked your temperature."
He grabbed his suit jacket and headed out. "The fever’s down!"
Just now, Jiang Zihao had told him the law firm’s first client this morning was Shen Yanye’s wife, Weng Yuying.
Weng Yuying had specifically requested him as her representative; she wanted to sue Shen Yanye for marital rape.
Outside the door, he found two new faces. "Lawyer Wen, where are you going?"
Wen Yanli instinctively frowned. "Back to the law firm."
They quickly said, "We’ll drive you."
He looked at them deeply and nodded.
...
Meanwhile, at Sihai Tower, 65th floor, conference room.
To prepare for Xu Yu’s mass resignation, Song Mi convened a special meeting.
It had been over half an hour.
Volunteers weren’t lacking, but nobody proposed workable solutions; everyone was at a loss regarding how to solve the operational constraints on the Imperial Capital branch.
This was a targeted meeting, somewhat irregular, and none of the independent business unit heads had been notified.
She did this deliberately, hoping to lure out "Yu Pingsheng."
After another ten minutes, she announced the end of the meeting and left the room.
She had never expected much from this gathering—just wanted to set the stage.
Back in her office, Lin Shen soon came in. "Chairwoman, everything is ready."
Lin Shen stepped forward to let her review the press release.
Song Mi waved her hand, signaling it wasn’t necessary. "Release it in ten minutes."
So, in the coming hours, the scandal that had rocked the internet two days ago would play out again, but this time, the protagonist was Shen Yanfeng.
In fact, Shen Yanlie wasn’t the first oddity in the Shen family.
The first was Shen Yanfeng.
He married Yu Qiuting solely to hide his own orientation.
Thus, Yu Qiuting was nothing but a pitiable beard.
Once Yu Pingsheng learned this, would she still wholeheartedly help her "good brother-in-law" against her?
Over the past two months, she knew exactly what Shen Yanfeng had been up to in secret.
She hadn’t moved against him—not because she couldn’t, but because the time wasn’t right.
Now, she suddenly turned her fire on Shen Yanfeng, actually borrowing a trick from Lu Zhiyuan.
The so-called "returning the favor in kind."
Lu Zhiyuan had exposed the scandal between Tang Lishi and Shen Yanye, clearly intending to frame her, to make Shen Yanye attack her and fight to the death.
His motive, naturally, was to avenge Lu Zhizhi.
Because, at her prompting, Lu Zhiyuan had discovered that the men Lu Zhizhi encountered after Shen Ruming drugged her that night were arranged by Shen Yanye.
Now, her sudden move against Shen Yanfeng was meant to redirect the conflict toward Lu Zhiyuan, so that the Shen brothers would both target him.
Lu Zhiyuan had played so many tricks, and still hoped to remain untouched?
She was utterly enraged by Shen Yanye and Tang Lishi’s actions yesterday—most intolerable was Wen Yanli’s injury for her sake.
She had decided to use the most drastic measures, in the shortest time, to drive every member of the Shen family out of Jinzhou!
Even if it meant sacrificing herself heavily in the process!
Just then, her phone rang—it was Shen Yanye.
Song Mi answered. "Chairwoman, your boyfriend owes me fifty million. When do you plan to pay it back?"