Chapter 213 If their precious child can't recover, then they'll all die together.

But Ning Yiman pounced on him and blocked his way.

Ning Yiman disregarded everything else and immediately introduced herself to the person.

"Aunt Yan, it's me. My name is Ning Yiman, my father's name is Ning Mohui, and Bi Yatong is my cousin! I attended Yan Heyan's birthday party before, do you remember?"

This time.

Yan Liti stopped walking.

but--

She didn't meet Yan Liti's gaze when she saw an acquaintance, but rather a chilling, bone-deep look that seemed to want to devour her.

Ning Yiman was so frightened that she subconsciously took a step back.

Then, Ning Yiman was arrested.

Yan Liti didn't remember Ning Yiman, but upon hearing Bi Yatong's name, she naturally began to suspect that Ning Yiman was there to follow them.

Is her baby's disappearance related to that family again?

An hour later, Shen Qingrong, who was still recuperating in the hospital in Kyoto, was also dragged into the interrogation room by Shen Qingyan's men.

When Shen Qingyan's men went to arrest him, Shen Qingrong had just finished using the toilet with Bi Yatong's help, and his pants weren't even pulled up yet.

Ignoring the bodyguards guarding the door and Bi Yatong screaming for help, the group dragged the person out without caring whether they would kill them.

Yes, it doesn't matter.

Now that things have progressed to this point, neither Shen Qingyan nor Yan Liti have any more concerns.

The reason I wanted to take things slowly before was not because I couldn't bring myself to do it to Shen Qingrong, nor because I lacked the ability to kill him.

Instead, they all wanted to stay alive so they could live a good life with their precious children.

It's not worth sacrificing yourself for a scumbag like Shen Qingrong.

But now,

Their treasures are all gone, their fate unknown.

What else do they have to worry about?

If their baby can't get better, then everyone should die together!

They don't care anymore, they don't care about anything.

This idea was the first thing that popped into Yan Liti's head after she woke up and Ning Yiman revealed her identity.

Six hours after Qiao Qiao went missing.

Two hours after Shen Qingrong was arrested, Yan Liti received a call from Shen Tuo.

Shen Tuo on the other end of the phone was furious.

"Shen Qingyan, what's wrong with you! Do you know what you're doing! Do you even care about your clothes anymore! You immediately have someone release Shen Qingrong!"

But Yan Liti responded with an even more hysterical roar and shriek.

"Release them?! Shen Tuo, have you lost your mind?!"

"What on earth makes you so determined to side with that bastard!"

After shouting those two sentences, Yan Liti's tone became strange again.

"Now I'm starting to reasonably suspect that bastard might be your illegitimate son! That's why you keep distrusting your wife and your own son, and insisting on protecting that bastard!"

"However, none of that matters anymore," Yan Liti scoffed, her voice icy cold.

"Tell Shen Qingrong that if he did it, he'd better send it back to me right now!"

"If not, then from this moment on, pray fervently that my baby will return unharmed. Otherwise... I will personally go and finish him off and his entire family! You can try if you don't believe me!"

Shen Tuo, sitting opposite Yan Liti, was stunned by Yan Liti's venomous words.

When he finally found his voice, his tone unconsciously softened: "Xiao Ti, don't talk nonsense..."

Thinking of what she had just said, she asked with concern, "What did you mean by what you just said? What's wrong with the child?"

"What's wrong? You should go and ask your good nephew!"

Shen Tuo thought she was referring to the matter of Shen Qingrong hiding the letter.

She softened her tone and said, "Xiaoti, Qingrong was indeed wrong in this matter, but the two children are innocent. Xiaolu has a heart condition, and Xiaoli..."

"Hahahaha...hahahahahaha..."

Yan Liti's maniacal laughter interrupted Shen Tuo's next words once again.

Yan Liti laughed as if she had gone mad.

After laughing, she spoke sarcastically.

"Chen Tuo, how did you even survive until now? Did you fall headfirst into a latrine when you were a kid? Is that why your brain is full of shit now?!"

"Shen Qingrong has two dead children, one with a heart condition and the other with a kidney condition. Tell me, why did he hide the letter and keep it from us so that we wouldn't know about Qingyan's child?"

"Shen Tuo, Chief Shen, please use your bald, shit-brained head to think this through!"

Hearing Yan Liti's accusations over the phone, word by word, Shen Tuo no longer cared about how his usually elegant wife had become someone who spoke such foul language.

His mind was filled with the question, "Shen Qingrong has two dead children, one with a heart condition and the other with a kidney condition. Tell me, why did he hide the letter and keep it from us so we wouldn't know about Qingyan's child?"

I felt waves of darkness spreading before my eyes.

He knew that Shen Qingrong was doing this for personal gain.

However, he never thought about it that way...

Upon realizing the hidden meaning behind Yan Liti's words, Shen Tuo's vision went black, and he completely fainted.

Hearing the commotion, Yan Liti on the other end of the phone, facing the anxious voice of Shen Tuo's bodyguard, only sneered: "Dead? No need to inform us of your death. We won't be going back for the funeral!"

He hung up the phone with a snap after saying that.

——

the next day.

When Qiao Qiao woke up, it was already broad daylight.

She opened her eyes and saw a dark shadow cast in front of her.

Turning my head, I saw a handsome young man with a wheat-colored face.

It is about inflammation.

"Oh, little sister, you're awake? Do you want your big brother to help you get dressed?" Tan Yan was lying by the bed reading a comic book when he saw Qiao Qiao open her eyes and immediately looked over with delight.

He missed the feeling of touching Qiao Qiao's face last night, but before his sister got up, she warned him repeatedly that if he dared to wake his sister, she would beat him to death!

Although Tan Yan is a boy, his fighting skills are clearly inferior to his older sister's.

I had no choice but to agree.

But now that Qiao Qiao has woken up, he thinks it shouldn't be a problem for him to poke her.

But just as his outstretched hand reached mid-air, he was struck by a force from behind and lurched forward.

His hand also involuntarily poked at Qiao Qiao's eyeballs.

Startled, Qiao Qiao immediately stuck out her little bottom and hid behind like a caterpillar.

"Brother Xiaoyan, Brother Xiaoyan, you're back!"

The boy who knocked Tan Yan headfirst into the quilt was also a little boy.

The little boy was not tall, about eight or nine years old, with dark skin, but his features were very good, especially when he smiled, he had two deep dimples on his face, which were very handsome.

Judging from his appearance, he seems to be a cheerful and lively little boy.

However, Qiao Qiao didn't have a good impression of the person at first glance, thanks to Xiao Yuan's prompting in her mind.