spring bite mark

Chapter 235 The Treasonous Document
Xie Yuheng didn't take it seriously at first.

But when Yan Changye placed a large stack of photocopies of documents in front of him, he only flipped through two or three copies before his expression turned extremely ugly.

"Have you forgotten that you also have the surname Xie?" His voice was cold and stern, with a hint of an elder's reprimand. "These things you signed will destroy most of the Xie family's foundation."

Yan Changye sat down lazily opposite Xie Yuheng, his voice indifferent:
"They could be the Xie family's death warrant, or they could be just a few stacks of waste paper. It all depends on what Uncle chooses."

Xie Yuheng stared at him coldly, without saying a word.

Yan Changye continued speaking:
"I'm not very career-minded, but I'm obsessed with love. I really cherish my wife, and I know what my uncle is thinking. So I'll make this clear: if my wife and I separate, no matter the reason or whether it's a separation by life or death, I'll hold you responsible. And the original copies of these documents will take effect the moment my wife and I separate."

He poured himself a cup of tea: "The shares I hold, and the privileges that come with being the CEO of Xie's Group, will become the executioner's knife of Xie's Group, taking most of its business empire with my love. Of course, if my wife and I live happily ever after, these documents will never see the light of day."

Xie Yuheng remained silent for a long time, then coldly uttered a low rebuke:
"absurd!"

"I've always been absurd."

Yan Changye ignored him, picked up Jiang Manman, and left arrogantly.

Jiang Manman woke up in the afternoon.

"How did I end up back at Yushui Bay?" She rubbed her head, feeling somewhat dazed. "I was clearly chatting with the antique shop owner when I drifted off to sleep..."

Yan Changye gently massaged her temples with his long, slender fingers, and casually asked, "Xie Yuheng was also at the antique shop. Did you see him?"

Jiang Manman was stunned: "No, I only met the antique shop owner, and we got so engrossed in our conversation that I drifted off to sleep—what's wrong with me?"

Yan Changye felt slightly guilty:
"The family doctor just came by. He said that my wife is extremely tired and lacks energy."

Jiang Manman stared at him blankly: "Huh?"

Yan Changye changed to a more easily understood explanation: "We did too much."

Jiang Manman: "..."

Yan Changye kissed her on the cheek: "It was my fault, I'm sorry. The kitchen has prepared bird's nest soup. After we finish eating, I will personally see Madam off at the airport."

Private jets fly directly to Beijing.

In Jiangyue Prefecture, Li Ke had just seen off several groups of renowned fortune tellers from the capital. Turning back, he whispered to Xie Yuheng:
"Miss Jiang flew back to the capital this afternoon. Boss, how are you?"

Xie Yuheng is not doing very well.

After returning from Taikoo Street, he stayed in his study without saying a word.

Following his instructions, Li Ke summoned many fortune tellers to Jiangyue Prefecture.

When the fortune tellers entered, and almost all of them gave the same explanation as Mr. Ning, the BOSS's face turned even worse, becoming deathly pale.

“BOSS…” Li Ke was still worried. “The next few plans will require your timely instructions. Otherwise, you should get some sleep first, and I will notify you once Miss Jiang’s plane from the capital to Milan takes off.”

Xie Yuheng's voice was indifferent: "Get out."

Li Ke respectfully withdrew.

Even though his own boss was confident of victory, after taking a trip to Taikoo Street and meeting Miss Jiang, he seemed to have lost a layer of his soul.

The big boss is caught in a love triangle, and watching it... is really upsetting.

The night was deep and oppressive, making it hard to breathe.

Inside the study, Xie Yuheng did not turn on the lights. In the darkness, he remained motionless, like a statue, his eyes darker than the night.

He used to feel heartbroken for half a day even if she just had a cut on her finger, but now, because of his own selfish desires, he wants her to suffer from hypnosis every day, causing her to become mentally unstable and suffer mental damage.
She was already living a smooth and successful life. Why would she really have to change to a life of misery just to fulfill her long-held obsession?

Love cannot be obtained.

But more than unrequited love, he didn't want her to spend her life in fear and anxiety because of him...

A sharp, throbbing pain shot through my heart.

The pain caused spasms.

At five o'clock in the morning, Li Ke knocked on the door again: "Boss, Miss Jiang is about to board a plane at the Imperial Capital International Airport, on her private jet. Our people are ready, and I've come to confirm the final instructions with you."

As dawn broke, Xie Yuheng was completely enveloped in the backlighting and shadows of the French windows in his study, remaining silent for a long time.

Li Ke spoke again: "BOSS?"

Xie Yuheng remained silent for several more minutes before finally raising his hand and giving the order in a hoarse voice:
"Operation canceled."

Li Ke was taken aback: "Boss, what did you say?"

"Cancel," Xie Yuheng said calmly. "All actions, those targeting her and those targeting Xie Yunxi, are canceled."

Li Ke was quite surprised and hesitated, "Boss, are you sure?"

After so much painstaking preparation and countless funds being spent on this plan, to stop it so easily now—even with money, one shouldn't be so reckless…

Even as an observer, Li Ke felt a pang of pain. He paused, trying to salvage the BOSS's attitude:

"Boss, how about we keep these plans for now, in case you suddenly change your mind someday..."

"No need to keep them, destroy them all," Xie Yuheng said calmly.

He dared not risk having Xie Yunxi destroy the Xie family's financial empire.

He was even more reluctant to let her go, and all he brought her for the rest of her life was tears.

Then...

Let's make a graceful exit.

Li Ke remained silent for a while before replying, "Okay, BOSS."

In the evening, after checking his watch several times, Yan Changye finally received news that Jiang Manman had arrived safely in Milan.

A smile played in his eyes as he held his phone and sent her a message:
Y: [Well then, I wish my darling wife a wonderful time!]

Jiang Manman seemed to be quite busy, and didn't reply to him after sending the message.

Yan Changye opened his phone's photo album and looked at Jiang Manman's recent photos for a while. He hadn't seen her for only a day, but he was already missing her again.

Shen Zongqian pushed open the door and entered, his expression somewhat complicated. He brought out a document:
"Boss, Xie Yuheng has sent Li Ke to deliver an agreement that requires your personal signature."

Yan Changye's peach blossom eyes showed impatience: "He has more authority than me. He can sign off on work-related matters. Why bother me with this?"

"It's not a work document, it's a gift agreement." Shen Zongqian had just read the document three or four times, and the strange feeling in his heart hadn't subsided yet. "Mandao Island has been given to Yan Yu and Xie Jian by Xie Yuheng. As the guardian of the two young masters, your signature is required."

Yan Changye: "..."

Was Xie Yuheng terrified by his own treasonous documents?
Not so much.

So, did Xie Yuheng suddenly realize something, or has he been misunderstanding him all along?
After pondering for a moment, Yan Changye picked up the document and began to read it.

The gift document included photos of Man Island and its villa complex. Man Island boasts beautiful scenery and a strong traditional Chinese style, while the villa complex is also exquisitely designed, with many details perfectly suited to Jiang Manman's tastes.

"The documents have all been reviewed, no problems?" He raised an eyebrow.

Shen Zongqian solemnly replied, "It has been reviewed, there are no hidden issues, it is a genuine and valid gift document, and it will take effect immediately after you sign it."

Yan Changye picked up the pen, twirled it between his fingers for a moment, chuckled, and then signed his name.

Some things don't need to be said explicitly.

But those who are meant to understand will understand.

With his nerves relaxed after days of tension, Yan Changye once again instructed Shen Zongqian: "Arrange a flight for me tomorrow night, a direct flight from the port to Milan."

Shen Zongqian was taken aback: "By the time you arrive, the exhibition should have already ended."

"It's alright," Yan Changye said slowly. "My wife might prefer to add the finishing touches rather than participate in the whole process."

(End of this chapter)