BXBX NOVEL Chapter 479: The Flower Vase
Chapter 479: Chapter 479: The Flower Vase
"You\'re lying! You\'re lying! You\'re just afraid of what others might say! You can\'t possibly not love me!" Yoo Yeon-hee suddenly shouted.
Park Jung-hoon, about to sit down, furrowed his brow and sneered, "Afraid of what others say? If I cared, I wouldn\'t have started anything with you in the first place. I can only say that you\'re too conceited. Yes, you\'re very beautiful, but I don\'t need a world-class beauty. Yoo Yeon-hee, my patience has limits. Don\'t test them."
"You... you dare... it\'s impossible! You traveled all the way to Zhonghai; wasn\'t it to see me?!" Yoo Yeon-hee screamed.
Realizing something, Yoo Yeon-hee turned her head and saw Yang Chen standing at the doorway, watching the drama unfold with a smile.
Seeing Yang Chen, Yoo Yeon-hee\'s eyes suddenly lit up with realization. She quickly turned back to Park Jung-hoon.
"So that\'s how it is..." Yoo Yeon-hee muttered to herself, then burst into a self-mocking laugh.
"Hahaha! So that\'s how it is, Park Jung-hoon..." Yoo Yeon-hee laughed hysterically, then abruptly stopped and shot a venomous glare at Yang Chen before turning to Park Jung-hoon, "You have a sharp nose, but don\'t get too cocky. I\'m not stupid, and neither are others. Park Jung-hoon, I will make you crawl back to me. When that time comes, I\'ll make you lick my toes."
A cold glint flashed in Park Jung-hoon\'s eyes. "Madwoman, I have no idea what you\'re talking about."
With that, Park Jung-hoon signaled his bodyguards to get into the car and sat back in the middle of the Mercedes.
Rolling down the window, Park Jung-hoon gave Yang Chen a polite smile, "Mr. Yang, please don\'t let that madwoman affect your mood. I hope to gain your sincere help, and I promise a generous reward."
Yang Chen grinned, "No worries," he said, waving goodbye.
Once Park Jung-hoon and his entourage had left, Yoo Yeon-hee shot Yang Chen a resentful look, then coldly smiled and got back into her Maserati, speeding off.
Yang Chen yawned, finding the scene dull. Turning around, he saw Lin Ruoxi standing at the door, quietly watching him.
As he walked back into the house, Yang Chen joked, "Ruoxi dear, you missed quite a show. You usually love watching Korean dramas, and this was a real-life one."
"What were they talking about?" Lin Ruoxi asked directly, ignoring Yang Chen\'s joke.
Since Park Jung-hoon and Yoo Yeon-hee spoke in Korean, Lin Ruoxi couldn\'t understand them.
Yang Chen shrugged, "Just the usual about a heartless man and a passionate woman, turning love into hate. Who knows? These things are always complicated."
Lin Ruoxi nodded, her face showing a hint of melancholy. She sighed softly and said, "I think something is off about this."
"What do you mean \'off\'?" Yang Chen asked, smiling as he stood at the door.
Lin Ruoxi\'s eyes held a touch of suspicion, a hint of warmth replacing her usual cold demeanor.
"I always feel that Park Jung-hoon\'s motives are not that simple, and Yoo Yeon-hee\'s background isn\'t straightforward either. Although I haven\'t investigated it, there must be some other connection between them. Zhenxiu is very emotionally unstable right now, and there are some things I can\'t say in front of her, but I have a bad feeling," Lin Ruoxi said softly.
A clear understanding flickered in Yang Chen\'s eyes. He suppressed the smile on his lips and snorted lightly, "If it were that simple, that would be strange."
Lin Ruoxi looked up, doubtfully, "Did you already notice something?" She brought this up mainly to get confirmation from Yang Chen. She knew he wouldn\'t appear as shallow as he seemed.
Yang Chen didn\'t hide anything and frankly said, "I initially wanted to just let it be, since they don\'t seem like particularly important people. But since you, my dear Ruoxi, want me to spell it out, I\'ll be straightforward.
I refuse to believe that the rulers of an international conglomerate worth over a billion dollars would willingly hand over power to a girl under twenty, who knows nothing and has been lost abroad since childhood. Park Jung-hoon appears flawless, but his words are utterly unbelievable.
However, because his act is flawless, we have no reason to prevent Zhenxiu from returning to Korea. Even if she says now that she doesn\'t want to go back, it doesn\'t mean she won\'t change her mind later. Blood is thicker than water. As for whether Xingyue Group is Zhenxiu\'s home, I don\'t doubt it much."
A cold gleam flashed in Lin Ruoxi\'s eyes, "Why would they do this? Is there something about Zhenxiu that they covet? Hasn\'t she suffered enough?"
"I don\'t know. It seems that Zhenxiu is very important to Park Jung-hoon. As you mentioned, he\'s a director at Xingyue, managing many aspects of the group. Someone like him, a perfect performer, wouldn\'t easily reveal the real reason for finding Zhenxiu," Yang Chen said with a laugh, shaking his head. "I\'m more curious about the relationship between Yoo Yeon-hee and Park Jung-hoon. I can\'t believe he would like someone like her. Even if they broke up, I don\'t think they should have started in the first place."
Lin Ruoxi didn\'t think it was worth pursuing further. She gave Yang Chen a sidelong glance and said, "I felt Zhenxiu shouldn\'t go with Park Jung-hoon earlier, so I didn\'t intervene much. I protected Zhenxiu and had you see him off. In hindsight, it might have been impolite, but it was necessary. Hopefully, he won\'t come back to disturb Zhenxiu. But it\'s unbelievable that Zhenxiu\'s background is so significant."
Yang Chen thought to himself, \'Your husband\'s background is much more interesting than that,\' but he didn\'t say anything. He laughed it off and walked back into the house, "Darling, don\'t think too much. Let\'s have dinner."
Lin Ruoxi turned around, exasperated, and said, "So many things don\'t make sense, and all you think about is eating. Zhenxiu is still upstairs crying, and you don\'t even go to comfort her. All you do is eat, eat, eat..."
Yang Chen scratched his ear, pretending not to hear, which made Lin Ruoxi grit her teeth in frustration.
Meanwhile, in Yandu, the capital defense district\'s First Hospital.
In a luxurious private ward, the setting sun\'s rays slanted through the large glass windows, casting countless fibers of light into the room, creating a fairytale-like glow. However, this did little to lift the spirits of those inside.
On a spacious hospital bed, a man with a bandaged head sat propped up, his eyes filled with gloom. An obsequious old butler stood nearby, trembling as he kept watch.
The room\'s television was broadcasting political news, but the volume was turned down to the lowest level, indicating that no one was interested in its content.
Suddenly, without any warning, the injured man on the bed sat up abruptly, grabbed the remote control beside him, and hurled it at the television screen with all his might!
"Bang!"
The screen shattered with a loud crash, emitting a burst of static before going completely dark.
At that moment, the two black-clad bodyguards at the door bowed as if to greet someone.
A tall, imposing man dressed in a white coat, looking like a doctor, appeared at the door.
The man wore black, thin-framed glasses, and his shoulder-length hair was unkempt. His face, dotted with stubble, exuded a rugged charm. His white coat was stained with various colorful smudges, and he wore old black boots. His expression was stiff, and his face, like a wax statue, showed no sign of color.
As the man in the white coat entered the room, he saw the television screen completely destroyed but showed no reaction. He merely glanced at it before continuing to the bedside.
The man on the bed swallowed nervously when he saw the white-coated man approach. His eyes revealed a mix of fear and anxiety. Finally, he called out softly, "Brother, you... you\'re here."
The man in the white coat did not respond directly but instead said, "Still alive, huh?"
The man on the bed fell silent immediately. His hands clenched into fists, his body trembling with a suppressed rage he dared not express.
The old butler quickly interjected, "Master, Second Young Master was beaten by that unreasonable Yang family brat. You must seek justice for him."
The man in the white coat remained expressionless, his eyes cold as he regarded the trembling figure on the bed. The tension in the room was palpable, with the unspoken threat hanging in the air.
The man in the white coat was none other than the eldest son of the Yan family, known to outsiders as the scientific genius Yan Bu Wen.
Yan Bu Wen completely ignored the old butler\'s tearful complaints and continued to stare mechanically at Yan Bu Xue, saying, "The people of the Yang family, regardless of whether they are legitimate or not, are not for you to provoke. Remember what I said."
"Why?!" Yan Bu Xue suddenly looked up, shouting angrily, "That old bastard Yang Gong Ming has long lost his power. The Yang family only has Yang Po Jun left, and now with the scandal, even his wife has left him. He can\'t achieve anything significant! Why should our Yan family be inferior to the Yang family?! What right do they have to be one of the Four Great Families?! Yan Bu Wen, despite being praised like a god by outsiders, are you really such a coward?!"
Yan Bu Wen didn\'t respond. Instead, he looked around and picked up a decorative vase from the bedside table.
"Crash!"
With a crisp sound, the vase shattered over Yan Bu Xue\'s head!
The old butler let out a scream but couldn\'t stop it in time.
Yan Bu Xue was stunned, feeling as if his soul had left his body. He felt a warm liquid trickle down from his head.
The white bandage wrapped around his head was now dyed red with blood.
"First of all, as long as Yang Gong Ming is alive, the Yang family remains one of the Four Great Families. Secondly, you should address me as \'brother,\' not by my name. Lastly, whether I\'m a coward or not is not for you to judge."
Having said that, Yan Bu Wen threw the remaining vase shards to the ground.
Suddenly, he noticed that his own hand had been cut by the vase shards, with some bright red blood seeping out.
Frowning slightly, Yan Bu Wen brought his right hand to his mouth, licked the blood with his tongue, swallowed it, and then stuffed his hand back into the large pocket of his coat.
As he turned to leave the ward, Yan Bu Wen seemed to murmur to himself, "If you were beaten to death, it might not be a bad thing after all."