Wang Zhisan saw her grandfather off, while she herself remained at the banquet. She casually found a round table to sit down at, and from time to time, several passing guests enthusiastically greeted her, "Miss Wang, you and Mr. Feng's dance just now was really pleasing to the eye, a perfect match!"

"Miss Wang, your wedding day is approaching soon, isn't it? When do you plan to send out the invitations?"

“...”

Hearing those flattering words, Wang ZhiShan smiled on the surface in response to them, but secretly her slender fingers clenched tightly around the high-heeled red wine glass, watching them, her heart already jealous and about to go mad.

Does everyone think Feng Mu loves her that much?

She thought so too, but just now when she was dancing in the dance floor with Feng Mu, she heard him whispering in her ear, his voice suddenly dropping, coldly reminding her, "Wang Zhisan, I, Feng Mu, have never been a man with a good temper and respects women. This is the last time. If you threaten me with my grandfather next time, I will immediately cancel the engagement!"

Although he responded with a smile, each word was laced with hostility.

Broken Engagement...

The thing she had always kept in mind, seemed like a small matter to Feng Mu. Before, she thought Meng Lan was pitiful, but now it seemed she wasn't much better herself.

A marriage without love is like a hollow pecan. You put in all the effort to crack the shell, but when you open it, there's only disappointment.

"Miss Wang, please don't drink anymore. You won't look good if you drink too much later." Wang Zishan had just taken a sip of red wine when her assistant suddenly walked up and firmly grabbed her arm, stopping her from continuing.

Wang ZhiShan could only put down her wine glass, a wry smile playing on the corner of her lips. As the eldest daughter of the Wang family, she had carried the weight of expectations and strange gazes her entire life. Even drinking a cup of wine wasn't something she could do freely.

"What's up?" her tone laced with annoyance.

At that moment, the assistant glanced around before walking up to her and whispering a few words in her ear. Wang Zhishan's eyes, which had been hazy from alcohol, suddenly lit up. "Are you sure?"

The assistant's lips curled into a wicked smile, rummaging through her bag and handing her a phone. "All the recordings are on here."

Wang Zhisan let out a chuckle from the depths of her heart. She gripped the recorder tightly in her palm, her eyes flashing with malice as she gritted her teeth silently.

Meng Lan, I see you're still trying to turn things around in front of Feng Mu this time!

Don't blame her.

Whoever is to blame, they only have themselves to blame for falling for the same man. She knew that if this were investigated, she would never win the love of this man for life, but so what, she had to secure her position as Mrs. Shao!

……

In the backstage room at this moment, He Hanchuan, Feng Mu, Xiang Wan and the others all had solemn expressions. A bodyguard presented Feng Mu with a weapon adorned with a skull. He glanced at it, his eyes under the golden-rimmed spectacles swirling like a tempestuous sea, “He Hanchuan, you’re really lucky to be alive. Even the ‘Shadow’ organization under the Lanters family wants your life?”

"Lantes? Are you sure?" He Hanchuan's face was grim.

"Well, this kind of weapon could only be made by the Lanters family. Who have you offended?" Feng Mu asked in a low voice, even he, a big shot who was well-connected in both the black and white worlds, had such a solemn expression.

The Lances family?

<<< 向晚 was startled. Although she didn't know much about the underground organization, she had heard of the Lanters family. It was considered one of the top three largest criminal organizations, controlling smuggling and tax evasion in industries such as commerce, entertainment, and food service. In short, they were involved in all sorts of shady dealings, but the government dared not act rashly against them.

More than two decades ago, many major cities were not yet fully under the control of the national government. Organized crime ran rampant, and the streets were chaotic. However, as the country developed, both the black and white worlds reached an agreement to coexist peacefully.

Now, it is an era of peace and prosperity. How could the Lanters family begin to stir up trouble in private?

And the target is still them...

A-Wan couldn't help but glance at He Hanchuan, her lips tightened and walked over to firmly grasp his hand, clinging sweetly to his side. "Is there some misunderstanding? Don't worry first, let's investigate slowly."

He Hanchuan's handsome face was flushed with heat. Under Xiangwan's soothing words, his emotions eased slightly, but his chest still felt tight. His slender fingers unbuttoned a few buttons on his collar.

"Wife, are you afraid?" He brushed a strand of hair that fell over her ear, his deep eyes fixed on her, missing nothing in her subtle expressions...

"I'm not afraid." Xiang Wan shook her head firmly.

He ge a gentle smile on the corners of his lips, but worry unconsciously flickered in his eyes. Yes, he was afraid.

He, He Hanchuan, came over step by step with the blood-stained blade tip. He had never feared death, but now his only fear was that he would be like today, negligent and unable to protect Xiang Wan and the child because of it.

The Lentz family's this hidden, enormous crisis...it's truly terrifying!

Feng Mu, who was standing beside him, was fed a mouthful of dog food, although he didn't feel anything. But seeing He Hanchuan's doting and cowardly look towards his wife, he became angry. He raised his fist and punched him on the shoulder, "Alright, you're not dead yet. Do you want me to get a lawyer over here and draft a will for you first?"

Listening to his words, He Hanchuan's gentleness on his face vanished completely, "Rest assured, I will die behind you."

"Get out!" Feng Mu roared angrily.

The bodyguard brought over a long chair, and He Hanchuan sat down with Xiang Wan in his arms. His slender arms rested on the sofa, and his features, carved like a ghost's handiwork, were extremely charming.

He slightly raised his eyes, hawk-like eyes adding a touch of wisdom, and reminded in a low voice, "Make a deal. Lend me your newly established underground organization 'Night' for a while."

Feng Mu couldn't help but gasp, "He Hanchuan, are you dreaming? A lion with its mouth wide open?"

“If I’m not mistaken, there are thousands of tons of brand-name clothing hidden on the West Port coast. I can help you list them, what do you think?” He Hanchuan’s face was calm, almost without pressure, and his tone was light as he reminded.

“......” Feng Mu clenched his fist, loosened it, then clenched it again. After half a day of internal struggle, he said, “Deal!” But his heart still ached fiercely. This rascal!

He was a true "little abacus," If it weren't for the fact that this batch of goods could really bring him huge profits, he wouldn't have agreed even after repeatedly asking He Hanchuan before.

Towards the side, Yanan watched silently. Though she didn't understand anything about these so-called underground organizations they were talking about, seeing the pained expressions on those two big men, it was estimated that neither of them got any good deal.

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