Chapter 1131: His Story

"You!"

Yan Zhengxiong’s face changed instantly when he heard Yan Kejun’s words.

His originally kindly and amiable expression turned fierce in a moment.

But soon, he calmed his demeanor, took a deep breath, and with patience said, "Yes, I’ve already heard from my people about Song Yinyin’s near miscarriage."

So, uncle already knew.

Yan Kejun closed his eyes briefly, looked up at the increasingly dark and overcast sky outside, faintly noticing the wind.

The wind seemed not to be blowing on the earth, but on him, leaving him hopeless as if even a child with a small bamboo stick could pierce him.

"I feel like I’m ridiculous, I’ve done so many things and ended up hurting the woman I love most. Not only did she not leave Lu Jihan, but she’s even more inseparable from him!"

Yan Kejun hung his head, full of regret.

Yan Zhengxiong narrowed his eyes, seeing his wavering again, and suddenly felt a kind of anger at his inability to live up to expectations.

But he didn’t show it.

He walked slowly to Yan Kejun’s side, raised his hand to lightly pat his shoulder, and said, "There’s gain and loss, as I’ve said before, whether you succeed in revenge depends on whether you’re willing to sacrifice everything for hatred."

"But... is it really worth it?"

He had just begun to act, and Song Yinyin had almost miscarried, which threatened her life.

If there is a next time...

He’s not sure if he can guarantee Song Yinyin’s safety.

Song Yinyin refuses to leave Lu Jihan...

What should he do?!

He raised his hand to rub his brow, clenching his teeth tightly: "I feel like I’ve lost something more important for revenge."

Yan Zhengxiong said, "Song Yinyin is just temporarily enchanted by Lu Jihan, after all, they are married and now have a second child. But their feelings aren’t deep, how could they compare to ten years of childhood friendship between you two?"

After a brief pause, he heavily patted Yan Kejun’s back and said:

"If you defeat Lu Jihan and leave him with nothing, Song Yinyin will naturally realize who’s truly suitable for her."

Is that so?

Is that really the case?

Yan Kejun took a deep breath, yet his chest felt as if it was pressed down by a thousand-pound boulder, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Seeing his unpleasant expression, Yan Zhengxiong stirred his emotions and reasoning further.

"Kejun, I actually had similar experiences to yours, I once had a woman I liked, she advised me not to lose myself for revenge, but to let go. She wanted me to learn to tolerate and live peacefully. I also thought of giving up for her, but..."

Yan Kejun listened, subconsciously grabbing Yan Zhengxiong’s arm.

Clearly, the story Yan Zhengxiong fabricated moved him and piqued his interest.

He couldn’t wait to know the answer.

"So, uncle, what happened to you both?"

Yan Zhengxiong shook his head: "Because of my temporary soft heart, I lost her in the process of executing a plan."

Yan Kejun’s heart skipped a beat.

"Uncle, your beloved woman was..."

"She died, I accidentally killed her."

"..."

Yan Kejun froze, his dark eyes wide open, looking at his uncle in disbelief.

Yan Zhengxiong’s sharp eyes squinted, jaw tightened, eyes bloodshot.

As if recalling years of pain, his face turned leaden, and after holding back for a long time, he finally spoke slowly—