"Jianteng, the doctor said that the baby inside me is a son." Yanyan clung to the man’s arm, shaking it incessantly, as if he were her lifeline, trying desperately to change his mind. Little did she know, the moment Mrs. Su heard the word "son," a sinister expression crossed her face. Seeing the red-eyed image of the vixen in front of her, Mrs. Su felt a sense of relief. Su Jianteng was a selfish man with no lack of sons, but rather a great ambition in his career. Mrs. Su quietly watched the two of them, eagerly awaiting the man’s response. On the sofa, Su Jianteng’s face was gloomy. Before him was the warmth of tenderness, Yanyan covering her mouth to stifle her sobs. As Su Jianteng looked at the usually gentle and considerate woman before him, he couldn’t help but feel a hint of pity. He pressed his lips together, raised his dark, inky eyes, and spoke with a hint of comfort in his voice, "Yanyan, be good, this time just..." "I don’t want to hear it, I don’t want to hear it..." Yanyan’s eyes were red, her tear-filled eyes staring unblinkingly at the man before her. Upon seeing his cold and merciless face, her heart sank to the bottom. After all these years with him, she knew all too well that once he made a decision, it was almost impossible to change it. Two streams of tears slid down her cheeks as she stood up, her legs nearly giving way beneath her. It wasn’t until the man’s hand steadied her by her arm that she regained her balance. "Yanyan, don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you in the future." Seeing the woman heartbroken, a sliver of reluctance flashed through Su Jianteng’s heart. "Jianteng..." Yanyan cried out, throwing herself into the man’s embrace. Su Jianteng turned his head and glanced at his wife. Noticing her disdainful expression, he finally raised his hand to pull Yanyan into his arms, "Honey, don’t cry now, rest assured, I’ll definitely make it up to you." Watching the two of them all lovey-dovey, Mrs. Su stood up abruptly, ready to leave. Seeing this, Su Jianteng quickly helped the woman in his arms to sit back on the sofa, then glanced to the side, "Auntie, please help Yanyan to rest for a while." Auntie, quick-witted and nimble, stepped forward immediately. Yanyan glanced at the man but dared not look at the dignified Mrs. Su. After Auntie helped Yanyan leave, Su Jianteng eagerly approached his wife, "Xiaohui, how about I accompany you to the Meng Family first?" "Su Jianteng, do you think I’m a fool?" Mrs. Su glanced at him, "If you don’t get rid of this bastard, it’s impossible for me to visit my sister’s house." The smile at the corner of Su Jianteng’s mouth froze in that instant. Thinking of the fact that if he got the "Jianjia Alley" project, his business blueprint would ascend to a new level, his heart began to surge with excitement. "Just give me a little more time." Su Jianteng’s eyes darkened as he started planning for what lay ahead. The child in Yanyan’s belly, though he was quite eager for it before, but now, for the sake of his career, he could only... give it up. "Then come find me once this matter is settled." Mrs. Su said and then walked towards the door. Seeing this, Su Jianteng followed behind her, "I’ll handle this as soon as possible, but you must keep your word." As he said this, a shadow crossed his face. They reached the doorway, and Su Jianteng’s heart skipped a beat seeing the pried-open door lock. His wife was ruthless in doing things, so it was no surprise she found Yanyan’s place. "That depends on my mood." As Mrs. Su finished, she stepped out toward the front door. Su Jianteng tried hard to suppress his anger, watching her leave, and when he saw her standing by the elevator, he remembered what he had seen not long ago and added, "Recently, I saw my brother-in-law near our new building." The elevator door slowly opened, and Mrs. Su was about to step inside when she heard the man’s words, causing her to freeze in place, withdrawing her foot. "What did you just say?" Mrs. Su quickly walked up to him, "Say it again." Seeing his wife suddenly returning, confusion flickered in Su Jianteng’s eyes, but he repeated, "I saw my brother-in-law." Mrs. Su’s eyes were eager as she looked at him. "Beside our newly constructed building." Su Jianteng found the woman before him somewhat unfamiliar. Not wanting the man to notice her unusual behavior, Mrs. Su lowered her head, a hint of panic appearing on her face, "When did you see him?" Su Jianteng thought for a moment, "Two or three hours ago." Official source ıs 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝕟𝕖𝕥 "Did he... was he alone?" Mrs. Su hid one hand behind her back, tightly clutching her clothing to alleviate the anxiety in her heart. After thinking, Su Jianteng nodded, "Yes." Mrs. Su stood still for a few seconds before quietly turning around to leave without a word. Watching her leave in a trance, Su Jianteng’s eyes wavered, feeling something wasn’t right but couldn’t pinpoint it immediately. He raised his hand to scratch his head, trying to brush off the restless feeling in his heart. Thinking of the woman inside the room he still needed to console, he forced a smile and headed back inside. As Mrs. Su stepped out of the elevator, she hurriedly took out her phone. Her hands trembling, she opened the screen lock and dialed a number. When the call wasn’t answered, she continued dialing. The driver saw her coming over and opened the car door for her. The car drove out of the underground parking lot, but the call remained unanswered. Mrs. Su looked toward the driver, a dark glint in her eyes, "Old Hu, head to An Ying’s place." "Okay," Old Hu replied without asking further questions. The car quickly merged into the traffic. Aunt Zhang sat on the sofa with her hands covering her ears. An Ying, sitting beside her, noticed her expression and a faint smile appeared on her exquisite face. "So noisy," Aunt Zhang’s most frequently uttered complaint throughout the day. As she complained once more, An Ying quickly reassured her, "Grandma Wu’s apartment isn’t that big, the renovations won’t take long." "My thoughts are just the opposite," Aunt Zhang replied with a troubled look, "When I walked past her place while buying groceries, I heard her talking to the renovation workers. She was nit-picking, and if they dared to talk back, Grandma Wu would start nagging them nonstop. I reckon the workers won’t last long. They might even strike." Grandma Wu, over the years, had become quite the chatterbox—a fact known throughout the neighborhood. "The state of Grandma Wu’s house is partly my fault," An Ying said, lowering her eyes. Hearing this, Aunt Zhang became more anxious, "You’re just too kind-hearted. On the first day of the renovation, I went to have a look. Although there were indeed signs of water leakage on her ceiling, it wasn’t as bad as she made it out to be." Grandma Wu tended to exaggerate, a trait known by everyone in the complex.