My whirlwind marriage partner is a wealthy CEO

Chapter 196 Stop Your Hypocrisy

Just then, a figure suddenly appeared at the door of the ward.

He was a man of extraordinary bearing, with an upright posture and a stern face. Zhu Yahan took a closer look and realized that it was Mr. Yan.

"I've already taken care of your discharge procedures." Mr. Yan's deep and magnetic voice echoed in the ward.

Zhu Yahan raised her head, looked at him coldly, and said in a detached tone, "This is my private matter, and you don't need to worry about it."

Mr. Yan, however, paid no attention to her attitude. He slowly walked into the ward and said, "I didn't mean anything by it. I just came to see how badly you were hurt. And to get you used to what life might be like in the future."

Upon hearing this, a hint of suspicion flashed in Zhu Yahan's eyes, and she questioned, "Are you thinking of changing your mind?"

Mr. Yan raised an eyebrow slightly, looking at her with a firm gaze: "I just want to marry you as a person; it doesn't matter what your face looks like."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yahan suddenly reached out and grabbed Mr. Yan's hand, saying in a serious tone, "I have one condition that you must agree to."

Mr. Yan looked at her, a faint smile playing on his lips: "What are the conditions? If I'm in a good mood, I might agree."

Zhu Yahan looked at his smile, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in her eyes, but she quickly concealed it, her gaze returning to its lifeless state.

At this moment, Zhu Yahan was filled with a myriad of thoughts. She suddenly realized how naive she had been; her relationship with Mr. Yan was nothing more than mutual exploitation.

She felt that Mr. Yan had only come here today to see her make a fool of herself and to see if she could get through this ordeal.

If she becomes depressed, Mr. Yan might not hesitate to take away her 20% share.

"Are you thinking of taking back your idea?" Mr. Yan's voice rang out again, interrupting her thoughts.

Zhu Yahan took a deep breath and said, "Take me home."

Mr. Yan chuckled and asked in return, "Which family?"

Zhu Yahan's expression froze instantly. She looked up at Mr. Yan again, her eyes full of confusion: "What do you mean?"

Mr. Yan stared intently at Zhu Yahan, his eyes revealing a complex emotion. After observing her carefully for a while, he slowly spoke, his voice low and mysterious: "During your hospitalization, the outside world has undergone earth-shattering changes."

A hint of urgency flashed across Zhu Yahan's previously lifeless eyes.

She suddenly looked up, staring intently at Mr. Yan, and asked urgently, "What changes? Tell me quickly!"

Mr. Yan's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile, and he said unhurriedly, "You don't know yet, do you? The Wan family has been shut down, and the core leaders of the Wan family have all been arrested. As for your father, he has already fled, and the police have not found him yet."

Upon hearing this news, a hint of pleasure flashed in Zhu Yahan's eyes. She snorted coldly, "Hmph, Zhu Shigou and Wan Qingsha's backer has finally fallen. It's just a pity I couldn't witness this scene."

Mr. Yan looked at Zhu Yahan, frowned slightly, and then said, "In that case, why don't I take you back to my place? You need someone to take care of you in your current condition."

Upon hearing this, a hint of wariness flashed in Zhu Yahan's eyes. She immediately retorted, "What about the Zhu family? Has the Zhu family's property been seized?"

Mr. Yan shook his head and said, "The Zhu family has not been sealed off yet, but your father, Zhu Shigou, fled out of guilt, which is likely to trigger further investigations."

Zhu Yahan refused Mr. Yan's suggestion without hesitation, saying firmly, "No need, just take me back to the Zhu family."

Watching Zhu Yahan turn and leave, Mr. Yan thought to himself: This woman is truly strong-willed. Having gone through so much, she can still remain so calm. It seems I can't underestimate her; I must always be vigilant from now on.

Thinking of this, Mr. Yan quickly caught up with Zhu Yahan. He reached out his hand, trying to help her in a gentlemanly manner, but Zhu Yahan shook him off.

"Stop your hypocrisy, I don't need it," Zhu Yahan said coldly, then strode forward.

Mr. Yan was not angry; he just smiled helplessly and then personally drove Zhu Yahan back to the Zhu family home.

The car stopped in front of the Zhu family's house, and Zhu Yahan opened the car door to get out.

Just then, Mr. Yan suddenly called out to her, "Wait a moment, I have something to give you."

Zhu Yahan turned her head in confusion and looked at Mr. Yan.

Mr. Yan took a bottle of sleeping pills from the car, handed it to her, and said, "I was worried you weren't sleeping well, this might help you."

Zhu Yahan frowned and subconsciously refused, "I don't need it."

Mr. Yan said unhurriedly, "The dosage of this medicine is enough to be fatal."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yahan was slightly taken aback, then reached out and took the bottle.

Mr. Yan looked at her and said calmly, "We'll become husband and wife sooner or later, no need to be so polite."

After saying that, Mr. Yan waved to Zhu Yahan, started the car, and drove away.

Zhu Yahan stood there, watching Mr. Yan's car drive further and further away.

After a long while, she turned around and walked towards the Zhu family's gate.

Zhu Yahan stood in front of the Zhu family's gate, took a deep breath, and slowly pushed open the familiar yet unfamiliar door.

The moment she stepped into the Zhu family's residence, the scene before her eyes stunned her.

The once magnificent Zhu family home now resembles an empty shell that has been looted.

The living room, which was once filled with various precious ornaments and works of art, is now empty. All the valuable items have been sold off, and even the usually busy servants have disappeared.

"It seems Father foresaw Wan's downfall, so he fled beforehand and sold everything here," Zhu Yahan muttered to herself, a hint of helplessness and mockery in her eyes.

She dragged her tired body, walking step by step towards her room.

Pushing open the door, the room was in a mess, with dried bloodstains on the floor, clearly indicating that no one had cleaned it for a long time.

Zhu Yahan walked into the room, sat down in front of the dressing table, and looked at herself in the mirror.

Once, the mirror reflected a face of unparalleled beauty. At that time, she was the focus of everyone's attention and the object of countless people's admiration.

But now, the face in the mirror is covered with scars and is ugly.

"Is this still me?" Zhu Yahan gently touched the scars on her face, tears welling up in her eyes.

Suddenly, as if she could no longer bear it all, she clutched her head and screamed hysterically. Her voice was filled with pain, anger, and resentment, as if she wanted to vent all the grievances she had endured over the past few days.

The roars echoed in the room. After an unknown amount of time, Zhu Yahan's voice gradually subsided, and her emotions gradually calmed down. She slowly lowered her hands, gently touching the scars on her face again, her eyes filled with hatred.