Disagree? My husband has a mouth, there was no misunderstanding at all!

Chapter 67: Tying the man's hands behind his back

One month ago, at the Yan family residence.

The pink and white vase was smashed on the ground and shattered into pieces, leaving a lot of dust on the ground, a white expanse like the chalk dust in the blackboard tray during school days.

Yan Shuting pointed at the sweet-smiling girl in the TV series wearing an aristocratic school uniform, his chest heaving violently, and roared, "Yan Zhuoyu, are you out of your mind? You're giving up being the daughter of the Yan family, and you insist on pretending to be crazy and acting like an actress to amuse people!"

The person on the sofa sat with their legs crossed, their orange dress as vibrant as fire.

Yan Zhuoyu tilted her head slightly, her eyes full of mockery: "Oh, so you know I'm the eldest daughter of the Yan family. Everyone says the Yan family only has one son."

She sneered, her glossy lip gloss gleaming like a ripe cherry, exuding utter rebelliousness.

"Also, the vase you broke was bought by my mother with the money she earned as an actress. It was valued at five million. It's an antique, and it should have appreciated in value over the years. Let's round it up to ten million. Remember to pay me back."

"We haven't bought any new things for the house in so many years, are you just too incompetent?"

Although her tone wasn't particularly harsh, Yan Shuting was still very vulnerable, as if his sore spot had been precisely hit.

"What's hers is mine. We're husband and wife, and even if she dies, she'll still be a ghost of the Yan family. You think you can make me pay you money? You're dreaming!"

Yan Shuting suppressed his anger in his finely lined eyes, and took a deep breath to calm himself down.

"We agreed to give you a year. If you could make something of yourself, you could do whatever you wanted. But now you haven't improved at all. You're not even as good as your mother. You should prepare for an arranged marriage."

Yan Zhuoyu couldn't help but laugh: "Yan Shuting, of course I can't compare to my mother's excellent genes. Who knew that your trash genes were so strong that I didn't inherit a single bit of acting skills."

Yan Shuting, with a gloomy face, placed a white business card on the coffee table.

"You don't need to provoke me, it's useless. You are my daughter, and I would never harm you."

Yan Shuting proudly introduced, "President Zhang is sixty years old this year. He has chronic illnesses but no infectious diseases. The doctor said that he has only five years left to live, and he has a six-year-old son at home."

“After he dies, you might be able to take over the company, and my daughter and I can work together to bring glory to the Yan family.”

Yan Zhuoyu looked at him as if he were a lunatic: "Glory, huh? It's like you have a throne at home."

"Say what you want. After today, you'll be Mr. Zhang's man. If all goes well, your mother and I will be able to attend your wedding tomorrow."

Yan Shuting clapped his hands a few times, and several burly men tied Yan Zhuoyu up and put her into the car.

She was forcibly taken to a KTV room where the shimmering purple-pink ambient lighting made Yan Zhuoyu's eyes hurt.

A withered old man was surrounded by a dozen scantily clad hostesses.

"You mean Xiao Yan? That old man Yan Shuting isn't very good-looking, but his daughter is quite beautiful."

Zhang Hanfeng approached her with a smile and touched her face: "Look at this tender little face, no wonder you're a big star. But once you're with me, you can't go out and fool around anymore, it'll be embarrassing."

Yan Zhuoyu raised her wrist, which was red from being tied with rope, and pretended to be obedient: "Okay, I'll do whatever you say, Brother Feng. Can you help me untie it? It hurts."

"Oh, you have such a sweet tongue!"

Zhang Hanfeng was itching to get his hands on the product, but he wasn't so easily fooled: "Just bear with it. What if you run away after I let go? Let's wait until we've made it a done deal."

He waved his hand, and the bodyguard poured a glass of pre-prepared liquor into Yan Zhuoyu's mouth.

Yan Zhuoyu coughed a few times, pretending to be scared as she moved closer to the sofa, her face streaked with tears, but her eyes were fixed on the knife in the fruit plate.

"Then let them all go out, okay? I don't want them watching me."

Zhang Hanfeng pondered for a moment. He didn't have any particular fondness for being watched, so he waved to dismiss the crowd.

He grinned and laughed heartily: "This medicine is potent; no one can withstand it. Go back and tell your boss that I'll try my best, and maybe he'll be able to hold his grandson next year."

The bodyguards also shrugged and laughed cryptically.

Only the two of them remained in the private room; it was very quiet.

Zhang Hanfeng pressed closer, and Yan Zhuoyu took the opportunity to fall onto the sofa.

He pressed down on her impatiently: "Little beauty, after today, you'll be a woman of the Zhang family. As long as you're obedient, I'll give you my life."

Yan Zhuoyu suddenly thrust her knee upwards, and Zhang Hanfeng cried out in pain, his entire body arching up like a shrimp.

She stood up and grabbed a fruit knife from the coffee table, the blade pressed against Zhang Hanfeng's neck.

A cold glint flashed, reflecting her resolute yet mocking smiling eyes: "Really?"

Her knee remained firmly pressed against Zhang Hanfeng's stomach, the blade pressing even closer. Yan Zhuoyu smiled enigmatically, "Then I'll take it."

Startled, Zhang Hanfeng said menacingly, "You dare! My men are everywhere outside. If anything happens to me, you won't escape!"

Yan Zhuoyu gave a short laugh: "Ha, I'm too daring."

With a flick of her wrist, a soft thud was heard, pinning him, hand and knife, to the wooden armrest of the sofa.

"Ahhh-"

Zhang Hanfeng screamed in pain, but dared not pull out the knife.

Yan Zhuoyu used another knife to cut the rope, and under his terrified gaze, she took out her phone, dialed 110 to report the incident, and then used the rope to tie Zhang Hanfeng up again.

The vigorous movements made the drug take effect faster. Under the dim light, her eyes were like autumn water, veiled in mist, making it impossible to see anything clearly. Her body felt inexplicably hot.

Yan Zhuoyu carefully pushed the door open a crack; there wasn't a single bodyguard outside.

Just as I was about to leave, a steady footstep approached, and a stern-looking man in a suit and tie came into view.

He looked like he was searching for something, his eyes were impatient, and he didn't look like someone you wanted to mess with.

Yan Zhuoyu gripped the knife in her hand, about to take action, when several bodyguards followed.

The man merely glanced quickly at the door where she was without lingering, then turned and spoke quietly with his bodyguard.

The bodyguards nodded a few times and dispersed again.

He was the only one left in the corridor.

Yan Zhuoyu felt increasingly dizzy. She couldn't wait any longer, so she opened the door and pinned the man's hands behind his back, the cold tip of the knife pressed against his strong waist.

"Kind person, please help me get to the hospital."