Chapter 49: Do You Dare to Go to Prison? p1
Zhou Wanfeng looked down at the mail bag in her hand, then suddenly looked up, a smile on her lips. She couldn’t help but laugh at Zhou Zhiru’s surprised expression.
“What made you misunderstand? Whether you’re doing well or not has never had anything to do with me. Don’t you think what you’re saying now is ridiculous? If you had come even once when I had to call a parent in junior high, maybe I would have hesitated and thought about it today.”
Zhou Wanfeng stepped forward, her gaze cold and piercing. “Do you need me to help you remember what you’ve done? In the first year of junior high, when Yang Yijun was forcing me to go to a sports school, what did you do? Did you care about me? Did you help me think of a solution?”
“In the second year, the school required a parent-teacher conference. As the first in the grade, the school hoped that a parent could attend. It wasn’t something that would make you lose face. It was for you to go on stage and accept the honor. My homeroom teacher at the time, Sun Mulan, secretly called you behind my back. How many times did she call you? You didn’t even answer.”
“In the third year, in the winter, I had a cold and a fever of 39.4 degrees. I went to get an IV by myself on my bike. When I came back in the middle of the night, you told me to be mindful of the time. Even strangers at the hospital knew to give me a hot water bottle to warm my hands. What are you? And now you’re talking to me about blood ties, about father-daughter affection?”
Zhou Wanfeng smiled and took out the materials from the mail bag. After a few glances, she looked up, raised her hand, and smiled at the ashen-faced Zhou Zhiru. Rip, rip, rip. She tore the pages one by one, shredding them into pieces of white paper, and then threw them into the air.
Her gaze was sharp, her voice ruthless and cold. “I hate it when people threaten me. It’s just a university. What makes you think you can threaten me with it?”
Zhou Wanfeng pointed a finger straight at Zhou Zhiru’s brow and asked in a raised, angry voice, “I can not go to university, but do you dare to go to prison?”
Zhou Zhiru’s nostrils flared, his eyes wide with anger, the veins on his temples bulging with his heavy breathing.
“I know your type very well. You definitely don’t dare. You want fame, you want money, you want power. You’re completely selfish and rotten,” Zhou Wanfeng said, then turned and slammed the door as she left.
Zhou Zhiru’s face was ashen, his eyes blazing with anger, the muscles on his face trembling slightly. With the loud slam of the door, he gritted his teeth and paced around the study. With a crash, he swept all the books and decorations on the desk to the floor, so angry that his features were contorted.
Zhou Wanfeng came out of the second-floor study and hurried down the stairs, her brow filled with disgust, a cold glint flashing in her eyes.
Auntie Zhang and Auntie Luo were clearing the dining table. Seeing the furious Zhou Wanfeng come down from the second floor, heading straight for the first-floor bedroom,
Auntie Zhang quickly wiped her hands and went to stop her.
Zhou Wanfeng was walking with a brisk pace. Auntie Zhang reached out her hand, the words still stuck in her throat, when she saw Zhou Wanfeng press down on her shoulder and push her against the wall, her tone icy. “Get out of the way.”
Auntie Luo quickly came over and pulled Auntie Zhang away.
Auntie Zhang was so scared by the cold glare that she shivered and started to hiccup, her heart pounding. The memory from a long time ago came flooding back, and she obediently let Auntie Luo pull her away to hide in the kitchen.
In the main bedroom on the first floor, Auntie Zhang had brought in some warm tea earlier. The door was ajar. She would have to come back to tidy up later.
Zhou Wanfeng pushed the door open with a crash, startling Yang Yijun, who had been feigning sleep with her eyes closed. She shot up, her eyes wide open.
She walked straight up to her with a cold face.
“Zhou Wanfeng, what are you doing? Don’t you know to knock before you come in?” Yang Yijun was startled and was about to scold her angrily when she saw Zhou Wanfeng reach out and lift the quilt from the bed, throwing it on the floor.
She walked to the clothes rack next to her, pulled off a robe, and threw it at Yang Yijun.
“You’re not dead. Get up now and go to the second-floor study. Your family’s mess, let’s just lay it all out today.”
Without even waiting for Yang Yijun to react, she grabbed her arm and pulled her outside.
“Zhou Wanfeng, are you crazy? Let go of me, do you hear me? I have to get dressed,” Yang Yijun said, being pulled off the bed. Her hair was a little messy, and she didn’t have time to comb it.
Yang Yijun was dragged up to the second floor.
The commotion was so loud that Yun Jingya and Yun Chengbin on the third floor both heard it. They came down from the third floor and stood at the top of the second-floor stairs, looking at Zhou Wanfeng’s dark face, which seemed to be exuding an icy chill.
Seeing Zhou Wanfeng’s expression, Yun Jingya felt an inexplicable sense of unease. Her brow furrowed, and she took two steps forward and called out anxiously, “Wanfeng, is… is something wrong?” Her voice trembled uncontrollably at the end. It was the first time she had seen Wanfeng so angry. Her eyes were like a bottomless abyss, filled with a coldness that was frightening.
“Sister Wanfeng, you… you’re hurting Grandma,” Yun Chengbin said, running to Yun Jingya’s side and calling out in a small voice.
Zhou Wanfeng turned her head and saw Yun Jingya’s worried expression at the top of the stairs leading to the third floor. Her brow furrowed, and her voice was as cold as ice. “Yun Jingya, take Yun Chengbin upstairs to your room. Don’t come down, no matter what you hear.”
“But…” Yun Jingya hesitated, wanting to go forward, her eyes filled with unease. She subconsciously tightened her grip on Yun Chengbin’s hand.
“Jingya, you take your brother back to your room first. Be good,” Yang Yijun said, seeing Zhou Wanfeng’s expression. Without a second thought, she had to protect Yun Jingya and Yun Chengbin first.
Yun Jingya bit her lip and pulled on Yun Chengbin’s hand, slowly turning to go upstairs. Her extreme unease made her unable to help but look back. “Wanfeng… you… don’t be so angry.”
Zhou Wanfeng’s expression was cold. She waved her hand for her to go upstairs.
In the second-floor bedroom, Yun Lan was sitting on the sofa, watching TV with a face mask on. There were two knocks on the door. She turned her head and saw Zhou Wanfeng standing at the door.
Her face was dark, and she was looking at her with a frown. She subconsciously stood up. “Is… is there something?”
“Get ready and come to Zhou Zhiru’s study.”
Yun Lan immediately tore off her face mask, ran to the restroom to wash up, and after wiping her face, she immediately followed.
In the second-floor study, the atmosphere was particularly heavy.
Zhou Zhiru looked at Yang Yijun and Yun Lan, who had been called up by Zhou Wanfeng. His brow was furrowed, and his eyes were narrowed. “Zhou Wanfeng, what exactly are you trying to do?”
Zhou Wanfeng turned and locked the study door with a click. When she turned back, all three of them were looking at her.
A pair of eyes with a hint of anger.
A pair of slightly uneasy, somewhat confused big eyes.
A pair of already calm, but surprised old eyes.
“Yun Haisheng is not here. There’s no choice. This house is unbearable now. You can still sit together and eat and drink tea, and pretend that nothing is wrong. You’re really amazing. You have seven or eight hundred tricks up your sleeves. Can you just use your schemes on each other? But you have to take a detour and come to me. Am I some kind of anti-skill panel?” Zhou Wanfeng’s voice was very sharp, not giving anyone a chance to speak or interrupt.
She walked quickly to Yang Yijun and pointed at Zhou Zhiru. “This person is your money-making tool, right? You want both money and for him to treat Yun Jingya as his own, to be a good father. On the other hand, you also want to ensure that your daughter’s family and marriage are harmonious. But you’re meddling too much. You want everything to go your way. Everyone is not a black and white chess piece in your hands. This person is already so tired of you that he wants to get revenge. What kind of dirt do you have on him, that you can threaten him from time to to time to make yourself feel powerful, to remind him of his position in this family, to make him remember who he relied on to get started? If you keep doing this, even a dog with a bad temper will bite you. And he’s not a dog. He’s a black-hearted wolf.”
Zhou Wanfeng walked up to Yun Lan. Yun Lan was flustered. She looked at Yang Yijun, then at Zhou Zhiru, her mind a little muddled. “Mom… Mom, Zhiru, what… what’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong? He wants to divorce you.”
Yun Lan was completely stunned, her eyes wide.
Zhou Zhiru wanted to reach out and pull Yun Lan, and also to scold, “Zhou Wanfeng, what nonsense are you talking about?”
Zhou Wanfeng’s hand was faster. With a smack, she slapped Zhou Zhiru’s outstretched hand away and pushed Yun Lan to the other side.
She sneered, “Nonsense? You’re using my college entrance exam goal to threaten me. Aren’t you just trying to use me to target and suppress Yun Jingya? It’s nothing more than using human nature to make her have a mental and spiritual breakdown, or to twist her personality.”
“Nonsense! I never said any of that.”
“You just didn’t have the chance to say it.”
Hearing what Zhou Wanfeng had said, Yang Yijun’s eyes were already filled with resentment.
Zhou Wanfeng was not finished. Facing Zhou Zhiru’s angry eyes, her own eyes showed no fear, only a sense of satisfaction. “This person is very deep. He has a deep obsession with power and the position of the head of the family. Because back in our hometown in Dongshan, my grandmother was a very bossy person, so bossy that she would even use her life to threaten people to get her way. No one in the family could go over her. He has been away for so many years and has come to Yunhai City, and has made a fortune with the help of the Yun family. But he’s still being held by the handle. He’s a dragon trapped in a mud pit. He’s been bowing and scraping for so many years, and he’s reached his limit.”
With that, she drew a circle around the group with her hand, her brow furrowed, and said in a cold and hard voice, “In the end, this is your family’s internal conflict. Why do you have to drag me into it? Just because I want to go to a military academy, and my immediate family must have no criminal record, and my background must be clean? I’ll say it again. I dare to give up going to a military academy, but do you dare to go to prison?”
After the harsh words, she turned to Yang Yijun, her expression cold and blank. “Zhou Zhiru’s assets, real estate, stocks, funds—don’t you want them? You have dirt on him. Do you dare to send it to the Public Security Bureau now?”
She then pointed at Yun Lan, but Yun Lan was so scared that she whimpered and ran behind Yang Yijun.
“Do you want to divorce him? If he insists on divorcing you, do you have a way?” Yun Lan, who was hiding behind, shook her head desperately, looking at Zhou Zhiru with an almost pleading gaze. “No… no, no, I don’t want a divorce.”
Zhou Wanfeng looked at the group and chuckled. “See? This has nothing to do with me.”
“If I go to a military academy, it means I can’t do business, I can’t open a company, and I might even have to stay in the army forever. The things you’re worried about will never happen. This person doesn’t even have feelings for his own biological daughter. How much do you expect him to dote on Yun Jingya? He probably just wants to use Yun Lan and Yun Jingya to force you to hand over the dirt you have on him. Killing is the stupidest way. He’s very smart. He’ll attack the heart,” Zhou Wanfeng said, looking at Yang Yijun and continuing, “If you have dirt on someone, you should hide it well. To go to a school and use it as a token, he’s dreaming of killing you.”
After Zhou Wanfeng finished speaking, she looked at the three people with different expressions and waved her hands. “It’s all out in the open. There’s nothing to hide. You can discuss it yourselves. You’re all hypocritical and selfish. I’ll say it again. Yang Yijun, if you dare to hand over the evidence to the Public Security Bureau, Zhou Zhiru will have to go to prison, and I won’t go to a military academy. But in the end, you’re all cowards. Do you dare? And you still dare to threaten me.”
She turned to open the door. As she passed by Yun Lan, she turned to look at her and kindly reminded her, “The person you sleep next to is a black-hearted wolf. Can you sleep soundly? If I were you, I would divorce him now and split the assets. I would kick him out. He’s even going to go after your precious Jingya, and you’re still with him.”
Zhou Wanfeng also knew that Yun Lan’s brain wouldn’t understand what she was saying, and she might not believe it. She would probably be brainwashed by Zhou Zhiru later.
With that, she glanced at Zhou Zhiru from the corner of her eye. Apart from his initial anger, his expression had completely calmed down. Even when she had talked about splitting the assets and getting a divorce, his expression hadn’t changed at all.
A person who valued money so much was now terrifyingly calm.
Zhou Wanfeng’s heart sank. She was about to pull the doorknob when she suddenly stopped. She looked straight at Yun Lan and guessed, “Has he transferred the assets? Or did he make you sign some kind of post-nuptial agreement? He doesn’t seem to be nervous at all about you taking half of the assets.”