Villain Guardians: Raise five future villains

Chapter 168

An Jing couldn't understand it. Before marrying into the Tian family, she was a hotel receptionist. In the past few years, she had only lived well in the Tian family because she knew how to please her mother-in-law, was good at reading people's expressions, and had a really nice husband. You could say she had enjoyed a few good years.

Besides managing the company, Huang Yu-yuan occasionally organizes gatherings for her wives, among whom the Li Tzu family is the most supportive.

An Jing hadn't really been interested in participating in their activities before, and rarely attended their gatherings. But because her son went to the same school as them, and somehow Huang Yaotong started to take notice of him, she gradually began to interact with them. In reality, their relationship wasn't very good.

Huang Yuyuan: "An Jing, you must have something to say, right? Are you being too polite with me, Sister Huang?"

Having said all that, it would be rather insensible for An Jing to remain silent any longer. The Huang family had contributed the most effort and money to this matter, and she wanted to know the final outcome. She couldn't afford to have a falling out with the Huang family at this time.

An Jing: "I just... thought of that boy."

According to the investigation, it was the children from the three families who bullied the other party first. Su Wangshu's ruthless methods were certainly a mistake. Now, whenever she thinks of that girl, she feels both heartache and horror. But... what about the victim boy?

She also has a son, who was born from her and has grown up little by little. If her son is bullied at school, she will get angry even if she is the most mild-mannered, because that is her bottom line.

Huang Yuyuan lowered her eyes and understood what she meant. She felt the same pity as that young sect girl.

However, "there's no need to think about the murderer's family. Even the murderer himself didn't care about them, so why should we, as the victim's family, think about them?"

"When Su Wangshu was harming our children, when our children suffered terribly and died, what was Su Ming'an doing? Was he smiling sweetly in Su Wangshu's arms?"

“I want the murderer and those who know the truth to pay the price. As for Su Ming’an, he is innocent. Ha, so what? So what? An Jing, I want more than just torturing them. I want them to pay the price and pay with their lives. I want them to feel the pain.”

They are mothers and sisters who cannot bear to see their younger brother or son being bullied. But what about her? Can she forgive them for killing her Tongtong?

"To be honest, I don't know how you can still feel sympathy for that Su Ming'an, because I just feel that even if all three of them paid with their lives, their lives wouldn't be worth as much as my Tongtong!"

Li Zi, standing to the side, was so frightened that she fell silent. She couldn't understand why An Jing, who seemed so well-behaved, would suddenly dare to confront Huang Yuyuan.

As she felt uneasy, An Jing's lips moved, but the words she wanted to say were cut off when she met Huang Yuyuan's unyielding and domineering gaze. Her throat felt like it was being gripped by an invisible hand, and she couldn't utter a single word.

Her concession pleased Huang Yuyuan, who then toned down her overly assertive attitude.

She's met too many people, all sorts of weirdos and monsters. People around her sometimes come up with some stupid ideas, but as long as they're not stupid all the time and don't know when to back down, it's fine.

This definitely affected Huang Yuyuan's already bad mood. Looking at Li Zi, who was pretending to be an ostrich on the other side, her mood was even worse, and she felt like her chest was blocked.

She wasn't going to tolerate others' misfortunes anymore, so she gave them a rather unfriendly look and told them to leave.

After the two couples left, Huang Yuyuan sat alone for a long time without doing anything, as if she was just thinking or daydreaming, until the maid came to call her, "Master, Mr. Huang has returned."

Huang Yuyuan: "Have him come to me."

"Yes."

After the maid left, Huang Yuyuan was left alone in the reception room again.

Her fingertips touched the rim of the white porcelain gaiwan. A small half-cup of the aged white tea the servant had brewed for Li Zi and the others remained. The tea had cooled completely, settling at the bottom in an amber hue, unlike when it was hot, when it was covered in a fine, creamy foam. She picked up the cup and took a small sip. Gone was the rich, mellow aftertaste of when it was warm; only a faint jujube aroma remained, mingling with the coolness of the water as it spread across her tongue.

Huang Yuyuan didn't put down her cup, nor did she call for someone to change the tea. The tea leaves at the bottom of the cup settled very quietly, just like her reluctance to speak at that moment.

The door wasn't closed, and the sound of leather shoes tapping on the marble floor grew closer, unhurried yet with an unmistakable certainty—this was not the quiet gait of a servant.

Even though the door wasn't closed, and this was his own home, the man still knocked on the door before coming in.

His steady steps, like the gestures he makes when signing documents at work, are decisive and without the slightest hesitation.

Everyone praises Huang Yuyuan, saying that without her, the Huang family wouldn't be what it is today. But Huang Yuyuan knows that Huang Mingyang also deserves a lot of credit for the Huang family's current scale.

The man walked into the house and saw her on the sofa. He paused for a moment, but did not ask any questions or say a word. His gaze swept over the tea set that had not been put away on the coffee table and finally settled on the cold tea in her hand.

Huang Yuyuan: "What have you been busy with again? You didn't answer my calls or reply to my messages."

Huang Mingyang remained silent. He was always quiet and seemed somewhat inattentive, often appearing "unremarkable" in her presence—after all, her business acumen was so dazzling that even her smiles were carefully considered.

However, not speaking did not mean there would be no other actions. The man raised his hand and loosened his tie. The force of his knuckles revealed a sense of steady strength, which reminded people of the loopholes in the reports in the company that he had pointed out at a glance, or the tense expression of the opponent when he suddenly spoke at the negotiating table.

Huang Yuyuan once liked this kind of composure. Compared to those who were eloquent, she preferred people who were down-to-earth and practical. That's why she chose Huang Mingyang, who came from an unremarkable family and was not particularly good-looking, but was very encouraging, when she was arranged to marry him.

She has always made the right choices.

So she might be a little willful, but no, how can that be considered willful? She has money and power, so why can't she spoil her child and give him everything he wants?
Huang Mingyang: "I'm quite busy today, there are a lot of things to deal with. I'm sorry."

Huang Yuyuan put down her teacup. "The thing you should be dealing with most today is our Tongtong..."

Huang Mingyang: "We can't all deal with this."

He rarely interrupted her, and he was rarely forceful, because he was a son-in-law living with his wife's family, although he never really cared about that.

But his attitude today was indeed strangely tough.

Huang Yuyuan was incredulous. She stood up and glared at the other person angrily, "So what do you mean now? Is Tongtong only my child? Don't you feel heartbroken about what happened to him? You clearly—"

He was also very anxious when Tongtong went missing.

When it was already suspected that Tongtong would not come back, the man's eyes reddened, a rare occurrence for him.

But why did he withdraw so quickly afterward? Huang Yuyuan initially thought he was using work to numb himself, but then she heard from him again. Was this his attitude?

Huang Mingyang: "I saw your message, but what I meant was to go through legal proceedings, but it seems you don't intend to do that."

Making Su Tian lose her job is clearly a retaliatory act driven by personal emotions.

Huang Yuyuan laughed in exasperation at Huang Mingyang's words. After seeing An Jing off, she hadn't expected Huang Mingyang to appear. "What, do you also have a problem with how I handled things?"

Huang Mingyang: "No, whatever you want."

"Is there anything else? If not, I'll go rest for a while. I have a meeting to attend in two hours." The air seemed to freeze. Huang Yuyuan couldn't help but look up at him, trying to analyze his meaning from his expression, only to meet his gaze.

His gaze remained calm, yet now it felt heavy, like a piece of iron submerged in cold water—he knew her personality, so he neither agreed nor tried to stop her.

In addition, there are social lessons she should also know: don't let anger burn out all your options; understand the weight of the word "cost".

Huang Yuyuan looked away and sat down—no, more like slumped back onto the sofa.

In just a few seconds of eye contact, she suddenly understood. It was like looking at something through a fogged-up pane of glass, only to have someone reach out and wipe the glass clear—he wasn't standing against her, but in the "afterwards," in those trivial details about the "future" that she couldn't see at that moment because of her burning hatred.

She closed her eyes, traced a half-circle with her fingertips on the rim of the cold glass, and said nothing more.

The raging fire in my heart just now seemed to have been mostly extinguished by that one glance, leaving only crackling embers, but with an indescribable sense of stagnation.

This is not just about making the other party pay the price; for them, it's about impulsiveness and risk.

She spoke again, "Go and rest, I'll stay here by myself for a while longer." Her voice was so soft it sounded like a sigh.

There's no romantic love between them.

These partners, who had been cooperating for a long time, chose different ways to handle the situation and went down different paths after their interests were harmed.

The man didn't say anything more, nodded, and turned to leave. But the woman, whose back was to him, couldn't see his nod; she could only hear his footsteps growing ever more distant, one after another…

If there is a red thread connecting husband and wife, then at this moment the red thread is stretched repeatedly, it is she burning with the fire of revenge on this side, and he guarding the scales of reality on the other side.

Will it be cut by scissors before the fire burns through? Or...?

-

When Su Tian was fired, she already knew the real reason behind it. Under the sympathetic gaze of her colleagues and the scrutinizing gaze of her boss, she accepted the compensation and quickly packed her things and left the company.

The compensation was enough for their family to live on for a month, but it wasn't enough because they had two children.

Economic suppression will always find a way, and Su Tian is not afraid of that. What she is more afraid of is that they will send people to deal with them directly.

Like Su Wangshu, she actually had more fantasies about those "big shots," and these fantasies came from everyday novels, so she was suspicious. However, it was obvious that the "big shots" who came to her door were easily dealt with by Su Wangshu, which made people think that they were nothing special.

But what if the other side has more people? What if they become even more unscrupulous and attack the children when they are alone or at school...?

One by one, the problems that could have been ignored surfaced. Su Tian was terrified by her own imagination. After rushing home, she wanted to take Su Wangshu and Su Ming'an away as soon as possible, but transferring schools required many conditions.

Su Tian took out her phone, hesitating whether to call her mother, or simply...

"Mother?"

Su Tian was startled and turned around. Standing at the door was Su Wangshu, who had just returned from school on leave. "Da Bao? Why are you back? You shouldn't be here at this time..."

Su Wangshu: "Mom, shouldn't you be at work at this time?"

Su Tian: "There have been some job changes. What about you? You just came back like this. What did the school say?"

Su Wangshu: "I asked for leave because I was feeling unwell, and the school knew about my situation and let me come back. Before that, your homeroom teacher called you, but you didn't answer or reply to my text messages."

Su Tian was distracted and didn't notice the school's message.

The mother and daughter looked at each other. Su Wangshu's fingers, gripping the backpack strap, turned white. She knew Su Tian's worries and the real reason for being at home at this time. She wanted to say, "I have a way to solve this," but Su Tian's worries and fears could not be dispelled immediately.

They just want to be happy and joyful, why is that so difficult?

"Mom, don't go to Grandma, she can't solve it either."

In a world where the strong rule, ordinary people have no say in these matters. Besides, what good ideas could Grandma possibly come up with? Marrying Mother off to another city and having the whole family move away from here?

Those people were looking for members of sects and other races, and now that they've been discovered, they're even abusing their power for personal gain. They certainly won't let this go so easily.

Su Wangshu: "Mom, I'll handle it. I'll take care of it, just like before."

Su Tian put away her phone. She felt a little embarrassed that her daughter had seen her in such an awkward situation, but since things had come to this point, she couldn't rely on Su Wangshu entirely.

She is the only adult in the family. No matter how capable or precocious Su Wangshu is, there is no reason for her to push all the responsibilities onto her child.

Su Tian tidied her hair and pretended to be calm: "I know, I just received a sales call."

Su Wangshu didn't point it out to her. She put the schoolbag on the sofa in the living room, stepped forward and half-supported her with both hands. "Okay, I understand. Mom, you go back to your room and rest for a while. We'll go pick up Ming'an together later."

At this point in time, Su Wangshu wouldn't feel comfortable with either Su Tian or Su Ming'an acting alone. It would be better to keep them both under her watchful eye so she could react promptly to any problems.

Su Tian understood what she meant, nodded, and went back to her room to think of a solution.

Su Wangshu settled Su Tian on the bed, poured her a glass of warm water and placed it by the bedside, before leaving the room and closing the door.

She was a little worried about Su Ming'an. Although it was those three bad kids who came to her door in the first place, given the way the other parents thought, they wouldn't ignore her and assume that the problem was with Su Ming'an, so they went to find Su Ming'an, right?

Will there be a tough battle waiting for her when I pick up Su Ming'an later? And why haven't I heard from that guy yet? What has he been up to?
The connection is still there, so I should still be in this city. Why won't I reply to her?

Su Wangshu walked around the living room twice, but still couldn't calm down completely. She thought about going out for a walk nearby and getting some fresh air, which might help, but she was really worried about Su Tian in the room.

Finally, she went to the kitchen, opened the window, and planned to enjoy the breeze for a while, but unexpectedly, she met the gaze of someone standing outside the window.

Someone who shouldn't be here.

She froze on the spot, but the man raised his hand and greeted her.

Baiji: "Hi, I've come to check on your situation."