Shen Yanche had been stabbed in the chest by Nan Yu. Now the wound had been sutured, and he was out of danger.
He was bare - chested, and no caregiver had been arranged to look after him. He looked extremely disheveled and haggard.
Tan Linyuan walked to the bedside and looked down at him haughtily.
After a moment, he coldly uttered two words: "Slap him awake."
His subordinate immediately stepped forward and began slapping Shen Yanche across the face.
The only sound in the room was the crisp sound of slaps.
After a few slaps, Shen Yanche finally opened his eyes groggily.
Not knowing what was going on, he only felt a burning pain on his face, and the pain in his chest was like being pricked by thousands of needles, making it hard for him to breathe.
The moment he saw Tan Linyuan clearly, he suddenly laughed: "Tan Linyuan, come to take revenge?"
"Rude. You don't even call me uncle?"
Shen Yanche's face instantly turned ugly: "You think you deserve to be called uncle by me? Nan Yu, that slut. Only you would pick her up..."
Before he could finish his words, Tan Linyuan's subordinate slapped him again.
This time, it was a clear - headed slap.
Shen Yanche froze for a second, then slowly covered his face with his hand and looked at Tan Linyuan in disbelief: "You dare to let someone beat me?"
Tan Linyuan was too lazy to deal with him.
He sat on a chair at the end of the bed, his eyes calm: "Did you do something to Nan Yu's parents?"
"Oh, I almost forgot about this if you didn't mention it." Shen Yanche sneered, "That bitch..."
Before he could finish, seeing the man's hand about to swing again, he immediately changed his words: "She attacked someone with a knife. I'm going to sue her and send her to jail!"
"Answer my question first."
Shen Yanche was speechless. Looking at the two men standing in front of him, he swallowed hard, "... No."
"Lying." Tan Linyuan's voice was cold. "Keep slapping."
The two men stepped forward together and began slapping him left and right.
Until Shen Yanche's mouth corner was bleeding, he couldn't help shouting for help: "Help! Someone is abusing a patient! Help!"
This was a special ward arranged by Tan Linyuan for him. There were no other patients on this floor.
Of course, no one dared to come.
Every time Shen Yanche shouted, he got a slap. Until his nosebleed and the blood from his mouth corner flowed out together, he was still shouting and scolding incoherently.
"Son of a bitch! A dog working for the Tan family! Do you believe I'll find someone to deal with you..."
Tan Linyuan was getting a bit annoyed.
He stood up from the chair, and the two men immediately made way for him.
Tan Linyuan walked up to him, looked down at the face that was almost swollen like a pig's head and covered in blood, and leaned forward slightly.
His shadow fell on Shen Yanche's face. Against the light, his outline was so cold and gloomy.
"One last time. Answer my question."
Shen Yanche shivered but still insisted stubbornly: "Didn't I say it just now? Are you deaf? No means no. Even if you kill me, I won't admit it..."
Tan Linyuan suddenly reached out and grabbed his neck, lifting his upper body directly from the bed.
The muscles on his arm tensed up instantly, the veins on the back of his hand stood out, showing a murderous ferocity.
Shen Yanche struggled, but it was of no use. Shaking his body violently would only tug at the wound on his chest, increasing the pain infinitely.
He almost rolled his eyes. His face gradually turned purple because he couldn't breathe with his throat being choked.
The next second, Tan Linyuan let go of his hand.
His voice was still very calm, as if the murderous side just now didn't belong to him: "It's not difficult to kill you."
Shen Yanche coughed violently, spraying blood on the bedsheet. His eyes were blood - red as he stared at Tan Linyuan: "Tan Linyuan, you're a Buddhist. How dare you kill someone?"
The next second, his neck was grabbed again.
This time, the force was even stronger and more vicious, as if he was really showing him that he dared.
Shen Yanche felt that he was almost losing consciousness. His vision was getting blurrier and blurrier, and he could only see the man in front of him.
The man exuded a fierce aura, as if wrapped in a cloud of black mist, like a ghost from hell.
Was he going to die?
No, he didn't want to die!
Shen Yanche started kicking his legs. His hands tightly grasped Tan Linyuan's arm as he let out a pleading groan.
Tan Linyuan let go, his voice cold: "You only have one chance to speak."
Shen Yanche couldn't say a word. He coughed desperately, and his whole body trembled with the fear of death.
He coughed for too long, and Tan Linyuan completely lost his patience. Just as he was about to reach out again, Shen Yanche immediately shouted: "It was me. I killed them..."
He didn't dare to cough anymore. He could only swallow saliva to relieve the itch caused by the asphyxia: "My father lured them to the restaurant... saying he wanted to have a meal with them... I put drugs in the food to make them weak, and then forced them to marry Nan Yu to me..."
As he was speaking, seeing Tan Linyuan's increasingly livid face, he quickly explained: "Uncle, you know! Nan Yu has a blessed destiny. Only she can save our Shen family. This was the marriage contract approved by Master Wenjing. You saw it and agreed to it back then..."
Tan Linyuan squinted his eyes slightly: "So you committed murder for money and ruined her life."
A subordinate beside him handed over a tissue. Tan Linyuan wet it with alcohol, wiped his hands clean, and then threw it into the trash can.
He twirled the ring on his finger, glanced at Shen Yanche who didn't dare to make a sound on the bed, and said calmly: "I'll give you another week to recover, and then go to the police station for interrogation."
When he was about to leave, Tan Linyuan paused slightly, turned his head, and looked coldly at Shen Yanche.
"I'm warning you. Don't even think about fleeing abroad. No one can cover up the Southeast Asian business you did behind your father's back."
Shen Yanche's face instantly turned pale.
The trading line with Southeast Asia was something he had established on his own. It was not a clean business.
It was also because of this trading line that he was able to get those drugs.
He thought he had done it secretly enough.
"How... How do you know?"
Tan Linyuan's tone was calm, which was like the final judgment for Shen Yanche: "If you don't want others to know, don't do it."
Shen Yanche looked desperate and slumped onto the bed.
All was over.
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Nan Yu was hospitalized for a long time.
It was not only because of the fetus but also for her safety.
In the hospital, she could receive more thorough treatment.
Because she was pregnant, many drugs couldn't be used, especially those related to nerve recovery.
If she wanted her hand to recover earlier, she had to rely on her own perseverance and determination.
Every time Tan Linyuan saw Nan Yu seriously following the medical staff for rehabilitation, trying hard to grasp and exercise, he always couldn't help but look away.
He felt extremely heart - broken.
But Nan Yu would always smile and show him her progress for the day, telling him: "I'll recover soon. Don't worry about me."
Tan Linyuan had no choice but to kiss the palm of her hand and sigh helplessly: "Since I love you, how can I not worry?"