Zheng Ling's body trembled.

Old Master Yan said, "Han Jue, I've learned a lot about your mother. I taught Zheng Ling all kinds of ways to deal with the world, but I didn't teach her how to deal with an evil mother-in-law. I think if you can't protect her, then give her back to her."

Our Yan family. Although our Yan family does not have the momentum of the Zhan Yu family, as the richest man in Yancheng, we can still guarantee that my granddaughter will have enough food and clothing."

Zhan Hanjue felt Zheng Ling's uneasiness, tightened his grip on Zheng Ling, and declared domineeringly, "Zheng Ling is mine."

The sinister eyes swept across the audience, threatening to drive back all aggressive gazes. Then he looked at the audience and announced: "I want to take Zheng Ling and leave the imperial capital."

Mr. Yan was very pleased and said, "Jue Han, since you are so responsible for Zheng Ling, I won't make things difficult for you. You can go. I am serious and can safely hand over Zheng Ling to you."

Yu Qianqian chewed Zhan Hanjue's words carefully, and only thought about one question, that is, if Yan Zhengling died of depression, what choice would Zhan Hanjue make?

Yu Qianqian was the first to yell, "Han Jue, what did you say? You want to leave the imperial capital? Then why are you coming back?"

Zhan Hanjue looked sideways at Zheng Ling, his eyes in the ice eyes instantly became gentle, "I don't know, I'll leave everything to Zheng Ling to make the decision. If she comes back, I will come back. If she doesn't come back, I will accompany her."

She wanders around the world."

Zhan Hanjue's body felt as if he had fallen into an endless hell because of these words, as if eighteen kinds of torture could not withstand the tearing pain in his heart.

"Then I'll accompany her too." He said angrily, hugged Zheng Ling and left without looking back.

But she did not dare to question Zhan Hanjue in front of the Yan family. In the end, it was Zhuma who cried heartbrokenly because she could not bear to be separated from Zhan Hanjue for a long time.

"What if she dies?"

Such a proud and strong person, a person who never admits defeat, is like a lost dog at this moment, looking at Zhan Hanjue's leaving back and crying, "Hanjue, don't leave. You stay, I promise you,

I will never embarrass her again, nor will I force you to take a concubine."

Zhan Hanjue hugged Zheng Ling and left with determined steps.

Zhuma burst into tears.

Yu Qianqian turned into stone like a sculpture.

In the end, I only have the best wishes for Zheng Ling: Zheng Ling, you must get better.

This time, he clearly felt that there was a mountain-sea-like barrier between him and Yan Zhengling. His small hopes all came to nothing.

Yu Chengqian glanced at Yan Zhengling in Zhan Hanjue's arms without even blinking. In fact, he couldn't see anything through Zhan Hanjue's windbreaker. But he just looked at Yan Zhengling with nostalgia...

Mr. Yan snorted and said sarcastically to Yu Qianqian: "Are you satisfied? You forced your son away and my granddaughter away. Now, you have turned yourself into a loner. Are you happy?"

Yu Qianqian was slumped in the wheelchair, as if she had aged ten years all of a sudden.

"Your Yan Zhengling has devoured my son to death in this life. Did my Hanjue owe her anything in his previous life? Will he be tortured like this by her in this life?" Yu Qianqian was heartbroken.


Chapter completed!