novelaction Chapter 139 Killing An Lian
Chapter 139 Killing An Lian
Seeing his father's sudden change in kindness did not make Zeng Yan let down his guard. Instead, he was swallowed up by a huge panic.
He had suffered similar situations countless times, inexplicable rage, and brutal physical and mental torture.
In front of the public, Zeng Nian was a pillar of the country who loved his country and his people.
In front of Yuan Yamei, Zeng Nian is one of the rare good husbands in the world who is loyal and devoted and dotes on his wife without limit.
In front of Zeng Qian'er and Zeng Yichen, Zeng Nian is a kind, selfless, and generous father.
In this world, besides his mother, he is probably the only one who knows,
What a terrifying monster his father, Zeng Nian, was.
He leaned back slightly out of habit, uncontrollably, and was so frightened that even his lips were trembling: "Dad..."
Zeng Nian ignored his retreat, stretched out his right hand and touched Zeng Yan's face, which had quickly become red and swollen from being beaten, with a loving smile on his face. His voice was like ultraviolet rays in the cold winter, seemingly warm but actually freezing cold:
"I believe that A Yan will never betray me..."
Listening to this seemingly warm but strange greeting, Zeng Yan's back was soaked with sweat. He caught a glimpse of Zeng Nian's index finger stroking the blood-colored bone ring on his thumb out of habit. The deep voice that sounded like the soul-calling voice from the underworld suddenly came closer:
"Right?"
Zeng Yan immediately forced himself to smile stiffly, eagerly expressing his loyalty:
"Of course! Dad! I will never betray you even if I die."
Zeng Nian's eyes flickered slightly, his eyebrow slightly raised, but his gaze like a sharp dagger was fixed on Zeng Yan's eyes, as if he was trying to discern how much sincerity and how much obedience were in Zeng Yan's words.
In Zeng Yan's eyes, those few short seconds seemed like centuries, as if if there was anything wrong with his expression, Zeng Nian would make him disappear from this world immediately and reasonably.
"Haha, of course I believe you, Ayan." Zeng Nian smiled gently, stood up and walked to the window, taking a puff of his cigar.
Hearing this, Zeng Yan's tension eased a little, but his body was still tense and he dared not relax at all. His mind was still spinning frantically. What was the reason for Zeng Nian's mood swings this time...
The next second, Zeng Nian suddenly turned around and grabbed Zeng Yan's hair, leaning down close to his face, and roared with eyes wide open:
"But you actually dared to reveal my secret to An Lian!!!"
The devil-like roar was like a huge thunder, which broke the last bit of courage that Zeng Yan was holding on to.
Under great fear, tears began to gush out uncontrollably, and he tried to explain tremblingly:
"... Dad... Dad... I just... just want... Mom... to see... my daughter-in-law..."
Zeng Nian looked at Zeng Yan's tearful face, frowned in disgust, and spoke each word coldly:
"If you let me see that disgusting thing again, I will gouge out your eyes!"
Zeng Yan shuddered all over, and then he realized that he was actually crying. He immediately raised his sleeves and wiped his face desperately, so hard that the skin on his face was rubbed to the point of leaving eye-catching blood marks.
That urgent movement seemed as if it was not just due to the oppression of fear, but more like there was really something dirty on his face that made him feel sick to the core.
Zeng Nian saw this and did not hide the disgust in his eyes. He let go of the head in his hands, stood up, took out the handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his hands over and over again.
Zeng Yan touched his face with trembling hands, and when he confirmed that it was no longer wet, he immediately raised his head and tried desperately to explain fearfully:
"Dad!! Please believe me!! I really don't want to betray you!! An Lian won't tell anyone!! Please believe me!!"
Zeng Nian threw the handkerchief carelessly into the trash can beside him, then returned to the window sill, picked up the cigar, took a puff, and uttered four words calmly:
"Kill An Lian."
Zeng Yan's mind suddenly went blank as if it had been struck by lightning.
Zeng Nian turned around slowly, as if looking at a dead person.
"A stranger who knows my secret,
Must, must, die."
"...Dad..." Zeng Yan opened his mouth in disbelief, "Lian...Lianlian...is not...an outsider..."
Zeng Nian's face remained calm as he took a step forward. However, Zeng Yan seemed to have forgotten his instinct to retreat and just stood there in a daze.
"One month." The ruthless death sentence continued.
Zeng Yan raised his head and shook it uncontrollably in a pleading manner, his eyes mixed with an unprecedented resistance.
"Dad! Lianlian is innocent!!"
Zeng Nian didn't care. He had already regained his loving fatherly demeanor. He reached out and gently touched Zeng Yan's head, saying softly:
"Ayan, if you still haven't done anything in a month, Dad will help you solve the problem, but you know,
Daddy’s hand… is not gentle.”
“No!!” Zeng Yan’s eyes trembled wildly, and he bit his lower lip hard. The blood stains the dark red corners of his mouth that had already begun to solidify.
Zeng Nian didn't bother to look at him any longer. He walked around him expressionlessly and headed straight for the door.
Zeng Yan finally sat on the ground like a toy with its batteries drained out, his weak voice mixed with a hint of stubbornness:
"... Dad, I can do it myself."
Zeng Nian snorted contemptuously without stopping.
Zeng Yan lowered his head and closed his eyes as if to escape from reality. Even though the source of the oppressive feeling had gone away, his heart was still suffocated by the hot shackles.
"Dad." The familiar female voice at the door came into Zeng Yan's ears.
Zeng Yan suddenly opened his eyes in horror.
Then, Zeng Nian's normal and kind laughter was heard: "Lian Lian, are you here to see A Yan again?"
Zeng Yan couldn't wait any longer and crawled towards the door.
"boom!"
He slammed the door open with a loud crash.
"Hmm..." An Lian, who was answering Zeng Nian's questions obediently, was frightened by the person who suddenly rushed out and trembled all over.
Zeng Nian was as steady as a rock, with an elusive hint of amusement flashing across his eyes. He then resumed his amiable elder's tone and jokingly said:
"Ayan, look at how startled you are. You scared Lianlian."
Zeng Yan gasped for breath, realizing that he had overreacted. He forced himself to calm down and smiled stiffly:
"It is my fault……"
An Lian slowed down, and hearing the unusual tremor in Zeng Yan's voice, she looked at Zeng Yan with some confusion.
Why is his face so swollen and red, with blood stains at the corners of his mouth, and the slap mark still faintly visible?
My heart still ached a little.
What...did his father beat him?
why?
But... my father's reaction was very normal, there was no sign of anger.
Zeng Nian saw An Lian wearing Zeng Yan's coat again and couldn't help but smile.
"Okay, I know you two are in love, so the important thing is to give me a big fat grandson as soon as possible."