As Li Qianfan gave the order, Li Xiufang and the others immediately lowered the four bodies that were hanging.
After placing the bodies on the hearse, they slowly backed away and exited the hotel lobby.
Under Li Qianfan's cold gaze, the dazed Young Master Tang, with his head drooping, quickly pulled Fang Chuqing and left.
Fang Chuqing's face was still streaked with tears, but she was no longer crying, nor was she trembling with extreme fear.
Her mind was filled with calling her father immediately, preparing the eight million dowry, and remarrying Tang Wenyuan.
Li Qianfan got into the car.
Tang Xiaoni was still sitting obediently in the passenger seat, her eyes still covered with a handkerchief.
But her trembling body betrayed her; she had secretly taken off the handkerchief to watch Li Qianfan kill someone.
For this disobedient doll—
Having nightmares tonight was her just deserts!
Li Qianfan and his group left in six hearses.
As the cars drove out of the hotel, Old Feng, who had been unconscious the whole time, let out a long "uh" and slowly regained consciousness.
Sister-in-law Feng and the others remained slumped in their chairs, watching the outside, fearing that the god of death would return.
No one paid any attention to Old Feng.
Old Feng slowly sat up, tremblingly got to his feet, and looked at the brightly lit hall.
After staring blankly for a while, he roared hoarsely: "Where is that little beast? He killed my descendants! I will fight him, fight him to the death."
Old Feng's roar—
Li Qianfan, of course, did not know.
After the six hearses passed an intersection, they stopped by the roadside.
Li Qianfan had no interest in sending Feng Lao Da and the others to the crematorium.
Tang Wenyuan came back to his senses, jumped out of the car, and smiled at the waiting staff (from the funeral home), handing out some red envelopes.
These red envelopes were also taken from the wedding scene.
As a reward for their hard work, he gave them to the staff to help transport the four bodies to the crematorium.
Taking care of the killing.
And the cremation!
Li Qianfan was quite meticulous in his actions.
He looked at Fang Chuqing and asked indifferently: "Do you want to see your ex-husband one last time, as a farewell?"
Ex-husband—
Fang Chuqing had just gotten married today, and before she could even consummate the marriage, Feng Hanyu had become her ex-husband!
And a dead one at that!
In response to Li Qianfan's question, Fang Chuqing, still dressed in her red wedding gown, instinctively dodged behind Tang Wenyuan and shook her head like a rattle drum.
In high-society marriages, feelings were not a priority.
Fang Chuqing did not have much affection for Feng Hanyu; they had barely been together.
The key was—
Feng Linzhi's dying words, about offering her and Sister-in-law Feng to Li Qianfan, had truly broadened her horizons!
The incident where Feng Hanyu and his father, along with the First Madam of the Tian Dong Bai family, were involved in an affair, was utterly unbelievable to Fang Chuqing.
She knew that high society was dirty.
But she never expected the Feng father and son to be so depraved!
How could Fang Chuqing still have even a shred of affection for Feng Hanyu?
She only hoped that Tang Wenyuan would treat her well in the future.
After all, this was the man chosen for her by the god of killing, Li Qianfan.
As long as she had no resolve to defend her dignity with her life, she would not dare to defy Li Qianfan's wishes!
"Tang Wenyuan, treat her well from now on."
Li Qianfan then said to Tang Wenyuan: "If I ever find out you're messing around behind her back, I'll castrate you."
Tang Wenyuan's body trembled.
He quickly looked to his younger sister for help.
Tang Xiaoni, who had personally witnessed Li Qianfan kill someone, was still in a daze and did not notice Tang Wenyuan looking at her.
Beep beep.
Li Xiufang drove the car and honked lightly.
The cars sped towards Changhe Hotel.
After finishing his business, Li Qianfan did not leave Tianbei in a hurry.
Although he knew that Su Nanyin had also come to Diyizhuang to clean up his mess.
He had decided to stay for a night before he even arrived.
He wanted to see the reactions of all parties!
There was no need to worry about Mr. Zhao.
The main concern was the reactions of the other 11 prominent families and the Tian Dong Bai family.
The calmer he remained, the more anxious they would become.
Afterward.
Li Qianfan also wanted to see what the Feng family of Tianbei would do.
If the cowardly Old Feng dared to stir up trouble again, Li Qianfan would not hesitate to send him to the crematorium that very night!
As for Li Qianfan arranging for Fang Chuqing to remarry Tang Wenyuan, well—
Considering that the Feng father and son had specifically patronized Jiao Meibi, Li Qianfan felt that forcing Sister-in-law Feng and Fang Chuqing to do what he did was a way of venting his anger.
The problem was that Sister-in-law Feng was too ugly—
Fang Chuqing, however, was young and beautiful, tender and supple.
But was Mr. Qianfan the kind of scoundrel who couldn't resist beautiful women?
He couldn't keep her, and killing her wouldn't be enough to satisfy his desire.
While Li Qianfan was feeling annoyed about this, he happened to see Tang Wenyuan "fall in love at first sight" with Fang Chuqing.
Perfect—
So, he decided to make a mismatched match!
In Li Qianfan's opinion, Fang Chuqing, who had just gotten married, was more than a match for Tang Wenyuan, who had previously pursued women like changing clothes.
Li Qianfan felt that Old Tang would definitely call him to express his gratitude after finding out about this.
As expected—
As soon as it got dark, Old Tang called to thank him.
Tang Wenyuan had refused to get married at all costs, wanting to play around until he was old. For this, Old Tang had broken several belts without success.
Now that Tang Wenyuan was forced to marry the divorced Fang Chuqing under Mr. Qianfan's powerful influence, it had finally fulfilled one of Old Tang's wishes!
In terms of figure, appearance, and social status, the eldest daughter of the Tian Bei Feng family and Tang Wenyuan were a perfect match.
After expressing his gratitude, Old Tang changed the subject and said he wanted to personally visit the Fang family in Tianbei tomorrow.
This matter—
It was between the Tang and Fang families, and Mr. Qianfan, as the matchmaker, had no need to interfere.
Old Tang kept thanking him as if his brain had been soaked in water.
What was there to thank him for?
Really.
It made Li Qianfan's head spin.
Especially seeing Old Tang's daughter sitting there foolishly on the sofa, occasionally showing signs of fear, it gave him a headache.
Ignoring the advice of a handsome man leads to suffering!
The phone rang.
The caller was Auntie Nanyin (the contact name had been changed).
Li Qianfan's eyebrows twitched, and he answered the phone.
Su Nanyin got straight to the point: "I'm in room 1102 of Diyizhuang Hotel, come over."
She wanted Li Qianfan to come over, naturally, to inquire about today's events and discuss the next course of action.
Li Qianfan replied in a low voice: "Today, I feel a bit tired. We can discuss anything when we get to Sijiu."
Room 1102 of Diyizhuang Hotel.
Su Nanyin, who had just taken a bath and was wearing a white bathrobe, frowned as soon as she heard this.
Although Li Qianfan's reply was quite normal.
Su Nanyin could still detect the increasingly distant and perfunctory tone.
She was silent for a moment and then asked softly: "Li Qianfan, did I do something wrong?"
She no longer called him a little rascal.
Nor did she use the term "little ancestor" that she had gotten used to calling him yesterday.
Instead, she addressed him by his name!
Li Qianfan's surprised voice came from the phone: "Auntie Nanyin, what do you mean?"
It was Auntie Nanyin again!
What happened to the Guanyin girl he had mentioned earlier!?
Su Nanyin bit her lip hard and said, "It's nothing."
Without waiting for Li Qianfan to say anything, she ended the call.
It was late at night.
Su Nanyin sat on the bed, hugging her knees, looking out the window, unmoving.
Her head ached from thinking, but she still couldn't figure out what she had done wrong to make Li Qianfan start to distance himself from her!
She really wanted to call Li Wujiang and ask what was going on.
But she held back.
Some things, once explained, would leave no room for redemption.
In Changhe Hotel.
Li Qianfan sent Tang Xiaoni to the next room, returned, took a bath, and was talking on the phone with Sister Su Yu.
It was ten o'clock at night here, and four o'clock in the afternoon in Gaul.
"Wife."
Li Qianfan hesitated: "There's something I don't know if I should say or not."
Su Ziyu replied: "Little husband, when did you become so motherly?"
"Heh heh."
Li Qianfan chuckled awkwardly and said, "Have you noticed that ever since I went to Lingnan, we haven't spent much time together?"
Su Ziyu replied: "Do I need to notice? This is a fact."
Li Qianfan asked: "Then why can't we be as close as we used to be, spending all day together?"
Su Ziyu's voice was like a whisper from a dream: "My man is always busy doing things that other men cannot achieve."
Bang.
Li Qianfan's heart skipped a beat.
Su Ziyu continued: "My grandmother told me that to wear the crown, one must bear its weight. If I want to be a good Dragon Lord's wife, then I cannot demand that my husband stay by my side at all times like an ordinary wife."
Li Qianfan asked: "Then do you like this kind of life?"
"I don't like it."
Su Ziyu answered frankly, then added: "But I dislike a future without you even more. Little husband, I can't bear to leave you. So, I have to accept this life where you train outside and I wait for you at home."
What she said was the truth.
If Li Qianfan wanted to inherit the Dragon Ruins, he had to undergo training!
A man who spent all day with his wife was undoubtedly a good husband.
But not a qualified Dragon Lord!!
"Little husband."
"Hmm?"
"I love you."
"I love you too."
"Shall I send you a picture of my legs?"
"Hurry up!"
"Are they good-looking?"
"Are there any with black stockings?"
"Stinky man!"
"Old cow—"
Looking at the beautiful pictures, Li Qianfan's mood became better and better.
Suddenly.
Li Qianfan noticed that Su Ziyu's online nickname had been changed to "Qianfan's Harbor."
Harbor.
It was a warm embrace where a man could rest well when he was tired or even injured.
"To have a wife like this, what more could a man ask for?"
By the time Li Qianfan uttered this sentimental remark, it was already midnight.
If Su Ziyu hadn't urged him to rest, he would have chatted until morning.
"Sleep!"
Li Qianfan lay down like a starfish, and just as he was about to enter dreamland with Old Cow, he heard a soft knock on the guest room door.
So late, who could it be?
Li Qianfan had no choice but to get up and go to the door, looking through the peephole.
A doll in a bathrobe was shivering outside, her face filled with terror, and she kept looking around.
"Could someone be trying to hang Little Tang?"
A fierce glint flashed in Li Qianfan's eyes, and he quickly opened the door.
"Brother Qianfan—"
As soon as the door opened, the doll leaped into his arms, her voice choked with sobs: "Someone, someone is trying to hang me!"