Li Qianfan glanced at the large white van in the rearview mirror and slowly pulled the car over to the side.
As his car stopped, the cars of Li Xingtang and his group behind also pulled over and stopped.
"Qianfan, are you fully prepared mentally?" Jing Ran, sitting in the passenger seat, asked, holding her phone.
Li Qianfan replied, "The coffins have been brought, what else is there to prepare?"
Jing Ran smiled charmingly, "I mean, at a wedding ceremony with hundreds of people, to whip that little mare and ride it."
Li Qianfan's eyes flickered.
"I knew it. You don't have the guts of your grandfather, nor your father."
Jing Ran said with disdain, "You shout so loud, but in reality, you're a coward. In the future, don't say you're Jing Ran's son."
Cough.
Li Qianfan coughed, remaining silent.
Jing Ran was right.
Even though he had driven furiously towards the provincial capital the evening before yesterday, vowing to snatch Lan Yunhai's new bride,
As the moment arrived, and especially after calming down, the fierceness that had been surging within Li Qianfan had greatly subsided.
Wouldn't it be better to directly kill Murong Mingyuan than anything else?
Jing Ran ignored him and went back to playing with her phone.
Seeing that she was no longer pressuring him, Li Qianfan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He had the ruthlessness to kill.
But he didn't have the thick skin to publicly occupy Murong Mingyuan on Lan Yunhai's wedding night.
After all, Li Qianfan was too lazy to even glance at that arrogant and reckless girl, let alone give her his precious "first night" for free.
Li Qianfan's first night—
Could only be taken by his mature wife.
Li Qianfan took out a cigarette.
Suddenly!
Jing Ran, looking at her phone, softly read, "Qianfan, by the time you see this email, I may no longer be alive."
Boom!
Jing Ran's voice was very soft.
But to Li Qianfan, it sounded like a thunderclap, making him tremble violently. The cigarette in his hand slipped and fell.
A suicide note.
This sentence came from the suicide note left by Su Ziyu for her beloved little husband when she went to her death alone!
Jing Ran only read this sentence and stopped.
She looked at the dazed Li Qianfan for a long time without speaking.
Li Qianfan met her gaze for a moment, then slowly looked away.
Jing Ran then asked lightly, "If Mo Hongti hadn't sacrificed herself to save him, how long would Su Ziyu have been dragged by that beast on horseback?"
I don't know.
Li Qianfan truly didn't know the answer to this question.
Jing Ran's voice suddenly became sharp and extremely grating.
Especially as her whole body exuded a strong aura of lust and depravity: "Li Qianfan, you can imagine. If Murong Mingyuan had truly managed to run down Mo Hongti, and no one stood in the way of the galloping horse, Su Ziyu, driven mad by the ordeal, would be your beloved wife! Even if relatives came to visit, could that beast Lan Yunhai have let her go?"
Could he?
No!
Li Qianfan's eyes suddenly turned ferocious.
He said hoarsely, "Aunt Ran, stop talking."
"Heh heh. Li Qianfan, have you ever thought about it?"
Jing Ran sneered, pressing closer, "What Su Ziyu suffered the night before last was not just your humiliation. There's also Li Nanfang, Yang Xiao. And Li Xiao, Li Wujiang. And me, Jing Ran! It will bring shame to the entire Li family, the Sijiu Li family village, even the Kunlun Flaming Valley, the Eight Hundred Emperor's Valley, and the Overseas Dragon Ruins!"
Crack.
Li Qianfan clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking.
"A dog-like creature, humiliating your wife on horseback."
Jing Ran smiled wickedly, lifting Li Qianfan's chin with her finger, "A dog-like woman, encouraging him to take your wife. And you?"
Li Qianfan gritted his teeth, "I will make them wish they were dead!"
"Pah!"
Jing Ran spat on Li Qianfan's face, "Is that all?"
Li Qianfan remained silent.
"The most crucial point is, the Lan family has a 'get out of jail free' card from the charity home. The number of people you can kill is limited."
Jing Ran raised her hand and wiped her mouth.
Continuing to rub salt in Li Qianfan's wounds, "Li Qianfan, if you don't even dare to snatch Murong Mingyuan, then Auntie can only praise you as a pure-hearted good youth. Even if they slept with the wife of the Li family's eldest young master, you must still be benevolent."
"Auntie."
Li Qianfan loosened his fists, his tone indifferent, "You don't need to say any more. I know what I need to do."
"What I say is secondary."
Jing Ran retracted her lewd aura and said lazily, "The key is, what did Su Ziyu say."
What did Su Ziyu say?
"If there is an afterlife, and we meet again, you must be incredibly powerful!"
"Protect your wife, don't let others take her away."
"Whoever dares to snatch your wife, you repay them in kind, with blood for blood!"
The above three sentences were taken from the suicide note Su Ziyu left for Li Qianfan.
Li Qianfan closed his eyes and got out of the car.
As he closed the car door, he said to Jing Ran with his back to her, "Auntie Ran, let's begin."
Bang.
He slammed the car door shut.
Clearly feeling a certain ferocity erupting from Li Qianfan's core, Jing Ran nodded with satisfaction.
But she couldn't help but curse, "He's clearly the top-tier super-third generation in the world, and it's already a disgrace to his ancestors not to bully people with his status. Now, after being humiliated by a dog, he still can't bring himself to retaliate in kind. Damn it, it's a good thing he's not my biological son. Otherwise, I would have drowned you in the toilet long ago."
Jing Ran muttered as she picked up her phone and dialed, "Li Wujiang, your son is ready to take action."
"Good, I'll cooperate immediately," Li Wujiang replied grimly on the other end.
"Useless coward." Jing Ran deliberately mumbled softly as she ended the call.
Li Wujiang immediately pressed, "Who are you calling a coward?"
Jing Ran replied, "I'm calling that idiot whose wife was stolen, but who doesn't dare to retaliate."
Li Wujiang understood.
She retorted loudly, "You don't know anything. My son has class."
"Cowardly is cowardly, what kind of class are you talking about?" Jing Ran sneered and ended the call.
A few minutes later.
Deep in the southern mountainous area of Tiandong Provincial City, a line of trucks roared north from a road that was off-limits to unauthorized personnel.
Heading towards Yufeng Villa!
Tonight.
All intersections within a two-kilometer radius of Yufeng Villa would be sealed.
No vehicles or pedestrians would be allowed to pass!
Anyone who dared to trespass—
Would be killed without mercy!!
Beep.
As a soft beep came from her phone, Jing Ran successfully hacked into a certain website in the shortest possible time.
She tapped her finger.
All communication signals within a ten-kilometer radius of Yufeng Villa were cut off.
A killing operation, unknown to anyone, quietly began at the moment the regional signal within ten kilometers was completely blocked.
The wind began to rise.
The wind blew from a distant mountain valley entrance.
It actually carried a faint smell of blood!
The rear door of the large white van opened.
Li Xingtang directed his men to lift two heavy vermilion coffins from the van.
White paper was pasted on both sides of the coffins.
It read—
Congratulations to the eldest young master Lan Yunhai and Ms. Murong Mingyuan on their happy wedding!!
Six people carried one coffin.
Li Xingtang and his wife would drag a large speaker.
As the speaker was turned on, the "Black People Carrying Coffins" melody, which had already gone viral online, immediately flowed out.
"This tune is really nice," Jing Ran got out of the car, watching Li Xingtang adjust the speaker again, and nodded with satisfaction.
Li Qianfan stood by the roadside, gazing into the distance at Yufeng Villa.
A moment later, he looked back at the road he had come from.
Hundreds of meters away at the intersection, trucks could be vaguely seen speeding towards them.
The trucks stopped.
Agile figures leaped from the vehicles and quickly formed ranks.
Then they set up roadblocks.
All cars heading this way were intercepted.
Boom, boom, boom!
From the direction of Yufeng Villa, located upwind, came the lingering and romantic wedding march.
Li Qianfan suddenly wanted to call Su Ziyu.
He wanted to tell her, "Tonight, I will repay Lan Yunhai with an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth!"
Unfortunately, there was no signal—
Jing Ran got back into the car.
When she got out again, her hair was pulled up high, she was wearing an off-the-shoulder evening gown, and her feet were in black stiletto heels.
Seeing her sudden change of clothes, Li Qianfan was puzzled, "Auntie Ran, are you going to attend the banquet?"
"Yes, Auntie is going to attend the banquet tonight." Jing Ran walked over gracefully, linking her arm with Li Qianfan's.
She looked up at Yufeng Villa, "Tonight, my son is finally going to be promoted to a real man. As his mother, of course, I have to dress up ceremoniously and have a good meal to celebrate."
Li Qianfan's jaw twitched.
"Let's go, the wedding is almost over. After a simple meal, the bride should be waiting for you in the bridal chamber."
Jing Ran, with Li Qianfan's arm linked, stepped forward and looked back, instructing, "Uncle Tang, lift the coffins, play the coffin-carrying music! Everyone, hold your heads high and show your best spirit to congratulate young master Lan and Ms. Murong on their happy wedding. Congratulations to your village chief for successfully becoming a real man tonight!"
Li Xingtang nodded and said in a low voice, "Lift!"
Whoosh.
The six pairs of couples lifted the two heavy coffins.
The volume of the speaker was turned up to the maximum.
The viral "Black People Carrying Coffins" tune immediately drifted far away with the wind.