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Chapter 429 A comprehensive counterattack! No one can escape.

When Su Yang came back from school and saw Ms. Zhao sitting in the living room, the first thing she asked was if her mother was back.

Ms. Zhao pointed upstairs, and Su Yang's eyes lit up.

Little Baozi first went to the mirror, sorted out the slightly messy little roll of wool, then took out an envelope from his schoolbag, ran to the door of Su Qian's study in small steps, and knocked on the door gently.

Su Qian heard someone knocking on the door, walked over and opened the door, but saw no one, only a letter under the door.

——Princess’s mother’s personal message

There is also a crooked heart drawn on the back.

This is probably what Little Baozi is least good at at this stage. This child's love is not very good at drawing.

Su Qian returned to the chair and opened the envelope.

[Mom, Zhan Xinjia! First of all, I want to admit my mistake to you. I didn’t understand your good intentions and made you angry indiscriminately, which made you sad!

I shouldn't have listened to my father's words. The wrong information gave me a wrong perception. I will get rid of this bad habit in the future.

Mom, I will always be on your side, not on Dad’s side! He said you were his baby, so I believed his slander. That day was like this...]

Su Yang wrote down the conversation between father and son that day in a letter. How detailed was it? The following is the intercepted content:

["Dad, you..." Su Yang asked puzzledly.

Jian Zhanyan replied firmly: "Yes, I..."]

In the content of the letter, Su Yang vividly and thoroughly described the content of the conversation between the two in the form of a composition.

Before, Jian Zhanyan was worried about Su Yang's fillings being exposed, but now it is no longer a matter of exposing the fillings. It is the whole meatball fillings in the dumplings that have been shaken out by his own son.

With the idea that a dead Taoist friend would not die a poor Taoist, Su Yang completely betrayed his biological father.

Su Qian now understood why the envelope felt so thick. Little Baozi was about to write a short play.

Unexpectedly, her son was quite literary at such a young age! Under the filter of maternal love, Su Qian felt that his son was a rising star in the literary world in the future.

After reading the entire letter, Su Qian wished she could sew up the male protagonist's grinning mouth. He dared to say nonsense in front of the child!

The current development was somewhat beyond Su Qian's expectations. His purpose yesterday was to defeat Jian Zhanyan's wishful thinking, but he did not expect to make things grand for Ms. Zhao and Xiao Baozi.

Looking at the letter of apology written by her son using the word you respectfully throughout, Su Qian laughed. Not only had she removed her "big supporter", but her "little legs" were also back.

Su Qian could clearly tell from the wording and sentences in the letter that her son was drawing a clear line between himself and Jian Zhanyan.

After taking the envelope and leaving the study, Su Qian saw Su Yang sitting on the stairs.

Little Baozi put his chin in his hands and stared at a place in a daze. Guagua beside him raised his head back and forth. In the past, one person and a dog had been playing together for a long time, but today Little Baozi was indifferent.

"Ahem." Su Qian deliberately made a sound.

Su Yang immediately stood up, ran to Su Qian and shouted to Ai Ai: "Mom~"

"You brat, mom didn't blame you." Su Qian said softly.

Just as Ms. Zhao never blamed her, how could she blame her five-year-old son?

"Mom! You are the best mother in the world!" When Su Yang heard what Su Qian said, she jumped up to Su Qian, hugged her, and started to blow her mother's rainbow fart.

My mother is so tolerant! If I were misunderstood, I would definitely be angry, but my mother still talks to me so gently! My mother never treats my father like this!

Sure enough, my mother loves me the most! Su Yang felt very happy.

In this way, when Jian Zhanyan came back from get off work, he found that he was isolated.

Facing an empty house and seeing Ms. Zhao's message on the refrigerator, a feeling of exclusion swept through me.

——Son-in-law, Xiao Yang wants to eat hot pot. We have gone out and will be back later.

According to Ms. Zhao's attitude towards him in the past, even if she didn't call him, she would leave her address and let him go there if he wanted to eat. Now, this kind of notification message does not mean any invitation at all.

It was obvious that he had been left behind.

Now Jian Zhan couldn't show his words. He smiled so proudly in Su Qian's eyes before.

There was the chicken soup that Ms. Zhao had stewed for lunch in the pot. Jian Zhanyan filled a bowl with it, and then he had dinner and then returned to the study.

In fact, it was only after Jian Zhanyan "established" a family with Su Qian that he ate his three meals more regularly. In the past, Jian Zhanyan was very organized at work, but in his own life, he never had regular meals.

If Jian Zhanyan is not hungry, he will put the food aside and wait until he is done with work before eating another bite. That's why he has stomach problems.

Assistant Zhang would usually remind him to eat, but he didn't dare to take care of it. But it was different now. Jian Zhanyan would have breakfast and dinner at home every day, and Assistant Zhang only needed to remind him about lunch.

If he doesn't eat, Special Assistant Zhang will say that it was Su Yang or Su Qian who asked him to keep an eye on him. Either one of these two people's suggestions is very effective, and Jian Zhanyan will eat.

This is why Special Assistant Zhang tried hard to hug Su Qianjin's thigh. He had never seen anyone who could be so respectful in front of Mr. Jian just by mentioning him!

In the past, Jian Zhanyan lived alone. He had obviously lived like that for a long time, and it had been less than a few months since he moved into the apartment. Now, looking at the empty house, he actually felt a little uncomfortable.

Sitting on the chair in the study room, Zhan Yan did not turn over the documents on the table for a long time because he was distracted.

At this time, the cell phone rang, and Jian Zhanyan pressed the call button. Hearing what was said on the other end of the phone, his brows gradually furrowed.

The person who spoke was an investigator in Ms. Zhao's hometown. The other person told Jian Zhanyan that the payment Su's father received back then came from An's Group, or to be precise, it came from the private account of An Hua, the president of An's Group.

Determining the payer's information was quite difficult and laborious, but fortunately, the investigators were experienced and found clues to determine the final payer.

"I also investigated that Mr. An of the An Group met with the old man of the Su family in City S a month and a half ago. They had dinner together for more than two hours."

Investigators have their own investigation methods. If they find the president of An's Group, they naturally have to start with him. It is better to investigate first to find out his recent whereabouts.

Because of the news stirred up on the Internet, the investigator also saw the gossip posts between Su Qian and the Su family. When he conducted in-depth investigation, he actually discovered the meeting between An Hua and the old man of the Su family.

The high-end club where they met happened to be visited by a celebrity that day. The scandalous photo of the celebrity contained a profile picture of the two of them. After combining various evidences, investigators determined that the two met.

After Jian Zhanyan hung up the phone, his expression was gloomy, and a look of cruelty flashed through his eyes as deep as a cold pool. People and things were intertwined into a big web, and now it was becoming more and more interesting.

The phone rang again, interrupting Jian Zhanyan's thoughts.

——It's Su Yang calling.

As soon as Jian Zhanyan was connected and before he could speak, his son's urgent voice sounded over there.

"Dad, it's time for you to make a contribution!"


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