272 Bombing the Ye Corporation Headquarters

On the evening of the third day of the Lunar New Year, a massive explosion occurred at the headquarters of the Ye Corporation.

The cause was unknown!

The entire fire department of Modu rushed to the scene, and it took them considerable time to extinguish the blaze.

The incident was widely discussed online, reaching everyone.

Following the explosion at a bar owned by the Ye Corporation, the headquarters was bombed. This was the second incident.

Various conspiracy theories quickly emerged online, with some speculating it was a terrorist attack.

Others declared they wouldn't dare approach Ye Corporation's properties for fear of being killed in an explosion.

...

Tang Xiaomin, her expression grave, arrived at the Forest Castle to find Yan Jue in his luxurious room.

"Was it you?"

Yan Jue, dressed in loungewear, appeared languid.

"What are you talking about?"

Tang Xiaomin frowned.

"The Ye Corporation headquarters was bombed. Did you do it?"

Yan Jue lit a cigarette, took a puff, and nodded, admitting it.

Tang Xiaomin didn't know what to say to him.

"Why didn't you discuss it with me before bombing it? So many people live around the Ye Corporation. It could have resulted in many deaths. You're too reckless."

If she had discussed it with him, could it have still been bombed?

He deliberately hadn't told her.

"It's already blown up. The Ye family's patriarch is resilient; he didn't die."

That day, he had deliberately targeted the time when Ye Fengxing was at the Ye Corporation to detonate the explosives.

Unfortunately, Ye Fengxing was lucky.

"You..."

Tang Xiaomin was speechless.

He was simply... too reckless.

Tang Xiaomin sat opposite Yan Jue and spoke to him earnestly.

"Ye Fengxing has been constantly opposing us, and he did indeed bomb several branches of Xianfu Group.

"Now you've bombed the Ye's bar and the Ye Corporation's headquarters.

"Have you ever considered what Modu will become after these repeated bombings? Do you want to turn this city into a living hell? What about the innocent people?"

Her reasoning was sound, but Yan Jue didn't care about that.

"Minmin, you seem to have forgotten something."

"What?"

Yan Jue smiled leisurely.

"We are not angels; we are devils from hell."

A chill coursed through her, and Tang Xiaomin's face instantly turned pale.

She fell silent for a long time, thinking deeply.

"In the future, please don't be so reckless."

She was truly afraid that one day they would face divine retribution.

"Are you angry with me?"

Tang Xiaomin shook her head.

"This all started because of me, so how could I blame you?"

Tang Xiaomin stood up, about to leave, when Yan Jue forcefully pulled her into his arms.

Their eyes met, and he saw the dejection in her gaze.

"You're angry, aren't you?"

"I'm not."

"You are, I can tell."

Tang Xiaomin remained silent.

Yan Jue felt a pang of regret. If he had known she would be angry, he wouldn't have kept it from her.

He gently pressed her head against his chest.

"I know you're angry, but I will do it again next time, until Ye Fengxing is sent to hell."

Listening to the thumping of his heart against her ear, Tang Xiaomin couldn't utter a word of protest.

During the explosion, Yan Jue had been injured protecting her.

If it weren't for her, with his abilities, he should have been able to escape.

Yet, it had resulted in such an outcome.

She didn't want to see him get hurt because of her.

Perhaps even if she had known, she wouldn't have stopped Yan Jue from bombing the Ye Corporation headquarters.

...

On the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, Tang Yu miraculously woke up.

Zhang Meiyu, by his side, fussed over him with concern, tears of joy streaming down her face.

"Son, you're finally awake. You've worried me sick, boo hoo..."

"Mom, it's a good thing Big Brother is awake. Your eyesight is already poor, don't cry," Tang Ye said.

Tang Yu had been lying in bed for a long time. Although he was awake, his body was still incapacitated and required assistance to move even slightly.

Even the doctors marveled that Tang Yu's survival was truly a miracle.

After waking up, Tang Yu's eyes lacked their former fierceness.

He had had a very long dream, witnessing how they had pushed Tang Xiaomin step by step into the abyss.

He saw Tang Xiaomin's pain.

He felt less fear towards her and more pity.

"Where's my dad? Why don't I see him?"

Tang Ye sighed.

"Dad has become a monk. We couldn't persuade him at all."

Tang Yu sighed upon hearing this.

"That's good too."

At least he had found a way to atone for his sins and wouldn't have to endure the torment of his conscience every day.

"What about Tang Xiaomin?" Tang Yu asked again.

Tang Ye shivered almost reflexively.

"You... don't provoke her again. If you hadn't colluded with Old Master Ye to deal with her, would we be in such a miserable state? You've truly ruined us."

"You still dare to look for her? Stay far away from her and cherish your life."

Tang Ye had developed a psychological shadow and a strong survival instinct.

Although Tang Yu had been stabbed by Tang Xiaomin and nearly died, his courage was greater than Tang Ye's, and his mind was clearer.

"As long as we are miserable enough, we won't die, right?"

Tang Yu's words interpreted Tang Xiaomin's objective.

If she truly wanted revenge, she would have killed them long ago. Why would she have dragged it out and devised ways to torment them?

"Give me the phone. Some things need to be clarified face-to-face, otherwise, life will be unbearable."

Tang Yu dialed Tang Xiaomin's number.

"Can you come to the hospital? There are some things that are better discussed in person."

Hearing Tang Yu's voice, Tang Xiaomin was initially surprised.

"He's still alive. Indeed, a wicked person lives a thousand years."

"Come to the hospital. Let's talk about the matter between you and the Tang family."

An hour later, Tang Xiaomin arrived at the hospital.

Her eyes held a hint of amusement as she scrutinized Tang Yu from head to toe.

He was unshaven, with sunken eyes, and his left face was disfigured from the car accident. His current appearance was more monstrous than a ghost.

"You called me here, what do you want to say?"

Having witnessed Tang Xiaomin's ferocity and her past, Tang Yu was no longer as afraid of her?

"I apologize for my actions. I'm sorry."

Tang Yu shakily stood up and bowed with great effort, almost falling.

To onlookers, it was a simple gesture, but after completing it, sweat beaded on his forehead, indicating the strain on his body.

Yet, even so, Tang Xiaomin felt no sympathy for him.

On the contrary, she found such verbal apologies very annoying.

Bending over and saying sorry meant nothing compared to the harm they had inflicted.

"Your apology is meaningless to me."

"I do not accept your apology. Whoever owes me something, I will reclaim it myself."

Since harm had already been done, what was the use of an apology?

Furthermore, if she hadn't cruelly tormented them, would they have apologized to her like this?

Wouldn't they have just brushed it off and moved on?

Tang Xiaomin's attitude was cold and resolute, clearly indicating she had no intention of stopping.

The Tang family members couldn't help but worry about Tang Yan.

He was the only one left who hadn't suffered any misfortune.

But if Tang Xiaomin continued to deal with him as she had with Tang Yu, relentlessly, what if Tang Yan couldn't withstand it?

The more they thought about it, the more grim their expressions became.