Yan Chengchi's black eyes were like ink, and he fainted so deeply that people dare not look directly.

The thin lips opened slightly, and each word was paused.

"I even wonder if Ye Mingsha, a coward who dares to commit suicide, will also have uncle your hand..."

He didn't think of many things, but he didn't want to believe it.

The uncle who trained him to this day by one hand is actually the one who calculated him behind his back.

"boom--"

Yan Sheng stretched out his hand and waved the vase on the head of the bed to the ground, braced his body, sat upright on the bed, glaring at Yan Chengchi.

"You are really crazy for a woman! Even Mingsha's death is counted on my head!"

"The uncle admitted that I misunderstood Xia Changyue four years ago. It was really designed by you?" Yan Chengchi grabbed his speech and asked sharply.

Yan Sheng was speechless for a while, but he didn't expect Yan Chengchi to use his words like this.

After a long time, he just blushed and said nothing.

He just turned his head slightly and glanced in the direction of the housekeeper.

"Master, it's all my fault, you must not misunderstand the master!" The housekeeper knelt to the ground with a thud, kneeling in front of Yan Chengchi.

"After finding the eldest master, the master asked his subordinates to bring the eldest master back. The subordinates were worried that the eldest master would not leave G city because of a woman, so he called the shots without authorization and created a misunderstanding between you and Xia Changyue. I did it all, the master didn't even know it at the time!"

"Get away!" Yan Chengchi kicked away the housekeeper who wanted to pay for Yan Sheng, his voice coldly, "Don't rush up to die, wait until I figure out what's going on, when you die!"

"..." The butler shuddered and swallowed alive when he wanted to say anything.

"My uncle has been teaching me since I came back. As a descendant of the Yan family, I must be responsible and dare to act. How can I only find a housekeeper as a substitute for the dead?"

Yan Chengchi's mouth evoked a mocking smile.

In the past four years, the person he trusted the most was the one who concealed him the deepest.

"Chengchi, even if Bixia Changyue left you four years ago is related to me, then I also want you to return to Yan's house without a second thought. Others don't know where Yan's house is. You know best. Four years ago, When you first came back, how many people wanted to kill you? If you still have Xia Changyue in your heart, how can you fight those people?"

Yan Sheng looked at Yan Chengchi's hateful eyes, as if he was defeated in an instant, and his whole body was drained. He leaned against the bed and coughed fiercely.

"Uncle is old, I only have you as a nephew...I never thought of hurting you at all. All I did was to enable you to successfully take over the Yan family before I die..."

Yan Sheng spoke with difficulty, reaching out to Yan Chengchi, trying to touch his face again, but couldn't reach it.

"Four years ago, you knew that I almost lost my life for Xia Changyue, and you never thought about telling me the truth. This is the uncle's love for me?"

Yan Chengchi's pupil shrank suddenly, his heart seemed to be severely pinched.

The truth is always crueler than imagined.

In the name of protection, but doing harm.

Yan Cheng Chihao stood up, turned and walked out.

"Chengchi, you believe that uncle, you are the only heir of the Yan family, how could I hurt you?" Yan Sheng rushed to the bedside, trying to grab Yan Chengchi, and the needle that was stuck on the back of his hand was pulled out.

The blood splashed on the white bed sheet...