Divorce Only Makes a Son-in-Law Stronger-Chapter 292 - 289: A Son Should Be Like Lin Fan! (2)

Chapter 292: Chapter 289: A Son Should Be Like Lin Fan! (2)

"The funniest part has to be the Ying family, right? I heard bad news in the afternoon, the old lady in their family committed suicide out of guilt..."

Some middle-aged men and women who weren’t qualified to enter the courtyard and take seats were full of envy, standing not far away and gossiping.

Some were praising, while others were full of emotions.

Some even scoffed, looking distantly towards the North City where the Ying family is located.

Compared to the lively and bustling Xia Family Mansion, that side must be under dark clouds, full of wailings.

"What, you’re preparing to depart tonight?"

The banquet went on uproariously until the early hours of the morning.

Lin Fan wasn’t particularly drunk, waiting until the crowd dispersed after offering their congratulations.

Only then did he briefly relay the newly received national top-secret mission to Mr. Xia Sr.

The old man widened his eyes in astonishment, and after a moment he nodded heavily.

"Alright, you go ahead without worries; I’ll keep an eye on the family here so no big problems will arise... As for the Hai City Yuan Family, I’ll watch over that too, so you have no worries at the back of your mind."

"Thank you, Mr. Xia Sr., for all the troubles these three days."

Lin Fan felt warmth in his heart, bowed, and thanked him respectfully.

"In a family, there’s no need for two voices. I know it’s a tough choice for you, but you now have the honorary prince title of Sha Country. According to their laws, you can have multiple wives... When you return successfully, deal with the matter of Bingbing."

Mr. Xia Sr. smiled meaningfully, intentionally not continuing.

"...I’ll go pack my things; it’s getting late. You should rest early, Mr. Xia Sr."

Lin Fan’s body trembled slightly, not knowing how to respond.

So he pretended not to hear and strode back to his room hurriedly.

The reason he didn’t tell Xia Bingbing and the others was the fear that they would get entangled and secretly follow.

It’s also fine, then leave quietly without saying goodbye to anyone.

"Chief Lin, I was ordered to take you to the international airport."

Packing up a few things, Lin Fan left through the back door of the mansion as the night deepened.

A young man in plain clothes had been waiting there for a long time, and he greeted him solemnly the moment he appeared.

"Alright."

Lin Fan nodded, took a deep look at the gradually quieting Xia Family Mansion.

Steeling himself, he got in the car and left quietly.

Meanwhile.

A secret review office in the Imperial Capital.

"Being locked up for two days and nights, it must not have been pleasant?"

Nie Yunxiao, dressed in military uniform, got out of the car and handed a cigarette to the scruffy Ying Wenyuan outside the hotel gate.

After being isolated and interrogated for two days, the latter appeared significantly more despondent, as if his spirit was drained.

"It was alright, I trust the organization will clear my name."

Ying Wenyuan accepted the cigarette, lit it, narrowing his eyes as he took a deep drag.

At that moment, he noticed fireworks lighting up the Southern City, as if celebrating something lively.

"Your son Ying Bufan, oh, he has a new identity now, he’ll be called Lin Fan from now on... Today, he received the National Special Merit Medal and the honorary prince title of Sha Country."

Nie Yunxiao commented with emotion, explaining calmly.

"The Xia family must be celebrating for him."

"Lin Fan? I no longer have this son; all his glory is unrelated to me."

Ying Wenyuan smoked, shaking his head somberly.

"You’re wrong, if not for Lin Fan, the cooperation between Sha Country and Xia Country might not have succeeded at all."

Nie Yunxiao glanced at the indifferent Ying Wenyuan and continued to explain.

"Actually, Yuan Ruohai and Stubborn Su Gang, among others, are Lin Fan’s subordinates. He was the one who sent people to safely escort Prince of Sha Country Bulger back, and suppress the internal chaos."

"And the old king, was secretly taken to Haicheng by Nie Feng at the prince’s request, and was saved by Lin Fan... So, do you understand now?"

"Your wife Shen Yueli sent people to eradicate the Hai City Yuan family, even wanting to kill Lin Fan, how much harm does this bring to national interests?"

With those words, the scene turned deadly silent.

Ying Wenyuan was rigid all over, his face turning pale step by step.

The ash of his cigarette burned a long tail before being blown away by the night wind.

"Of course, the state hasn’t mistreated Lin Fan, not only was a piece of land allocated for his mother Lin Suxin at the Imperial Mausoleum to be buried beside Lin Fan’s cenotaph, but he was also given a brand-new public identity."

"Additionally, there’s bad news, you need to prepare yourself."

As he spoke, Nie Yunxiao’s face revealed reluctance, and his voice lowered a few notches.

"This afternoon, your mother committed suicide by hitting her head. The statement from the Ying family is that it was a suicide out of guilt, with a blood handprint on the confession."

"But, the autopsy revealed that the old lady suffered abuse shortly before her death, her mouth and teeth were seriously injured..."

Thump!

Before Nie Yunxiao could finish.

Ying Wenyuan was trembling all over, unable to bear the blow any longer.

He knelt straight down on the ground, pounding the earth with his hands, his eyes reddening as he let out a heart-wrenching but forcibly suppressed howl.

It was apparent that his mother was forced to take the blame.

Even the so-called guilt-driven suicide was under duress!

How ridiculous, how absurd.

How could it all be so similar to when Lin Suxin was forced to death seven years ago?

"Mom, I’m sorry, I failed you, I didn’t protect you... ah, ah!!"

Ying Wenyuan cried, tears streaming down, like a wounded, mad beast, roaring incessantly.

"Wenyuan, everyone knows the truth about that confession document... You must realize, you were released early because of Lin Fan’s connections at the top level."

Nie Yunxiao sighed, pulling Ying Wenyuan to his feet.

"... Doesn’t my mother’s death hold any value in the eyes of the higher-ups?"

Ying Wenyuan, eyes blazing, roared in anger.

"It does, but not much... Wenyuan, as a senior, I have to say, you were too blinded, how could you treat your eldest son like that?"

Nie Yunxiao’s face turned stern, switching to a tone of heartfelt advice.

"Seeing Lin Fan’s recent performance, I can only say, a son should be like Lin Fan! Yet the Ying family failed to cherish him, pushing him to the Xia family, allowing them to gain such a huge advantage without effort."

"Enough, I know you don’t like hearing this. I’ll have someone take you home so you can mourn for your mother."

He shook his head, refraining from further persuasion, indicating for the waiting guard to open the car door.

"No, I want to go to the Imperial Mausoleum and see Lin Suxin’s grave first."

Unexpectedly, Ying Wenyuan shook his head, wiped his tears, and looked blankly towards the direction of the Imperial Mausoleum in the night.

"Alright, but don’t do anything crazy, Lin Suxin has been buried with the specifications of a state funeral."

Nie Yunxiao hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

Immediately, an inconspicuous black van carried the numb-faced Ying Wenyuan out of the city to the foot of Emperor’s Mausoleum Mountain.

The car stopped, leaving him to ascend the mountain alone.

The moonlight was cold, the mountain was silent.

Ying Wenyuan stared at Lin Suxin’s tombstone, suddenly collapsing in front of it, sobbing bitterly.

Wrong, everything was wrong.

If only he hadn’t driven away the mother and son back then, and hadn’t pushed his ex-wife to her death later.

Would everything now not have happened?

"Suxin, I’m sorry, I’m a worthless failure, I’m just a worthless puppet..."

Ying Wenyuan knelt in front of the tombstone, slapping his face madly.

The sounds of remorse and agonizing cries echoed in the courtyard at night.

(End of Volume Two "I’m Not a Deserter", look forward to Volume Three "March with Madness")