Rebirth: You Save Me with Your Deep Love

Everyone thought that Yan Fengchi was trying to curry favor with them and gain their support. However, after opening the envelope and seeing the contents, everyone was shocked.

Lu Renjia, who gained his identity and status by marrying into the wife's family: Fuck, if the tigress at home gets to know these things, then everything I have now will probably vanish into thin air.

Lu Renbing, who killed his brother to gain power: Damn, how did he know this? Is he threatening me?

Yan Fengchi looked at these people with great interest, and seeing their eyes change from contempt and neglect to shock and panic, a strange pleasure rose in his heart.

Haha, aren't you all so arrogant and look down on everyone? Then I'll show you who is the boss of the Yushan Sect.

The faces of the people who received the envelope changed rapidly, and then after exchanging glances with each other, they stood up together and asked for instructions from Mr. Yan.

"Master Yan, since Feng Chi has returned safely, and he is the eldest grandson of the eldest son, he should naturally inherit the Sanyan Hall."

Another person followed suit and said, "Yes, Master Yan, the inheritance of our Yushan Sect has always been inherited by the direct descendants of the Yan family. Moreover, Fengchi already had a great reputation before, and everyone will be convinced if he takes over the Sanyan Hall."

"You two are absolutely right!"

Yan Qirui finally collected all the papers with records of his crimes printed on them. He looked up and saw everyone supporting Yan Fengchi to become the next head of the Yan family and take over the Sanyan Hall.

After years of painstaking efforts, and now that success is just around the corner, how could Yan Qirui be willing to accept this?

Yan Qirui's eyes were red, and he looked at Old Man Yan anxiously, shouting, "No, no, Dad, I am also a direct descendant of the Yan family. My eldest brother is dead, so I should be the heir of the Yan family."

Yan Fengchi glanced at the crazy Yan Qirui and sneered, "Second Uncle, you should first think about how to explain the evidence in your hands to the police uncle."

Seeing the resentment and unwillingness in Yan Qirui's eyes, Yan Fengchi suddenly had an idea and came up with a plan.

"Second uncle, when my parents died, you..." Yan Fengchi pursed his lips, his face full of grief, but he kept silent and didn't say anything else.

But it is this perfect hesitation to speak, and the expression of deep sorrow on the face, that is most likely to arouse people's curiosity.

Old Master Yan's eyebrows jumped fiercely, and he looked at his eldest grandson in shock and disbelief, "Feng Chi, what do you mean by this?"

Yan Qirui, who felt deeply implicated and wronged, changed his expression instantly. With a sullen face, he was about to step forward to argue with Yan Fengchi, "You bastard, you are slandering me with your words. Your parents died in a car accident. Don't talk nonsense here."

Yan Fengchi raised his head, a tear fell from the corner of his eye, his eyes were sad, and his voice was hoarse: "Yes, an unexpected car accident took away my two relatives, leaving me an orphan without a father or a mother at a young age."

When speaking of the word "accident", Yan Fengchi clenched his teeth and emphasized his tone.

"You...this has nothing to do with me. It wasn't me who hit them." Yan Qirui was so angry that he almost died.

His parents' death had nothing to do with him.

The driver who caused the accident had been in prison for fourteen years. He suddenly fell ill before being released and died in prison. What does this have to do with me?

Yan Fengchi turned around after hearing this, staring at Yan Qirui, and said in a cold voice: "Yeah, how could it be such a coincidence? Before I became an adult and had the ability to act independently, the driver who caused the accident happened to die in prison."

Yan Fengchi's words could be described as killing people without being seen, and they grasped the weaknesses of human nature.

The more groundless and without evidence something is, the easier it is for people to expand upon and interpret it, and thus define it in the way they want.

This is the effect Yan Fengchi wants.

As for the death of my parents, it may have really been an accident.

After all, so many years have passed, and there is no evidence to prove that the car accident was caused intentionally.

As for using his deceased parents to slander Qirui, it can't be considered an offense to his parents.

In the few memories Yan Fengchi had about the family of three, his parents were extremely open-minded and generous people and should not have cared.

Yan Qirui, who was openly tricked, was trembling with anger, and pointed his finger at Yan Fengchi viciously, "You...you, you..."

This was a naked injustice, a frame-up, and a false accusation. However, the people around him believed the words of this young man.

I just regret that I can’t poke the other person to death with my finger, otherwise Yan Fengchi would be riddled with holes at this moment.

However, knowing that Yan Fengchi was deliberately inciting people to frame him, Yan Qirui had no choice.

This is an open conspiracy. As long as Yan Qirui cannot prove his innocence, Yan Fengchi's ambiguous words will arouse all kinds of speculations among people.

Yan Qirui had no choice but to place his hope on the relationship between father and son.

Yan Qirui turned and hugged Old Man Yan's arm, his eyes red and his expression sad, as if he had suffered a great injustice.

"Dad, my brother and sister-in-law's matter really has nothing to do with me. The police investigated it with all their might, and the Yan family also did a lot of research, and they all proved that it was an accident."

"I..." Old Man Yan looked at his son, then at his grandson beside him, and finally chose to remain silent.

That was the child born to him by his beloved when he was young, and he left so suddenly. Even though many years have passed, Mr. Yan still cannot let it go.

The only thing I can do now is to protect my grandson so that my son can feel at ease.

"Dad, you..." Yan Qirui shook his head, looked at Old Man Yan in disbelief, and said in a hoarse and choked voice: "Dad, are you going to... give up on me?"

Yan Qirui raised his finger and pointed at Yan Fengchi, saying viciously: "Just because my mother is not the woman you love, are you going to give up on me because of him?"

"I am also your son. I am no worse than him... You don't like my mother, so why did you marry her? Why did you give birth to me with her..."

Seeing that Yan Qirui was going crazy and was about to make a scene, Yan Fengchi waved his hand and a burly man came in and restrained the throwing tantrum Yan Qirui.

"My second uncle might have gone insane. Let's take him down to rest."

"Yes, young master."

Yan Fengchi dealt with Yan Qirui with thundering means. The other party might still face several years in prison, but this move alone was enough to intimidate some restless people present.

As for the few people he sent the envelopes to, apart from supporting Yan Fengchi in taking over San Yan Tang, they didn't dare to say a word.

Old Master Yan sat at the top tiredly, looking at his grandson who had been completely transformed after not seeing him for half a year, and he couldn't help feeling sad and relieved.

Today, Yan Fengchi acted decisively and eliminated Yan Qirui's ruthless tactics in one go, showing some of the style of his son when he was alive.

This made Mr. Yan's momentary softness towards Yan Qirui disappear completely, especially...what Yan Fengchi said about his eldest son's death in a car accident, which made him make up his mind.

After settling the other six sects and gaining the support of Old Master Yan, Yan Fengchi successfully took over Sanyantang and became the undisputed next head of the Yan family.