The lady of a good match

Yan Minghuan shook his head after looking at his mother:

"The young man's heart is pure, and his emotions are also pure. It may be difficult for Qing'er to wake up on his own."

He has been in love with love for many years, just from his eyes, it can be seen that Yan Qing has genuine affection for Wei Shuhan, the kind who wholeheartedly, the rumors and gossips spread outside do not know how many others are envious.

Mrs. Tang was helpless: "Then what should I do, I can't let him keep you under pressure forever, your father and I are in a panic."

A sneer sneered at the corner of Yan Minghuan's mouth, his slender fingers gently twisted the teacup on the table and said in a low voice:

"Qing'er is the first son, so we can't talk too much, even my aunt can't make the decision, and he might not listen to what he said, but if there is no Wei Shuhan, the problem will be solved, and the family can live in harmony with brothers and friends Brother Gong, how could it be like this now."

Without Wei Shuhan, he would live a more comfortable life. Leaving aside the pressure on his career, Wei Shuhan's murderous intent towards him was enough to make him worry. There is no hatred of taking his wife, and I really don't know why that guy Wei Shuhan hates him so much.

"Without Wei Shuhan..." Mrs. Tang pondered for a moment, then covered her mouth and exclaimed, "Huan'er, you mean..."

He hurriedly held back halfway through his words, his beautiful eyes widened, and he gestured to wipe his neck with his hands.

"Mother is wise." Yan Minghuan nodded, "Now is a rare opportunity. He travels thousands of miles, so it's normal for him to have some accident."

Mrs. Tang was contemplating, the look in her eyes constantly changing, and after a while, she took a deep breath and her expression became serious.

Yan Minghuan asked in a low voice: "What does mother think?"

"My son's idea is very good." Mrs. Tang nodded, with a shrewd look on her face, but she frowned slightly and said:

"It's just that Wei Shuhan's martial arts skills are not low. It's not enough to get rid of people like him. Otherwise, we will be exposed, and the loss outweighs the gain."

"Don't worry about this mother," Yan Minghuan smiled confidently, "The son has already made up his mind."

Mrs. Tang: "What idea?"

Yan Minghuan's eyes darkened:

"I inquired about it when I was out drinking recently. It is said that there is a hunting organization in Jianghu that uses people's money to eliminate disasters for others. They are highly skilled in martial arts and come and go without a trace. As long as they have money, taking a life is not a problem."

"A hunting organization in Jianghu..." Madam Tang frowned and shook her head:

"Is this too dangerous? Jianghu is dangerous, and it is unwise to get involved with people in Jianghu."

Yan Minghuan didn't care:

"Everyone in the world is evil, what kind of common people in the world are they? Didn't you also say that my uncle went to the escort agency when he was young?"

Madam Tang sighed:

"Because he entered the arena with youthful vigor back then, your uncle finally withdrew from the strife in the arena and returned to a peaceful life at the cost of an arm, so that he could return to his duty as a businessman."

Young men all have a dream of being a hero in the Jianghu. Her brother was like this back then. However, after returning home, because of the unrest of the Jianghu family, he was finally cut off with an arm. Because of this, she and Yan Mao have grown up together. Yan Minghuan is not allowed to practice martial arts, for fear that he will go astray if he is not careful.

Among other things, just look at Yan Luo who is wandering outside now, if Yan Minghuan is like this, she will have to worry about it for the rest of her life.

Yan Minghuan knew her worry, thought about it and comforted her:

"Don't worry, mother, we are not people from the Jianghu. The hunting organization only uses money to eliminate disasters. After the incident is completed, there will be nothing to do with it, and we will not cause any trouble."

Although the Jianghu is dangerous, the chivalrous people in the Jianghu pay the most attention to the spirit of contract, so there is no need to worry about this.

Mrs. Tang frowned, but her heart was still not at ease.

Yan Minghuan patted his mother's hand lightly:

"Mother, uncle must know how to contact the hunting organizations in Jianghu. He doesn't need to come forward, as long as he tells me how to issue reward orders."

"This...mother don't worry." Mrs. Tang shook her head, "Huan'er, let's think of another way."

Yan Minghuan shook his head:

"There is no other way, the only way is the safest and will not expose us, we just pay for disaster relief, don't think too complicated."

"But……"

Yan Minghuan interrupted her:

"Mother, this opportunity is rare, and I'm afraid it won't happen again in the future. Who knows if Wei Shuhan will cover the sky with his hands in the future, and it will be difficult to touch him again, and it may not necessarily be done to our family." What's the matter?"

Mrs. Tang: ...

Yan Minghuan: "My lord, just one time can eliminate future troubles, and we will no longer be oppressed by outsiders."

He was fed up with Wei Shuhan looking at him with contempt and hatred.

Mrs. Tang struggled, bit her lips repeatedly, twisted her fingernails with the handkerchief until her nails turned white, closed her eyes and nodded after a while:

"Okay, I'll send a letter to your uncle to say whether it will be successful or not, I won't talk about it in the future. The world is dangerous, and my mother is really worried about getting into trouble."

Yan Minghuan nodded: "Yes, my son knows."

He only wanted Wei Shuhan to die.

Mrs. Tang thought for a while and then instructed: "It is not appropriate to tell your father about this matter, if he knows, he will definitely not agree."

Don't look at how much Yan Mao complained about his family, and wished to help his son win the sovereignty of the Yan family, but he would never agree to such a thing.

Yan Minghuan nodded knowingly: "Well, it's good that only our mother and son know, and you can tell uncle not to tell anyone."

Mrs. Tang: "It's natural."

The mother and son hit it off immediately, and the plan was considered finalized.

Two days after Wei Shuhan left, Yan Qing, who had recovered from his body, started to work on the family affairs. Seeing Yan Minghuan's enthusiasm, he didn't say much. Anyway, he needed manpower to do things, and it's normal for him to contribute as a child of the Yan family, so he let him However, Yan Qing would still intervene in major decisions, even if Yan Minghuan was dissatisfied, he would not dare to do anything.

After Wei Shuhan went out for a few days, he sent back a letter saying that the journey was smooth, and then there was a letter every two or three days. There was nothing important to talk about, and Yan Qing lost his temper. But I still reply every letter with my heart, and even get used to waiting for Wei Shuhan's letter every two or three days.

The days are just like this, after the Mid-Autumn Festival is the Double Ninth Festival, the weather is getting colder day by day, and we have to start to make arrangements for the winter.

"Master, today is the Double Ninth Festival, Madam has set up a family banquet for you to have dinner together in the afternoon."

Chen Xiang reminds those who are leaning on the chair by the window to read but are absent-minded, calculating that today should be the day when the young lady's letter arrives, Bai Shao has already gone to wait outside the gate.

Yan Qing looked up and nodded: "Well, let's go."

After speaking, I looked outside again. Qingfeng Pavilion is mostly evergreen vegetation, so the autumn is not so obvious. Only the two golden ginkgo trees in the back of the courtyard, and the courtyard looks like autumn when the wind blows from behind.

It's getting cold here, and Wei Shuhan is heading north. It must be very cold at this time, and I don't know if the clothes I brought are enough to keep me warm. If I have a good physique, I need to pay more attention...