Hearing Feng Shiming's words, Zhan Yichen seemed to suddenly lose all his strength. The grip on his hands loosened, and Feng Shiming finally managed to break free, gasping for air on the side.
Zhan Yichen stared blankly for a long time. When he spoke, his voice was choked with emotion, "What did you say? What did you do to her?"
Since the words were already out, Feng Shiming decided to tell him everything. However, in her account, it wasn't her who pushed Mu Linjing into the sea.
"The day I went to save your mother, she was pushed into the sea by your mother. That way, you two would never be together."
At this, Zhan Yichen's slim hope was instantly extinguished. He had been comforting himself, thinking that as long as she wasn't found, there was still hope.
But it had been more than half a month since Mu Linjing disappeared. If she had fallen into the sea and been found immediately, there might have been a fifty percent chance of survival. Now, after so many days, the chance of survival was extremely slim, almost nonexistent.
He looked at Feng Shiming, a murderous intent surging in his heart. He once again grabbed Feng Shiming by the neck, "Murderer, you deserve to die!"
Seeing that he was truly intending to kill this time, Zhan Mohan quickly tried to intervene, but Zhan Yichen's grip was too strong. Zhan Mohan struggled several times but couldn't pry his hands open.
As Feng Shiming was about to be choked to death, Zhan Mohan shouted, which only slightly pulled back his sanity.
Seizing the opportunity, he quickly separated the two. Feng Shiming, due to lack of oxygen, slumped to the ground, coughing repeatedly. She dared not say anything at this moment and could not speak.
Zhan Yichen was also in a bad state, his eyes bloodshot, filled with anger and helplessness.
He hated himself for only knowing now, hated himself for not being able to balance the relationship between his mother and Linjing.
Zhan Mohan placed a hand on his shoulder, opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything. It seemed that any attempt to comfort him now would be wrong.
After a long silence, Zhan Yichen quietly buried his head between his knees. "Brother, let's keep searching. We'll spend a fortune, whether she's alive or dead, I want to see her."
Zhan Mohan just grunted in response, saying nothing more. In reality, they both knew that after so long at sea, if she hadn't been rescued at the time, she was likely already fish food, lost without a trace.
But if this could give him some peace, then even searching for a lifetime would be acceptable.
As they fell into silence, the sound of the villa's main door opening was heard. Zhan Mohan made a shushing gesture, telling Zhan Yichen to take Feng Shiming upstairs while he stood by the door.
"Shishi, why are you keeping the door closed in broad daylight?"
A man's voice came from outside the door. He walked to the door but did not enter, as if peering inside from the outside.
Zhan Mohan knew he had sensed something was wrong. He immediately pulled the door open, and the two men faced each other. Seeing that the man looked familiar, Zhan Mohan's suspicion seemed to be confirmed.
Although he wasn't entirely sure, the other party recognized him. Seeing him here, he was surprised but didn't show it too obviously.
"Zhan Mohan, it's not easy for you to find this place."
"You are Ji Tong."
Although it was a question, his tone was firm, clearly confirming the other party's identity from his words.
Ji Tong sneered, "It's rare that Mr. Zhan still remembers my name. You flatter me."
"It was always you helping her."
Ji Tong dismissively curled his lips and strolled in as if he were in his own home. "So what? She's mine. If she wants revenge, I'll help her. What's wrong with that, Mr. Zhan? You want to control even this?"
"I'm afraid it's not helping her get revenge, but rather that she's a pawn in your revenge, isn't it?"
They both knew their past grievances well, so there was no need to spell them out. Ji Tong, it seemed, had never given up on revenge over the years, enduring patiently until now. He was indeed capable.
His motive exposed, Ji Tong looked at Zhan Mohan with a twisted expression and said fiercely, "So what? I only made one very, very small mistake back then, and you ruined my life. Your Zhan family is so powerful, do you even care about that thing? To make me go to jail for something worthless, Zhan Mohan, you're quite something."
Regarding the events of that year, Zhan Mohan couldn't recall the specific details. However, fundamentally, being punished for a mistake was only natural. Although, to Zhan Mohan, that incident could have been overlooked, even if it wasn't, it was a punishment he deserved, so how could he blame others?
Zhan Mohan ignored his twisted remarks and got straight to the point, "Since you're back, it's to make my life miserable. This has nothing to do with the people around me. Don't harass my sister anymore."
"Sister Ni?" Ji Tong burst into laughter upon hearing this. "Don't think I don't know, your sister has long been infatuated with you. But now she's mine. I will take away everything that belongs to you, little by little."
He said this with a perverted laugh, but Zhan Mohan remained indifferent.
Seeing his nonchalance, Ji Tong was not satisfied and continued to provoke him. "I heard your wife gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl? I wonder what it feels like to hold your wife and children in your arms?"
These words finally angered Zhan Mohan. He punched Ji Tong squarely in the face. "Are you looking for death?"
Ji Tong took the punch, as if it suited his taste. He licked the blood from his lips and grinned.
"Getting angry already? It turns out Mr. Zhan is just like this, so concerned about a woman?" He laughed somewhat pervertedly. "Tell me, if I were to throw your wife into the sea too, would you go crazy searching for her?"
He had always been the one helping Feng Shiming handle the affairs of the Zhan family, so he naturally knew how frantically Zhan Yichen had searched for Mu Linjing after she was thrown into the sea.
He wanted to see if Zhan Mohan would be as desperate as his younger brother.
Wei Yumeng was Zhan Mohan's bottom line. He clenched his fists and threw another punch. Ji Tong was also strong; he dodged the punch by tilting his head. The two began to fight, neither giving in.
Hearing the commotion downstairs, Zhan Yichen came down and saw the two fighting. He immediately joined in to help Zhan Mohan.
However, what they didn't expect was that the seemingly thin Ji Tong was so resilient. The two of them were struggling against him.
After all, Zhan Mohan had been injured the day before yesterday, and his wound had reopened, with blood seeping from his shoulder.
Ji Tong grinned. "I forgot, Mr. Zhan was injured the day before yesterday while saving his former lover and almost died in that village. You're really something, looking at the bowl while eating from the pot."
Zhan Mohan clutched his bleeding wound, his fighting becoming more intense.