Surrounded by the Billionaire's Deep Doting

Chapter 985: Chapter 681: A Piece of Advice—Show No Mercy

Xiao Anhe chuckled softly, raising his eyes with tears in them, "Do you all think... isn’t it true?"

"Dean Xiao... it seems you know quite a lot about our affairs."

Yin Shixiu said lightly, reaching for a glass of water nearby, his palm brushing against it.

Xiao Anhe grabbed a tissue from the side, wiped his tears and snot, and didn’t bother to deny it for the moment.

Su Xiaomeng glanced at Xiao Anhe,

"Dean Xiao... it seems you really don’t want the Rong Family to have it easy..."

"Rong Liang sheltered his daughter, just because of a little jealousy, it caused the death of the person I love... Even if it’s someone from the Rong Family with their blood, or just an ordinary person with the surname Rong unrelated to the Rong Family in Beijing, I find them all an eyesore..."

Xiao Anhe blew his nose and continued,

"I know... Brother Yin got such a severe injury during the Tianjin Port incident more than three months ago, and I also know that Brother Yin and the father and son of the Rong Group have always been at odds."

"Dean Xiao, you’re overstating it. We and the Rong Family are not exactly sworn enemies."

Yin Shixiu quickly waved his hand to speak softly.

"Hehe... Even if Brother Yin doesn’t think so, doesn’t Mrs. Yin think so either?"

Xiao Anhe suddenly turned the topic to Su Xiaomeng.

Su Xiaomeng raised her eyes, meeting the still visibly red-rimmed eyes of Xiao Anhe.

"Someone who seeks every possible way to put your husband to death and who nearly succeeded in burying your husband at sea, doesn’t Mrs. Yin feel this is irreconcilable?"

"..."

Su Xiaomeng pressed her lips together, even though the Xiao Anhe in front of her showed a genuine side today before her and Yin Shixiu.

When the meaning and direction of these words shifted slightly, Xiao Meng wouldn’t readily respond.

However, her big eyes were firmly fixed on Xiao Anhe, wanting to see something from the slightly tear-glistening depths of his eyes at the moment.

"Dean Xiao... if you have any thoughts, just say it. The secrets you’ve hidden in your heart for so many years, telling them to me and my wife today... I’m sure it’s not entirely impulsive."

Yin Shixiu remained as rational and calm as always.

Xiao Anhe didn’t answer immediately, his gaze was fixed on the table in front of him, with three empty bowls, the porridge still steaming a bit in the pot beside.

The wind outside continued to blow, the sudden rain continued to strike against the window panes, sounds drumming in one’s ears.

They were all patient people...

Especially Xiao Anhe, whose seemingly unlikable greedy facade could fool most people, but not Yin Shixiu and Su Xiaomeng.

At fifty-one, Xiao Anhe’s eyebrows and eyes, the thoughts in his mind bore the accumulation of years.

"It can’t be called a thought, just purely giving you a word of advice."

Xiao Anhe took a deep breath, straightened up, and raised his head, his gaze meeting Yin Shixiu and Su Xiaomeng’s,

"Show no mercy to anyone in the Rong Family."

"..."

"Show no mercy to anyone in the Rong Family."

"..."

After saying this, Xiao Anhe’s gaze on Yin Shixiu and Su Xiaomeng moved away.

"As for the matters between me and Rong Liang’s daughter, as well as between me and the old dean, I absolutely will not rely on Brother Yin and Mrs. Yin’s hands to balance the grudges in my heart. On this point, do not doubt."

"..."

"If Mr. Xiao has unintentionally opened the chatterbox today, I ask that you do not mention what was said to others."

"Dean Xiao, rest assured, my wife and I are not gossipmongers."

Yin Shixiu explained.

Xiao Anhe nodded, smiled, propped himself on the table, and rose,

"It’s getting late, and seeing the storm outside that never ceases... one can’t help but think that life’s collisions are just like this..."

Life against life.

"Mrs. Yin, leave the table, put it aside, and let the caregivers clean it up tomorrow."

Su Xiaomeng nodded slightly,

"I’ll put the pot and bowls in the kitchen, it’ll be easier for the caregivers to clean up later. If you’re tired, Dean Xiao, rest early."

"Yes, then... goodnight."

As Xiao Anhe spoke, he left the table and walked out of the room, carefully closing the door softly behind him.

The room couldn’t be called quiet, the strong wind howled outside, stirring a person’s heart along with it.

Su Xiaomeng looked up at Yin Shixiu, who sat in a wheelchair, his handsome face expressionless, but his dark eyes were full of gravity.

She got up and put the bowls and chopsticks into the pot, wiped the table with a cloth, and then took the pot out.

When she came back in, Yin Shixiu remained in the same position, not moving, even the place where his gaze rested seemed unchanged.