After Rebirth, I was Entangled by a Second Generation Rich Guy Again

Chapter 90

Yang Bo is even stronger than his father, at least he didn’t beg, cry, or show weakness.

After several days of intense interrogation, he was a bit mentally exhausted, but he still remained calm.

“I have no grudge against you. You’re not any stronger than me, but this whole mess was caused by the old man himself,” he said. “But I do have a grudge with your mother.”

This is his half-brother from the same father, and Wen Yu has already learned about the enmity between his mother and Yang Bo’s mother, so his feelings are complex when facing him.

“What do you want to say to me?” he asked.


“Nothing,” Yang Bo said. “Anyway, the outcome is decided. It’s a matter of winner takes all, and there’s nothing more to say. I just feel that the two of us brothers have never really had a proper conversation face to face.”

Wen Yu remained silent for a moment and said, “Just because we share the same blood doesn’t mean we are brothers. The things between the previous generation have determined that we can’t be true brothers.”

“True,” Yang Bo self-mockingly laughed and asked him, “Will you completely eliminate me?”

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“When I stabbed your mom back then, I should have stabbed him too, but I was too cowardly. Sigh.”


Yang Bo concluded, “In all of these things, if anyone is truly innocent, it’s only my mom.”

Wen Yu found that he couldn’t refute. In the midst of this messy situation, not even Wen Guoan was entirely innocent.

The only pure victim in this was Yang Bo’s mother.

Wen Yu understood Yang Bo’s meaning.

“I and my dad won’t lay a hand on your mom,” he said coldly. “Your mom will stay in the hospital for treatment, and I’ll cover the expenses. Consider it a debt my mom owes her.”

Yang Bo smiled with relief.

It was not a pleasant meeting.

After leaving the meeting room, Wen Yu really wanted to forget this conversation. But he couldn’t forget it.

Among friends, the one with the most up-to-date information was Qian Haoran. He was the first to call Wen Yu and ask about the progress.

Without a definite answer yet, Wen Yu didn’t say too much. Instead, he asked, “Is Sun Yaxian in some kind of trouble?”

As soon as he brought this up, Qian Haoran became agitated.

“She’s pregnant,” Qian Haoran said.


Wen Yu was surprised and scolded him, “How could you be so careless?”

Qian Haoran replied, “We had a bit too much to drink.”

Wen Yu asked, “What does she want to do?”

Accidents happen occasionally, but there are simple ways to deal with this sort of situation.

Qian Haoran’s voice sounded quite unhappy, and it was clear that Sun Yaxian had done something to upset him again.

Indeed, Qian Haoran said, “You have no idea how big these young girls’ hearts are nowadays.”

Wen Yu asked, “How big?”

“Ugh!” Qian Haoran replied with irritation, “She actually brought up the idea of getting married. She’s not even at the age to get married, and she’s fantasizing about it.”

Wen Yu responded, “Then, let her get married.”

Qian Haoran was infuriated, saying, “Get lost!”

It was clear that things in his household had settled down.

Wen Yu went back and told Ji Anning, “Sun Yaxian is pregnant, and she wants to marry Qian Haoran. She’s probably looking for you to help convince me to speak on her behalf.”


Ji Anning’s mouth dropped open, and it took her a while to close it.

“Isn’t it fascinating, the way she thinks?” Wen Yu commented. He naturally looked at the problem from Qian Haoran’s perspective.

Ji Anning seemed to understand.

“That’s how it’s written in novels,” she said.


“In the novels that girls read,” Ji Anning explained, “it’s always written like this: they get pregnant and end up being pursued for marriage.”

Wen Yu found it unbelievable and asked, “What kind of novels are so brainless? Do all girls read such novels?”

“Not necessarily, I don’t read them,” Ji Anning replied.

She knew about some of them because Bai Lu and others often discussed them, so she would occasionally overhear snippets of their conversations.

However, Ji Anning and Meng Xinyu were both not interested in these overly imaginative novels. They had experienced more hardships in life than others, faced the harsh realities of the world, and found it difficult to be moved by such dreamlike content.

But when Ji Anning mentioned it, Wen Yu suddenly realized that on this matter, she naturally had a different perspective from him.

It was the perspective of a man versus the perspective of a woman.


Moreover, he keenly noticed that Ji Anning was sitting on the sofa, still holding her notebook, but one of her hands had subconsciously moved to her own abdomen.

The memories of those absurd days suddenly rushed into Wen Yu’s mind.

Afterward, they had both deliberately refrained from bringing it up, trying to forget it. Those days were genuinely not happy, both mentally and physically. What was released could be called pain more than desire.

But at the same time, Wen Yu recalled how Ji Anning’s body had been entwined with his. The warmth of their bodies, the pungent odor in the room.

Wen Yu remembered that Ji Anning’s breathing had been erratic, yet she had never made a sound, as if enduring torture.

She, too, was unhappy.

Wen Yu looked at Ji Anning on the sofa and felt regret in his heart.

Their first time together shouldn’t have happened like that, and those memories shouldn’t have been left behind.

He saw that her hand remained on her abdomen, and although her eyes were still fixed on the notebook screen, her focus had clearly drifted.

Wen Yu set down his glass of water and walked over to the coffee table, sitting down. He extended his palm and placed it on Ji Anning’s abdomen.

His hand was warm, and Ji Anning came back to herself, smiling. “I don’t have it.”

Wen Yu was certain.

But his palm gently caressed Ji Anning’s abdomen. She had been exercising regularly, and her abdomen was not only flat but also firm. Wen Yu remembered her cute, round belly button.

So, he reached in to play with that round, cute belly button.

It tickled, and Ji Anning laughed, setting aside her notebook to catch his hand.

Wen Yu moved to the sofa, taking her into his arms.

Many things had settled, and Ji Anning could sense Wen Yu’s rare relaxation. He held her in his arms, kissed her hair, nibbled her earlobes, gradually becoming affectionate. Finally, he buried his face in the nape of her neck, sensually sucking and softly panting.

Ji Anning felt Wen Yu’s growing desire. In the past month, he had been carrying the heavy burden of his father’s empire, leaving him no time to think about basic desires like physical intimacy.

Ji Anning closed her eyes, staying still, trying not to provoke him.

Wen Yu’s teeth nibbled her neck, causing a slight sting and an electric-like sensation.

But he didn’t go further, adjusted his breathing, and released her, saying, “I’m going to take a shower.”

Ji Anning lazily responded with a simple “Mmm.”

Wen Yu’s body shivered; he hugged her tightly and nuzzled her again before getting up hastily.

Both of them were clear-headed, and most things had been settled, but Cheng Lian hadn’t been buried yet.

As they lay down to sleep at night, Ji Anning asked, “So, what are Qian Haoran and Sun Yaxian planning to do?”

Wen Yu replied, “They broke up.” He used the past tense.

Ji Anning fell silent and turned over.

Wen Yu held her and said, “They’re both adults.”

One had been careless, the other had grand ambitions. In the adult world, there often isn’t a pure right or wrong.

But Wen Yu thought he would never be as careless as Qian Haoran, and he would never let Ji Anning’s body be harmed like that.

Ultimately, Qian Haoran didn’t really care about Sun Yaxian from the bottom of his heart. But he would never be that way with Ji Anning.

However, if, just if… everyone knows there’s no 100% effective contraception in the world, even condoms have a 97% contraceptive probability.

If by some miracle it happened…

That night, for the first time in his life, Wen Yu seriously pondered this question. His hand remained on Ji Anning’s abdomen, and the two of them fell asleep like that.

The next day, when Wen Yu saw Wen Guoan again, he suddenly, without much thought, said, “What’s it like to suddenly think about becoming a dad?”

Wen Guoan was surprised and asked, “Who got you thinking about this?”

“Qian Haoran,” Wen Yu said. “He got someone pregnant.”

Wen Guoan expressed envy, saying, “Look at other people’s kids!”

“What’s there to envy?” Wen Yu replied. “They broke up.”

Wen Guoan’s expression changed instantly, and he scolded Wen Yu, “You ungrateful child! I need to have a talk with his dad.”

Wen Yu was taken aback, thinking, “Why is he reporting to parents?”

He changed the subject and got to the serious matter, saying, “My mom is still in the police station. When do you plan to bury her? And my maternal grandparents have been making a fuss for a month now, they want to see you.”

These were all matters of the heart, and Wen Guoan had to handle them.

In mid-April, Wen Guoan arranged for a dignified funeral for Cheng Lian.

Wen Yu’s maternal grandparents cried and made a scene, demanding an explanation from Wen Guoan. He gave them one, and they fell silent.

Before leaving for abroad, they earnestly admonished Wen Yu to be filial to Wen Guoan, to obey him, and not to anger him. They both acted cautiously, hesitant to speak.

Finally, Wen Yu grew impatient.

Cheng Lian’s temperament was nurtured by these two people.

But Wen Yu was raised by Wen Guoan, and he didn’t buy into their act. He saw through it and said, “It’s because I’m not my dad’s biological child, right? Just say it.”

The two elderly people were taken aback, “You, you know?”

Wen Yu had never been emotionally attached to them, and he calmly said, “You two go back and live your lives. If you run out of money, let me know. You don’t need to worry about my affairs.”

He saw them off on the plane, and everything quieted down.

After Wen Guoan came out, he took care of all the mess, and Wen Yu didn’t have to bear it anymore. Watching the plane take off, Wen Yu turned around and felt a sense of relief throughout his body.

He had other things to do today.

He had promised Ji Anning a special dinner, and he had a special arrangement in mind.

Dinner was set at a Michelin-starred restaurant, with exquisite food that tantalized the taste buds.

Wen Yu frequently poured wine for Ji Anning, and he had some himself.

Ji Anning asked, “You’re not driving tonight?”

Wen Yu’s eyes were bright, and he said, “No driving tonight.”

For some reason, Ji Anning’s heart started beating faster. She had thought that after their intimacy, she wouldn’t feel this way again, but it seemed she was mistaken.

The intense pressure Wen Yu had been under for the past two months had caused him to completely restrain himself, giving Ji Anning the illusion of a long-married couple’s bond.

It was all an illusion.

Ji Anning lowered her head, took a sip of red wine, and raised her head with a hint of glistening wine on her lips.

Wen Yu glanced at it, leaned in, and gently kissed her, sensually savoring the wine. His tongue even brushed against her lips, skillful and experienced.

Perhaps due to the alcohol, his eyes were sharp, and they had a strong hint of aggression.

After parting from Ji Anning’s lips, he noticed a slight goosebump-like texture on the nape of her neck.

Wen Yu, with a playful smile, touched the area, gently caressing it with his fingertips, and whispered in her ear, “Don’t rush.”

Take it slow.

Sansukini: Some sweet scenes coming up.

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  1. Melicow

    Finally everything is settled down.
    Yang bo’s mother is innocent. She was played by a pervert narcissist.
    My mom always tell me to be wary of too beautiful men or men that reveal their past too fast. This story even if it is a fiction, it not far from the truth.