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Chapter 201: Don’t Even Think About Threatening Me Again

    <h4>Chapter 201: Chapter 201: Don’t Even Think About Threatening Me Again</h4>


    He knew far more than she could ever imagine.


    "If you want to know,e find me at Central Park at nine o’clock tomorrow morning, and I’ll tell you."


    An Ruo eximed in astonishment, "Why go there?"


    Wasn’t he supposed to be having his wedding there tomorrow?


    Wasn’t she afraid that her presence would upset Yun Feixue?


    "Just tell me now."


    The man chuckled lightly, "An Ruo, do you think I would tell you so easily? If you don’te, you’ll never know the truth. I’m telling you, no one else will tell you about what happened back then, only I will."


    "Are you trying to use this to threaten me?" An Ruo asked angrily, "I’m telling you, don’t expect to threaten me again! I would rather not know than be threatened by you."


    Tang Yuchen couldn’t help butugh, "Baby, you know me so well. However, the thing I want to tell you isn’t just this. There’s another matter that is very important, and I believe you would be very interested in knowing."


    "You don’t need to tempt me, I won’t fall for it," she said indifferently, even if she was truly interested, she wouldn’t go to see him.


    Knowing it was like walking into a lion’s den, she would be a fool to go.


    Tang Yuchen pulled out a faint cold smile, this woman was bing harder and harder to deal with.


    He narrowed his eyes slightly and threw out the biggest bait, "Don’t you want to know the truth about your parents’ death, either?"


    An Ruo suddenly froze, her mind going nk, losing her ability to react momentarily.


    "What... are you talking about?"


    Was she hearing things, or had she heard wrong just now?


    "Nine o’clock tomorrow morning, if you don’te, you’ll never know," Tang Yuchen didn’t answer her question but simply warned her, and then he hung up the phone.


    An Ruo was stunned for a moment, then redialed, but the man didn’t pick up her call, no matter how many times she tried, he didn’t answer.


    Inside her, innumerable voices were screaming, she wanted to know the truth, she really wanted to know!


    An Ruo covered her face with her hands, her heart in turmoil.


    What did the truth about her parents’ death mean? What was this all about?


    Unable to stand it any longer, An Ruo immediately changed her clothes and went to Tang Yuchen’s vi by car.


    Upon entering the vi, she said she was looking for Tang Yuchen, but Uncle Tao the butler told her that the young master was not at home. She didn’t believe it and searched everywhere, but he was indeed not there.


    It seemed she would have to go find him tomorrow morning.


    No matter what he threatened her with, she was going to try, because she really wanted to know everything.


    ————


    Early in the morning, An Ruo arrived at Central Park.


    The wedding of Tang Yuchen and Yun Feixue was scheduled for eleven in the morning, but by nine o’clock, many guests had already arrived. The vastwn was filled with well-dressed members of the upper ss.


    An Ruo pulled out her phone and dialed his number, "Hello, I’m here, where are you?"


    "Wait there, someone wille to meet you." The man didn’t say much, and he hung up the phone directly.


    "Chen, who ising?" Yun Feixue was putting on makeup; she turned her head and asked him, thinking that it was a rtive or friending to attend their wedding.


    Tang Yuchen, dressed in a white suit, looked very handsome today.


    He walked up behind her, leaned down slightly, and looked at the woman in the mirror. The corners of his mouth curled up into a devilishly charming arc, "Baby, I’ll give you a big giftter, and I hope you’ll like it."
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