The poor husband I picked up turned out to be from a wealthy family

Chapter 499 Yan Bei visits Liu Xinxin

the next day.

Yang Jian is already waiting at the door of our villa.

Yan Bei had a simple breakfast and then went out.

"Good morning, Mr. Yan." Yang Jian greeted Yan Bei when he saw him.

Yan Bei nodded and got into the car.

He spoke directly.

"Go to the Kyoto Public Security Bureau."

"Mr. Yan, what are you going to the Public Security Bureau for?" Yang Jian asked.

"Go see Liu Xinxin."

"Young Master Yan, are you okay? Don't you hate Liu Xinxin? If she's locked up, you'll have some peace and quiet. Why do you still have to take the initiative to visit her?"

"After all, her imprisonment has something to do with me," Yan Bei said.

"OK then!"

Yang Jian didn't say anything else and drove directly to the Kyoto Public Security Bureau.

Arrived at the Public Security Bureau.

Yan Bei said, "Wait for me outside!"

"it is good."

Yan Bei got out of the car.

Then he walked towards the entrance of the Public Security Bureau with big strides.

Yan Bei walked into the Public Security Bureau's visiting room, feeling heavy and mixed. The cold white paint on the walls and the dim light overhead made the small space seem even more oppressive. Liu Xinxin sat across from him. Through the thick glass, her once bright eyes were now bloodshot, her hair tangled and scattered across her shoulders, a complete loss of her former brightness.

The moment she saw Yan Bei, Liu Xinxin's eyes suddenly lit up, then dimmed again, her lips trembling slightly, as if she had a thousand words to say but didn't know where to start.

Yan Bei picked up the receiver and said in a low voice: "You didn't expect this day to come, did you?" Liu Xinxin smiled bitterly, tears welling up in her eyes: "I... I regret it, but it's too late. I knew it was impossible between us, but I still..." Liu Xinxin choked.

Yan Bei's eyes were filled with disappointment and heartache. "You resorted to such cruel means to marry into my family and even killed your own parents. How could you do that?" Liu Xinxin covered her face with her hands, sobbing uncontrollably. "I... I was bewildered at the time. I thought as long as I could be with you, nothing else mattered. I thought that by using those means to secure marriage, I would be happy, but now I realize how wrong I was."

Yan Bei took a deep breath, "Feelings really can't be forced. I never had that kind of feeling for you from the beginning to the end."

Liu Xinxin raised her head and looked at Yan Bei with pleading eyes: "Yan Bei, can you forgive me? Even just a little bit. In this cold place, I reflect on myself every day. I know that my sins are unforgivable."

Yan Bei was silent for a long time, then slowly said, "Forgiveness is not that easy. The harm caused by your actions is too great, and that pain cannot be erased by a simple apology. But I hope you can reform yourself in this prison and truly recognize your mistakes."

Liu Xinxin nodded vigorously: "I will, I definitely will. I repent every day, and I will spend the rest of my life making up for my mistakes."

Yan Bei was silent for a moment, then said, "I have something else to do, so I'll leave first. It's better to know your mistakes than not to know them."

Liu Xinxin burst into tears: "I remember, Brother Yanbei, thank you for coming to see me and letting me feel a little warmth in this darkness."

Yan Bei twitched his lips and then hung up the phone.

The meeting ended, and Yan Bei stood up, took one last look at Liu Xinxin, and turned to leave. Behind him, he could hear Liu Xinxin crying, echoing in the silent Public Security Bureau corridor, as if expressing her regret for her past mistakes and her longing for a new life.

Yan Bei left the Public Security Bureau.

Walk directly towards the car.

Got in the car.

Silence did not speak.

Yang Jian said, "Mr. Yan, what's wrong? Have you seen Miss Liu?"

"Ok!"

Yan Bei responded softly.

Yang Jian thought about it for a while and didn't ask any more questions. It seemed that Yan Bei was not in a good mood.

"Mr. Yan, are we going back to the company now?"

"Correct."

"it is good."

Yang Jian drove to the company again.

Yan Bei broke his appointment with Zhang Dan yesterday because he was too busy.

But he has to make up for it at noon today. After all, he has to go because of the cooperation.

It was almost noon when Yan Bei called Zhang Dan.

"Miss Zhang, are you free at noon today?"

"If it's Young Master Yan who asks me out, of course I have time."

"Okay, I'll send you the location later."

"Ok."

"..."

Yan Bei hung up the phone and sent the address to Zhang Dan.

Then just get on with the work.

At this time, Zhang Dan curled the corners of his mouth after hanging up the phone.

There was an unconcealable joy on his face.

She used to admire Yan Bei very much and had a kind of admiration for him. Now that she could get close to Yan Bei, she was of course very happy.

Zhang Dan stood before a large floor-to-ceiling mirror, a rare hint of nervousness and anticipation in her eyes. Tonight, she was going to meet the man she had long harbored in her heart. As a resolute business woman, she never hesitated in the heated debates at the negotiation table or the decisive moments of decision-making. But when it came time to discuss a partnership with Yan Bei, she felt as flustered as a young woman entering the world of love for the first time.

Her fingers wandered through her closet, her eyes scanning the exquisitely tailored business suits of various styles. Normally, these symbols of power and confidence seemed inadequate to her current needs. Finally, her hand settled on a pale pink dress. A gift from a friend, it had been stashed away, never worn. The pale pink hem resembled a gentle cloud, and the delicate lace trim at the neckline evoked a touch of romance, a stark contrast to her usual sophisticated image.

Zhang Dan gently put the dress on, zipping it up at the back, feeling the soft hem cling to her body. Standing in front of the mirror, she turned slightly, looking at the strange yet charming self in the mirror. Her long hair, always meticulously tied up, was now down, cascading down her shoulders like black satin.

She is completely different from the strong woman who calls the shots in the business world and has a strong aura.

She took a deep breath, picked up the small handbag on the table, and walked out of the house with light steps. The sound of her high heels hitting the ground made a crisp sound, as if knocking on her excited and nervous heart.

Although they were discussing cooperation, she was thinking about more than just cooperation...