After Transmigrating as a Tycoon’s Wife, My Thoughts Are Heard by the Whole Family

Upon hearing this, Yang Feng's parents immediately became anxious. This was something their son had fought for with his life—how could they just go back on their word like that?

"Is it because your parents don't agree? My son is about to die! How can you people from wealthy families be so petty and calculating?"

"Call your parents in here! I want to see how they can even bring themselves to speak!"

The two of them looked ferocious, their ugly behavior on full display as they jumped around in agitation.

The others who had followed them in looked on with disgust.

Qin Yi was the most confused among them. He held Yang Weiwei's hand as she kept her head down in silence, completely unable to understand his sister's actions.

Although he also thought the idea of divorce was absurd, he knew Qin Wenqiang wasn't someone who acted on impulse or made promises lightly.

Moreover, Qin Wenqiang didn't care about those assets at all. Since she had agreed, why would she suddenly change her mind?

Qin Yi glanced back at the members of Qin Second's family and saw that they all had expressions of anticipation, as if waiting for a show to unfold. This only added to his confusion.

Meanwhile, Yang Feng, who had been stunned by Qin Wenqiang's words, gradually began to sense that something was wrong. After all, he had been married to Qin Wenqiang for many years, and he could tell whether she was angry or grieving.

But Qin Wenqiang wasn't just angry now—she was furious, her gaze so intense it seemed as if she wished him dead.

Yang Feng's lips began to tremble. He was already at the end of his strength, barely able to speak, but he still managed to ask, "Wife, what's... what's wrong? Why all of a sudden... You know me, I never really wanted to divorce you, I just..."

"You know me? After all these years of marriage, you know me..." Qin Wenqiang murmured, then suddenly bent down, leaning close to the patient on the hospital bed. In a voice filled with cold determination, she said, "I know you. You're a good husband, a good father. So, everything we've worked for together will ultimately belong to our daughter, right?"

"You... you woman! All you care about is money!" Yang Feng's parents continued to curse, but no one paid them any attention.

When they tried to approach Qin Wenqiang, Qin Xian and Qin Chaohui immediately stepped in front of them, blocking their path to their sister-in-law.

The two men, clearly from a prestigious background, exuded an intimidating aura that made the older couple hesitate, leaving them to desperately shout at Yang Feng instead.

But Yang Feng seemed to have stopped hearing them.

A dying man was already hanging on by a thread, waiting for his plans to succeed. Now, it seemed he realized that his schemes might never come to fruition.

And so, that last thread was about to snap.

"Wife, that's my hard work too. You can't... you can't just..."

Qin Wenqiang looked at Yang Feng's hypocritical, pitiful face and smiled. "Since you dared to do it, why can't I? You married a daughter of the Qin Family. How could I let some stray cats and dogs take advantage of my daughter? You really underestimated me."

Yang Feng's face was already pale with the pallor of death. In what seemed like a final burst of energy, his eyes widened—whether to curse, beg for forgiveness, or continue his act of playing the victim, no one could tell.

But Qin Wenqiang didn't give him the chance to speak. "Shh, be quiet. Watch from above and see how I'll make all your plans come to nothing."

As soon as she said this, the room fell silent.

Yang Feng's parents seemed to finally understand what was happening. The mask had been torn off—had everything been exposed?

"Wenqiang..." Yang Feng's parents were now panicking, trying to say something, but the monitors connected to Yang Feng's body began to sound alarms.

In an instant, the room was filled with noise and chaos. Qin Wenqiang coldly stepped back, turned, and went to embrace her daughter, leaving Yang Feng's parents to collapse by his bedside, wailing.

Yang Weiwei didn't look at the hospital bed; she just cried quietly.

Gradually, everything faded to nothing.

Qin Yi looked at his deceased brother-in-law, unable to feel grief. His expression was grim. "What do you mean? From what you just said, did Yang Feng... did he do something to betray you?"

Qin Wenqiang's face was icy, her gaze fixed on her late husband. Finally, she was a widow.

She let out a bitter laugh and leaned in to whisper in Qin Yi's ear, "Go, help me find the hospital director. It's time to take care of things."

Qin Yi's eyes widened as he listened to Qin Wenqiang's instructions.

The members of Qin Second's family couldn't hear what the siblings were saying, but they had their own source of gossip—Ji Fei.

[Quick, ruthless, decisive—Big Sister is amazing! She's going straight for cremation and a funeral in one go!]n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

The three siblings from Qin Second's family were shocked.

Qin Xian, however, wasn't surprised. After all, delays could lead to complications, and Big Sister was always one to consider such things.

So when the twins from Fourth Uncle Qin's family arrived with Auntie and Eldest Uncle, they saw hospital staff preparing to wheel away a body covered with a white sheet, while Yang Feng's parents were making a scene, trying to stop them.

Yang Feng's parents didn't actually understand Qin Wenqiang's intentions—they just couldn't bear to let their son go without a proper farewell. Now that everything had been exposed, they thought their grandchildren should at least come to say goodbye to their father.

But Qin Wenqiang didn't give them the chance. She coldly called in bodyguards to clear the way, and by the time Auntie and Eldest Uncle realized what was happening, the body had already been taken away.

"What on earth is going on...?" Auntie asked anxiously, feeling that everything was strange.

Eldest Uncle, on the other hand, was more concerned about his daughter and granddaughter's emotional state.

When Qin Wenqiang saw her parents, she finally let her guard down and broke down in tears, telling them about the injustices she and Weiwei had suffered.

[Sigh. Back then, Qin Wenqiang had agreed to Yang Feng's pursuit partly because of her parents' relationship. Eldest Uncle had married into the Qin Family, but the couple had always supported each other, never letting the fact that the wife was more successful cause any friction. So Qin Wenqiang thought she could also find happiness by marrying someone of a lower status. But reality had slapped her hard in the face.]

Qin Yan and Qin Rong could relate deeply. Like Qin Wenqiang, they had been too sheltered by the Qin Family, growing up surrounded by harmonious relationships among their elders. They had never thought there was anything wrong with marrying men who were less accomplished than themselves. At first, they had believed that true love could overcome any obstacle.

But now, they had to admit that the likelihood of a woman being unhappy in a marriage where she "married down" was far higher than in a marriage of equals.

So they couldn't use Eldest Uncle as an exception to prove the rule.

After hearing Qin Wenqiang's story, Auntie and Eldest Uncle were so angry their blood pressure spiked. If Yang Feng hadn't already been dead, they would have lunged at him and torn apart the scoundrel who had deceived their daughter for so many years.

How dare he try to use their daughter's hard-earned money to support a mistress and illegitimate child! The nerve!

"Did you know all along that your son was having an affair and raising a love child? Was it all because you wanted a grandson?" The usually mild-mannered Eldest Uncle pointed at Yang Feng's parents and shouted, "I always knew you were no good! The apple doesn't fall far from the tree!"

"Hmph! We've tolerated your Yang Family relatives leeching off the Qin Family for long enough, but to dare betray my daughter? You really have no sense of shame!" Auntie scolded.

Now that the mask was off, the two troublemakers decided to go all out.

"So what if we did? Your daughter couldn't give us a grandson. Were we supposed to let the Yang Family line die out just because we married into your family? If your daughter wouldn't give us a grandson, we had to find a way ourselves! In the end, it's your daughter who failed Yang Feng. We could have had him divorce her, but we were kind enough not to!"

"And what about your daughter? My son's last request, and she wouldn't even grant it. She watched him die without lifting a finger. She's a heartless viper! But it doesn't matter. It's my son's inheritance, and even if we can't take all of it, we'll still get the lion's share!"

[Holy crap, these two old geezers are shameless! But they probably don't know that Yang Feng is already ashes. The only ones left to fight Big Sister and Weiwei over the inheritance are the two of you.]