年轻母亲6高清中文

Jiang Zhen tilted his head. "What is there to be out of my mind in this? Isn't it true? What your ex-husband had until now all belonged to Jiang Shan, my grandfather. My dead grand-uncle tried to murder him and killed my great-grandfather and snatched everything away from us. We are just reclaiming and taking everything back. And since we are taking everything back anyway, why don't we take it with interest? Jiang Wei was the Mafia King before. The Underworld he ruled is mine now," a sinister smile lifted his lips, "and the wife he loved so much will become my woman."

"SHUT UP!!!"

Her loud, angry roar resounded in the room that dropped the temperature by many degrees.

"Your woman? YOUR WOMAN? You have already disgusted me enough! Is there any limit to how low you can stoop!? What do you think of me? An object you can claim as you wish? You think I am automatically yours because you won? I would kill myself rather than you making me your bedmate!" She sneered. "And won? What have you won? You are taking your temporary victory as if you have achieved something great? Jiang Zhan, no matter how many tricks you play, you cannot even hold a candle to Wei!"

He narrowed his eyes.

"Do you think putting Wei to jail, planting a mole in the Underworld, or making the gangs go against him will make you win? You will never be able to overthrow him. Do you know why? Because a coward like you can only use cheap tricks. You didn't have the guts to declare an all-out war with Wei. That's why you played the game from the shadows. And now you have the audacity to claim his position?" She laughed. "It's not good to live in illusions, Jiang Zhan."

Silence.

Jiang Zhen wasn't someone to be trifled with. He didn't tolerate anybody speaking even a word against him, and here Lihua gave a speech that would make him kill her at the snap of his finger.

But Jiang Zhen wasn't furious. He looked at her with interest, his eerie smile widening.

"The one living in illusions is you, Song Lihua. In fact, I must say that you are living in a bubble. You are defending a man who killed your family."

She froze.

Lu Bojing slightly stiffened. He showed nothing on his face.

"Wonder how I know about it?" Jiang Zhen once again got up and stood closer to her. Qingqing hissed, warning him to keep his distance. Of course, he didn't bother. "I know a lot about you, Song Lihua. More than you know about yourself," he mysteriously said.

You are going to pay for not heeding my warning, human. This Queen will definitely teach you a lesson one day!

Jiang Zhen focused on Lihua. "So, this is the extent of your love for your sister?" He provoked her. "He killed your beloved family, and you are singing the murderer's praises…" he sighed, "I expected much more from you."

Lihua shot him a deadly glare. "Me defending Wei has got nothing to do with my sister. The part that he is the culprit is different. But it doesn't change the fact he is capable," she smirked, "miles by you at that."

He raised his brow. "This is interesting. I am saying family, and you are saying sister."

Lihua suspiciously stared at him.

Then he laughed out loud. "Hahaha. That's why…you are acting like this. Maybe only Song Jia's life doesn't matter to you. But will you still stand up for him if I say that he has killed your parents too?"

She was blank. The only emotion reflecting in her eyes was confusion.

Lu Bojing felt as if he was zapped by thunder himself. He knew that Wei was responsible for Jia's 'death', but how did their parents come into the picture too?

Her expression was filled with iciness as she threw daggers at him. "Jiang Zhen. I warn you not to cross your line."

He chuckled. "It's your ex-husband who has long since crossed his line. First, he killed your parents and then your sister. And you are willing to defend such a man? You say I am a coward. But Song Lihua tch tch tch...the biggest coward is actually Jiang Wei. See? Even after he was exposed, he didn't bother telling you that he is the murderer of your whole family, not just your sister."

Lihua unblinkingly stared at her.

"Why do you think your sister was so obsessed with the Mafia King?" He was enjoying himself seeing her state, who was sneering at him just a few moments ago. "Why do you think she put her life on the line to expose him? Because she wanted revenge from the man who made her an orphan."

Lu Bojing paled and anxiously pulled Lihua behind him. "E-enough! Don't think we will believe the n-nonsense you are spewing!"

"Kids shouldn't interrupt when adults are talking," Jiang Zhan flashed him a cold and murderous stare.

Lu Bojing instinctively trembled in fear, yet he stood firm by Lihua's side.

Jiang Zhen eased a second later and lazily smiled. "But you're right too. We have lots of time to talk. And lots of time to punish you for your disrespect," he eyed Lu Bojing as he said that. "There is so much for her to know. We can do it slowly."

He snapped his finger, and a maid hastily came, bowing her head.

"Take them away."

Lihua clenched her fist. "You are only inviting death by doing this. It's in your interest that you let us go."

"We will see about that later. How can I miss the chance of snatching Jiang Wei's ex-wife?"

Lihua stared at him, and then her lips curved into a cold smile. "You will regret bringing me here."

"And I will have fun taming you."

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The maid walked in front of them and stopped in front of a room. "You will stay here from now on."

She opened the door and coldly said, "Don't create any fuss and get inside."

Lihua and Lu Bojing were quiet. They were in no position to try to escape recklessly.

They stepped inside, and the maid shut the door with a bang.

"Who is it?" A voice came from a distance.

Lihua widened her eyes, and so did Lu Bojing.

There is someone else here too?

They saw someone's back facing them. He seemed to be an elderly man, quietly sitting on a chair as he stared ahead. Then he slowly turned his head and faced the new 'guests.'

Lihua rapidly blinked her eyes as their gazes met. She stepped closer to take a good look at him.

There was no doubt about it.

The same features, the same exquisite appearance, the same black irises and the same Godly handsome face that could take someone's breath away, but which was much older than Wei and Jiang Weizhe.

Her breath stopped in her throat as she said, "Zhao Weisheng."