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It was getting harder and harder for Jia to stay in control of her emotions.

On the other hand, Lihua thought that he was a complete idiot, who was uttering nonsense. She thought that maybe she wasn't giving him the reaction he wanted, so he was saying whatever he wanted to elicit one.

Jiang Zhen said, "Now before you shout and cry again that it's impossible for your parents to do this and bla bla, I will tell you the whole story. Listen to me, and then listen to your ex-husband to confirm if I am really talking nonsense or not."

He smiled. "Hmm...where should we start from? Shen Yang. What do you think?"

Shen Yang smiled. "Whatever you think is right, Boss."

"Hahaha! That's my boy. I always do the right thing, don't I?"

He rubbed his chin and looked at Lihua. "Do you know the four influential families who have worked in the Underworld together. Of course, the Jiangs were always at their apex. Then do you know who the other three families are?"

Lihua glared at him. "I won't answer your baseless questions!"

He waved his hand in dismissal. "Anyway. The other three families are the Yangs, Lus and the Chengs. Out of these three, you definitely know who the Yangs are. Then my dear grandpa Zhao Weisheng must have told you about the Lus too. Their last descendant is right beside you, crying a river of tears."

Lu Bojing bit his lip.

Jia glanced at him.

Last descendant of the Lu clan…

She remembered Mingshen telling how he had sent Lu Bojing to protect Lihua from any danger.

She wasn't the one to judge a book based on its cover, but when she had tried to escape from the lab one time, Lu Bojing hadn't turned violent at all to stop her. He didn't show any resistance even though she had pointed a glass shred on his neck. When she had captured him, she didn't feel any sort of strength in him at all.

Jiang Zhen said, "Did he tell you about the Chengs?"

Lihua narrowed her eyes.

"Oh, he did?" His gaze beamed. "Then this makes it easy. The Cheng family was an expert in spying, hiding and information gathering. The Jiang family's heir is yours truly. The Yang family's heir is Yang Mingshen. The Lu family's heir is Lu Bojing...Then you are the last surviving daughter of the Cheng family."

Lihua froze.

Wei shut his eyes in helplessness. He really, really, didn't want Lihua to know the past.

Jiang Yubi gasped. She faced Jiang Weizhe and asked, "Weizhe, he is lying, right?"

He said nothing.

"Weizhe!"

Lihua smiled. "Jiang Zhen. I think you have drunk too much. Or maybe today's victory has gotten over your head that you are saying such nonsense. Cheng family? Underworld? Do you even know how I have been raised up until now?"

He chuckled. "I know. Of course, I know. It's by your dearest Song family. They raised you. But they haven't given birth to you. They had only one daughter, and that is Song Jia. You were adopted later on."

Lihua widened her eyes.

"And that was a marvelous move. Indeed, the Cheng family lived up to their name. Your adopted father Song Wuying and adopted mother Song Lan worked with the police enforcement. The law enforcement was naturally against the Underworld and the illegal activities we did. We were always at each other's throats. But then your dear father-in-law thought of an idea. Instead of always fighting with each other, why don't the two entities cooperate?

The cops needed the Underworld as much as we needed them. Heh. You must know, right? Many times, the law officials have come to Jiang Wei, asking for his help in assassinating those powerful people where law is also helpless against them. Like businessmen, politicians…"

Lihua remembered Old Madam telling her this once.

"And then the Underworld needs cooperation from cops to bypass some of their laws for them to do their illegal activities. It was a give and take which uncle Jiang Weizhe decided to target for a fucking harmony between the law and Underworld. Right, uncle?"

Jiang Weizhe didn't respond.

"He and the Yangs approved of this. The Lus were out of the picture. As for the Cheng family...it was at that time that the Cheng family was finally coming out of their hiding after waiting for a long time after uncle Jiang Zemin died. They are a bunch of careful bastards," he sneered. "But even then, they only and only let Jiang Weizhe know about this. As that family was back, uncle Weizhe naturally took their opinion too. They also fucking agreed. And for this cooperation to happen, guess who was on the cops' side?"

Silence.

He laughed. "Tadah! You are right. It was Song Wuying and Song Lan. Song Wuying was the Chief of Beijing police headquarters at that time. After a long discussion, they finally agreed after setting some terms and conditions that both parties had to adhere to. Except, there was one big problem."

Jiang Zhen smiled. "It was my grandfather. He didn't agree to this bullshit. Why should we cooperate with the cops? They can only be our puppets who work on our orders, not our partners. Never. The Underworld will rule everything! Black market, law, politics, business - every single thing. We don't need a fucking cooperation. Wouldn't that mean that we are cowards? And Jiangs are not cowards. It was tough, but grandpa finally found a way to contact the Cheng family. We wanted them to join hands with us against uncle Weizhe. But those shits disagreed."

"And then guess what happened? Naturally, my grandpa was furious by their refusal. So, we did what we always do.. Kill the Cheng family."