When Zhong Yan, heiress to the Zhong family, stepped into the Jiang residence, Wen Li was kneeling in the living room, cleaning Jiang Jin’s gun.
“Where did this filthy thing come from?” Zhong Yan’s high heel lifted Wen Li’s chin. Then she spotted the suggestive red marks on her neck. “You let that lunatic touch you?!”
Jiang Jin lounged lazily on the sofa, his palm stroking the back of Wen Li’s neck. “Jealous?”
“Is she even worth it?” Zhong Yan flung a news article onto the coffee table. “Your brother just revealed that this lunatic is a prostitute you picked up at a casino! Now the whole city is laughing at me, Zhong Yan, for picking up someone else’s leftovers, ”
Wen Li suddenly lunged for the article.
She couldn’t read, and only stared at the photo of Jiang’s second son, his face twisted with malice. A trapped animal’s whimper escaped her throat.
“What is it?” Jiang Jin narrowed his eyes. “Do you know him?”
Wen Li trembled, then suddenly grabbed a fruit knife and slashed her arm. Her flesh split open, and she dug a tiny memory card out of the wound.
The room fell utterly silent.
“...Security footage.” It was the first time she’d managed to say a complete phrase. With her bloodied hand, she pressed the memory card into Jiang Jin’s palm. “He killed... Father.”
Jiang Jin’s expression changed at once.
Three months ago, Jiang’s father had fallen to his death from the top floor of a casino. All the evidence pointed to Jiang Jin murdering his father to seize power. But the video on the memory card clearly showed that it was Chen Xiao, the sanctimonious second son, who had pushed him to his death!
Jiang Jin had never expected the key to breaking the case to be her: a “living bargaining chip” sold to him by Sang Kun.
Should he believe her?
