“How could a murderer admit to being a murderer? A promiscuous woman like you is just as despicable as your mother. You seduced my son and then divorced him to get pregnant with another man’s child. To get rid of my son’s harassment, you even tried to kill him.”

"Who are you calling promiscuous? Watch your mouth." Jiang Zhan said coldly, standing up for Lu Zhiwei.

Lu Zhiwei stopped Jiang Zhan, urging him to go inside first, and told him that she would handle it herself.

She couldn't change Jiang Jingyu's prejudice against her, nor did she want to.

People live for themselves, so why care about other people's opinions?

"You keep saying I stabbed your son, so what do you want now?" Lu Zhiwei asked with a half-smile.

"I want you to go to jail." Jiang Jingyu clenched her fingers, her hatred surging forth.

In the three years since she became mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, she had never seen Lu Zhisi do anything good.

"I want to go to jail, but the police station won't take me."

“Then go die. My son won’t bother you anymore, you vixen. It’ll be the end of it all,” Jiang Jingyu blurted out.

She wished Lu Zhiwei were dead.

How could she not know about Su Wan and Shen Mo's affair back then?

For the sake of the Jiang family, and because she didn't want to divorce Shen Mo, she had no choice but to swallow this grievance.

She was only freed from this burden when Shen Mo died.

"Fine, then kill me." Lu Zhiwei took a knife out of her bag and handed it to Jiang Jingyu.

Jiang Jingyu is, after all, a lady from a respectable family, and she knows and understands the law.

She dared not risk taking lives.

"Don't hurt me, Lu Zhiwei." Jiang Jingyu pulled her hands behind her back.

"Didn't you wish I were dead? Why aren't you seizing such a good opportunity?" Lu Zhiwei laughed.

The Lu family's butler and servants behind her were all sweating bullets for Lu Zhiwei.

This is an incredibly sharp Swiss Army knife.

The white knife went in, the red knife came out; after this cut, how could Miss Lu possibly survive?