Chapter 352 Unworthy Descendants

The atmosphere was deadlocked.

The confrontation between the stage and the audience was filled with the smell of gunpowder.

"So, what is this?"

Jiang Zhiyue took out another yellowed old document. The paper was wrinkled and stained with blood. The blood was bright red, as if it had been stained not long ago.

She looked straight at Old Lady Sheng. "More than 30 years ago, a huge sum of 30 million yuan was embezzled. Such a huge amount of money was definitely not something that Chief Zhang, who was just a small police officer at the time, could easily come up with."

"You transferred this money through a third party in five installments over a period of three months. During this period, you changed five different accounts to conceal your tracks. All you need to do is send someone to verify whether the account is related to your own account or your former relatives, and the truth will be revealed."

This receipt, which has been kept for decades, was also the trump card that Director Zhang kept for himself.

It was this amount of money that was deposited into Director Zhong’s account that caused him to be sent to jail.

After Director Zhang took over, he used the power at his disposal to check Director Zhong's accounts during his lifetime and secretly kept them.

Old Madam Sheng's eyes paused for a moment. She had never expected that someone else would have the evidence on her. The first thought that flashed through her mind was that Jiang Zhiyue was bluffing her.

Her eyes quickly became hot and her face was covered with tears.

"Kid, what kind of hatred would make you want to kill me in front of the camera?"

Today, Mrs. Sheng is old, kind-hearted and dignified.

She was so sincere that it seemed as if she had deceived even herself.

Jiang Zhiyue couldn't help but laugh out loud, her smile was gentle but sad, and full of sarcasm.

"The chess player always thinks that he can control the chessboard and that each chess piece is just a tool in his hands. However, he never thinks that the chess pieces have their own thoughts and the paths they want to take. The controlled chess pieces will one day break free, and the chess player will pay the price for his self-righteousness."

“This is your price.”

Jiang Zhiyue didn't need to give the remittance slip to Mr. Sheng for review. Among everyone present, there was someone who was most suitable to handle this matter.

"Everything I did was not to seek justice for my mother. I just lamented the innocent people who were forced into the struggle. They knew nothing. They were just ordinary people in this world who worked hard to live their lives."

"When they were alive, they were tools of hard work in the eyes of the nobles. When they died, they became a piece of waste paper covered with dust in the dusty files."

“No one cares about these people who are so ordinary that they don’t even have names. Their lives and deaths are nothing but insignificant dust in front of power.”

"However, dust is also alive..."

Jiang Zhiyue's words are sincere and always touch people's hearts more than those false words.

She slowly looked towards the president on the podium, holding the Medal of Honor. When the Sheng family realized what she was about to say, they were powerless to stop her.

"I implore Mr. President to reveal the truth to everyone, so that those who died unjustly can leave a clear name in this world." Her tone was firm, neither humble nor arrogant, and she bowed slightly with a humble attitude.

Upon hearing the words, the President's attendant came to Jiang Zhiyue and took the receipt from the girl.

Old Madam Sheng's pupils suddenly shrank, and her slightly red eyes were suddenly filled with darkness.

"This is simply a frame-up! Slander!"

"You know whether it is slander or not." Sheng Huaian's pair of extremely dark eyes stayed on Jiang Zhiyue, and the emotions deep in his eyes rippled with his words.

What kind of feeling that was...he himself didn't know.

The brightness in Jiang Zhiyue's eyes was enough to burn his body and even his soul.

Sheng Huaian even hoped that this fire would burn more vigorously and never go out.

He was willing to use all the warmth in his body to make up for the coldness she had experienced.

Jiang Zhiyue had prepared sufficient evidence and even dared to hand over the remittance receipt to the President. You know, the current president was able to come to power with the support of the Xiao family.

Old Master Sheng looked at Sheng Huaian in disbelief, and that look seemed to indicate that no matter whether it was true or not, he should stop Jiang Zhiyue.

Seeing those eyes full of ridicule, Mr. Sheng's heart tightened inexplicably, and he immediately turned to Mrs. Sheng.

This one glance made Old Madam Sheng feel as if she was falling into an icy cave.

Her steps trembled slightly and she almost lost her balance. She staggered off the stage, shouting that she was innocent.

It was as if Jiang Zhiyue had forced him into a desperate situation, and he looked like he was going to be killed and fall on the spot.

"What sin have I committed? Ever since my late wife passed away, I have never dared to mistreat the children she left behind. But now I have been labeled a vicious woman for no reason, and I have also been charged with murder for no apparent reason!"

"It would be better for me to just kill myself by hitting my head against a wall than to be accused without any basis!" As she said this, Old Lady Sheng rushed directly towards the huge vermilion pillars below the stage.

"Old lady, what are you doing?" Seeing this, the Sheng family members hurriedly stepped forward to stop her.

At this time, Mrs. Sheng had lost control of her emotions. She struggled to break free and cried out at the top of her lungs: "Let me go! Let me go! Just let me die, it's better than suffering this kind of unwarranted humiliation and accusations here..."

"What did I do wrong? My biggest mistake is that I am not the biological mother of Cheng'er and Yue'er, and I am not the biological grandmother of Huai'an and Zhiyue!"

After all, Mrs. Sheng is an elder, but she was forced into such an embarrassing situation.

No matter how today's incident ends, Jiang Zhiyue will definitely become the target of criticism in the powerful circle in the future.

Sheng Huaian secretly thought that this was not good. Even he could hear what Old Lady Sheng said at the end, how hurtful it was.

In a blink of an eye, Mr. Sheng's eyes changed suddenly, and he hurried forward to stop them. He was old, and his body was unstable, and with the pulling and tugging, the two of them almost fell to the ground at the same time.

"You are simply making trouble! Huai'an! You need to apologize to your grandmother right now!"

"How big of a fuss do you want to make? Do you want our Sheng family to become a laughing stock to the whole world, or do you want to see your grandma and I bleed to death together? "

Sheng Huaian's hands hanging at his sides clenched into fists because of Mr. Sheng's grief and anger.

He has always had some feelings for Mr. Sheng.

The girl's soft fingers grabbed the man's sleeve and gently tugged it. Sheng Huaian looked down at her and said with a smile, "Grandpa must die to show his will, so don't blame me for being an unfilial descendant."

"If Grandpa cares about the reputation of the Sheng family, he should seek justice for the civilians who died in vain and the diligent and responsible Director Zhong."

"Madam, do you still remember Director Zhong's son? Thirty-two years ago, he witnessed everything you did."