"Since you insist on this—"

Jing Min's voice was deep, but the curve of his lips was extremely sarcastic.

"Then I guess I'll just have to keep playing the bad guy to the end."

"what you up to?"

Chu Wuyang's voice was strained, and her eyes revealed an undisguised fear.

She could tell that although Jing Min was calm as a rock, the calmer he was, the more dangerous he was!

He suddenly chuckled softly, his eyes dark, and slowly raised his hand to wipe away the tears on her face. His fingertips were slightly cool, carrying a chilling tenderness.

"Why are you crying? Do you really want to be with him that badly?"

She didn't say anything.

Jing Min lowered his eyes, sighed softly, and asked as if he were truly admitting defeat.

"So, I have absolutely no chance?"

Chu Wuyang's eyes were filled with complex emotions, but her tone was almost one of earnest persuasion.

"Jingmin, I advise you to let go."

"Your most important task now is to save the company as soon as possible and stop going head-to-head with Mr. Jin."

"At least preserve some strength so that we won't be so passive when the Jin family fights for the throne."

Jing Min suddenly laughed after hearing this, a charming and flamboyant laugh tinged with a hint of mockery.

"Thank you for even helping me out when I was eloping with my lover."

"What? You're convinced I won't be able to bring myself to do it? You're convinced I'll lose and end up back in the Jin family in a sorry state?"

Chu Wuyang's eyes suddenly turned cold as she looked up to meet his gaze.

"Even if you beat Grandpa Jin, you will lose everything."

"Are you forcibly keeping me here so you can imprison me on this island? If so, I'd rather die than go with you."

She finished speaking through gritted teeth, her tone resolute.

“Jingmin, I’ve been used to a life of luxury since I was a child, and I can’t endure hardship.”

"If I can only stay on a secluded island with you, I'd rather you shoot me right now."

Jing Min's eyes darkened, but the smile on his lips widened, becoming a fierce laugh.

"You'd rather die than leave me?"

He asked the question word by word, his voice soft, yet it was like a nail, driven into her heart.

"I'll ask you one last question—did you deliberately get rid of my child?"

Chu Wuyang's body stiffened.

Jing Min took a step closer, staring intently into her eyes, his voice extremely low.

Think carefully before you answer.

Wu Yang subconsciously took two steps back, and a moment of hesitation in her eyes softened the ruthlessness in Jing Min's eyes.

But the next second, Chu Wuyang suddenly looked up, met his gaze, and spoke in a clear, cold voice.

"Yes, I did it on purpose."

Jing Min seemed to be set ablaze, and the emotions he had been suppressing completely exploded.

"lie!"

Chu Wuyang almost lost her balance, her body swaying slightly, before Yang Jinchu quietly supported her so she wouldn't fall.

She seemed to have used all her strength to regain her composure.

Then she slowly raised her head and looked directly into Jingmin's eyes.

A radiant smile appeared on her pale face.

Her sickly appearance these past few days made her look weak and lacking in energy, but today, she made a point of wearing makeup.

Her red lips were bright and vibrant, her makeup exquisite, and her smile seemed flawless.

But what they were talking about at that moment was completely out of place with their bright and cheerful appearance.

"The text message you saw was indeed instigated by Mr. Jin."

Her voice was cold and clear.

"At the time, I truly didn't know he had other plans, but..."

Jing Min's anger burned brighter and brighter; he hated this rhythm—

He hates "but" the most.

But her next words still fell without any mercy—

"But... I thought the child was gone a long time ago."

"I'm so sorry for keeping this from you for so long."

Her tone was calm, almost indifferent, as if she were stating a trivial matter.

He even pretended to recall it seriously.

"It was back in Country T, wasn't it?"

"In order to save Jin Xian, I agreed to Mr. Jin's tea party."

“He drugged the tea and told me the next day that the child had been secretly taken away.”

"I really thought... the baby was gone."

She chuckled softly, as if mocking herself.

“Look how long it has been? My collaboration with Mr. Jin began after the child was ‘gone’.”

"...So I don't care about this child. Otherwise, how could I possibly cooperate with the person who killed him?"

She paused, looked at him quietly, and her tone suddenly became softer and colder.

Do you know why I've been keeping this from you?

Jing Min's body seemed to freeze, standing stiffly in place.

His eyes held a mixture of unfamiliarity and coldness, as if he were seeing this woman for the first time.

But she remained an observer, continuing to tear apart all emotions.

"Hehe, because I'm afraid you'll go crazy."

"If you go crazy and force me to get pregnant again, won't it be even harder for me to get away?"

She smiled, but her tone was anything but warm.

"Although I didn't see the plans that Mr. Jin posted, I never expected that my thoughts would coincide with his."

She chuckled softly, her voice cool.

“I’m not going to tell you that the child is long gone. I’m waiting for an opportunity to just pin the blame on you. Once you feel guilty, you won’t pressure me anymore.”

"Besides, you're emotionally unstable, and you might go crazy or die from the shock—that would save me a lot of trouble."

Jingmin stood there,

It was as if he were nailed to the floor; every word was like a sharp blade, cutting him piece by piece.

It turns out that she had planned this all along, using the child as a bargaining chip, not only cooperating and scheming, but also taking his illness into full consideration.

That's too ruthless.

He still wouldn't give up.

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