Chapter 438 They Can’t Turn Over Her Palm
Jiang Shutong didn't want to sit and wait for death.
Now that Xuanyuan Pavilion is ungrateful, she has no choice but to humble herself and go meet Han Lingcui.
Oh!
Can a little Su Ling change her not-so-good background by changing her name to Han Lingcui?
What a wild idea.
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The place where Jiang Shutong met Han Lingcui was the top private club in the city.
The mahogany screen separates the tea room into a private space. The purple clay tea sets glow with a warm luster under the warm light. The air is filled with the scent of expensive agarwood, but it cannot suppress the chill between the two people.
Jiang Shutong personally poured a cup of tea for Han Lingcui. The amber ripples of the tea swayed on the edge of the cup, and her tone was deliberately gentle.
"Lingcui, try this. It's this year's Mingqian Longjing. Ge'er always said you loved it."
Han Lingcui curled up her hands gently on her knees, her fingertips were cold.
After five years, this woman finally looked her in the eye, but it was at this time.
She didn't touch the teacup, but just looked up at Jiang Shutong, her eyes as calm as the surface of a frozen lake.
"Ms. Jiang didn't ask me to come here just for tea, did she?"
The smile on Jiang Shutong's face faded a little, and she put down the teapot with a slight sound.
She had long known that Han Lingcui was stubborn, but she didn't expect that after five years, his coldness and hardness would become even worse.
"I know you hate me." She sighed, her tone as if she had let down all her guard.
"I was wrong about what happened back then. I shouldn't have used those methods to force you to leave Ge'er, and I shouldn't have..."
She paused, as if she found it difficult to speak, "I shouldn't have created any misunderstandings between you and Ge'er."
Han Lingcui's eyelashes trembled, and a hint of sarcasm flashed across his eyes.
"There's no point in talking about the past."
Han Lingcui interrupted her, his voice emotionless, "Just say what you want to say."
Jiang Shutong picked up her teacup and stroked the wall of the cup with her fingertips, as if she was choosing her words.
"I know you still love Ge'er, and he has always had you in his heart. Xunxun's affairs have become like this, which is not good for anyone."
She raised her eyes and looked at Han Lingcui sharply.
"I can accept you. As long as you are willing to marry Ge'er, the position of Lady Xuanyuan will be yours, and you will also have a share of the family property. When you return to your ancestors in the future, you will be his legitimate mother."
She thought these words were enough to impress Han Lingcui.
What woman wouldn't want to have these?
Especially people like Han Lingcui who were once trampled into the dust by her.
But Han Lingcui just smiled lightly, the smile did not reach his eyes, instead it was like ice.
"Ms. Jiang, have you forgotten? Five years ago, you were the one who pushed me away from him. Don't you think it's too late to use these things to win me over now?"
"It's different times now."
Jiang Shutong's tone darkened. "I was confused back then, but now I understand. Only you can help Ge'er stabilize the situation."
“A second-married woman like Chen Hanxing is simply not worthy of being in a respectable place.”
"Those people from the side branches are already making moves. If we delay any longer, the Xuanyuan family's assets will be divided up by them sooner or later."
"So, you want me to be the knife in your hand, to help you deal with Chen Hanxing, and to fend off the covetousness of the side branches?"
Han Lingcui's voice suddenly turned cold. "Do you think I will agree?"
Jiang Shutong's expression finally became a little embarrassed.
"Han Lingcui, don't be so shameless! I'm lowering myself to talk to you because of Ge'er's face!"
"What do you think you will have if you leave the Xuanyuan family? Who else can give you everything you have now except Ge'er?"
Han Lingcui clenched his hands on his knees so tightly that his nails almost dug into his palms.
She raised her head, the calmness in her eyes completely shattered, and the hatred that had been suppressed for five years surged up: "You did remind me."
She took out a recorder from her handbag, placed it gently on the table, and pressed the play button.
A vague conversation was heard from inside, and words like "brake", "do it", and "do it cleanly" could be vaguely heard.
Jiang Shutong's face turned pale instantly, and the hand holding the teacup began to tremble: "You...what do you mean?"
"The car accident five years ago was not an accident."
Han Lingcui's voice, each word clearly expressed in the silence of the tea room, "I've searched through all the clues from back then, and finally found something."
"The man who bribed the truck driver, the bodyguard who worked for you for ten years, and the replaced medical report from the hospital... Ms. Jiang, if this evidence is handed over to the police, is it enough to make you pay the price?"
Jiang Shutong stood up suddenly, and the chair legs made a harsh sound on the floor.
She stared at Han Lingcui intently, the disguise in her eyes completely torn apart, and naked murderous intent surged out.
This woman had actually been investigating! She should have thought of this long ago, she should have made her disappear completely back then!
"You dare!"
Jiang Shutong's voice changed with anger, "Han Lingcui, if you dare to hand these things over, I will make you live a life worse than death!"
"Really?" Han Lingcui met her gaze fearlessly. "Then let's give it a try."
Just then, the door of the tea room was suddenly pushed open.
Xuanyuan Ge stood at the door, his face so gloomy that water seemed to drip out of it.
He obviously heard the argument inside. His eyes swept across Jiang Shutong's ferocious face and finally fell on Han Lingcui. A trace of barely perceptible heartache flashed in his eyes.
"Mom." Xuanyuan Ge's voice was as cold as ice. "What are you doing?"
When Jiang Shutong saw her son, she felt like she had found her backbone, and as if her secrets had been revealed, her tone became excited.
"Ge'er, you're here just in time! This woman is crazy! She's threatening me with something forged!"
Xuanyuan Ge ignored her and walked straight to Han Lingcui, took off his coat and put it on her shoulders.
He knew that she had a cold body, and her hands were always cold, especially in such tense times.
"Let's go." He held Han Lingcui's hand. Her fingertips were indeed cold and trembling slightly.
"Ge'er!"
Jiang Shutong shouted angrily, "Are you just going to indulge her like this? She's going to destroy our Xuanyuan family!"
Xuanyuan Ge stopped and looked back at his mother, his eyes full of disappointment and fatigue.
"Mom, I already knew something about what happened five years ago. If Lingcui wants to investigate, let her do it. Whoever is responsible should take responsibility."
"This is a matter between her and me. It's the cause you sowed back then. It has nothing to do with the Xuanyuan family, and it's not your turn to interfere."
He paused, his tone filled with unquestionable determination.
"From now on, don't look for Lingcui, Miss Shen, or Xunxun anymore. I'll handle my own affairs."
After saying that, he didn't look at Jiang Shutong again, took Han Lingcui's hand, and walked straight out of the tea room.
The moment the door was closed, Jiang Shutong staggered back a step and fell into the chair.
The smoke of agarwood swirled in front of her eyes, making her feel suffocated.
Han Lingcui's words and her son's attitude were like two sharp knives, stabbing into her heart.
She looked at the small recorder on the table, and the murderous intent in her eyes became more and more intense.
It seems that some people cannot be kept.
She slowly picked up the phone and dialed a long-forgotten number.
The moment the phone was connected, her voice was as cold as ice soaked in poison:
"Help me do something..."
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Outside the club, a cold wind blew.
Xuanyuan Ge held her in his arms and used his body temperature to shield her from the cold wind.
"I'm sorry for making you feel wronged."
He whispered, his voice thick with guilt.
Han Lingcui shook her head and looked up at him, her eyelashes covered with a layer of frost.
"I'm fine. I just didn't expect that she's still obsessed with it."
Xuanyuan Ge held her hand tightly, and the warmth from his palm passed to her little by little.
"Don't worry, leave the rest to me. I will find out the truth of five years ago. I will definitely give you the explanation I deserve."
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