He smiled, took a step forward, and pressed his neck against the sharp dagger, which immediately cut his skin and caused blood to flow.

However, he did not stop, and his tall figure continued to press against her.

"Stop!" Yun Jiao shouted coldly, "If you come forward again, I will kill you!"

"Are you willing to do that?" He stared into her eyes with his narrow eyes. "Every night, when I hold you to sleep, you take the initiative to get into my arms, rely on me, get used to me. Are you willing to murder your own husband?"

"Shut up!"

Even with a knife at his neck, he could still speak these words so calmly and leisurely.

There was no sign of panic on his face, as if Yun Jiao was the one at a disadvantage, and he was the dominant one in this game.

"Why are you shutting up? Am I not telling the truth?"

He raised his lips, "When you fell off the cliff, I protected you so much, and you tried your best to save me. You couldn't bear to kill me, Jiaojiao. On the contrary, you cared about me very much."

That's because he saved her at that time, and she couldn't repay kindness with evil.

Let’s keep things separate!

These two things cannot be confused.

"I saved you because I have a conscience. Who would be as cold-blooded and heartless as you?" Yun Jiao said coldly.

"I am cold-blooded and heartless, but I saved you. Isn't that enough to express my love for you? In my heart, you are special. Can't you feel it?"

Yun Jiao was stunned for a moment, then met his obsidian-like deep eyes and saw herself in his pupils.

As if being possessed...

She immediately turned cold and made up her mind: "I won't kill you, but I will catch you and send you back to Jiangbei. My mother and your father are just friends. Your mother lied to you, you... um!"

Suddenly, he moved, grabbed her wrist and took the dagger.

The speed was so fast that Yun Jiao had no time to react before he grabbed her neck and pressed her against the wall.

There was anger in his eyes: "I told you before, you are not allowed to criticize my mother."

Yun Jiao had some difficulty breathing and glared at him angrily:

"You only listen to her slander. Whatever she says is the truth. Have you asked your father? Have you asked other people? Have you investigated what happened back then? Have you asked my mother? You are immersed in your own world, performing a one-man show, but you let so many innocent people pay the price!"

"My mother couldn't possibly lie to me!"

“People are selfish.”

"You are wrong. Mother's love is the greatest in the world. My mother is the one who loves me the most!"

Yun Jiao sneered: "Yes, maternal love is indeed great, but which mother in the world wants to see her child become a demon? Killing without blinking an eye, cold-blooded and ruthless, wantonly indulgent, is this also the way to express maternal love?"

Ling Che was shocked.

Ever since he could remember, what his mother talked to him about most was his father's ruthlessness, Yunying's entanglement, Yunying's destruction, and the family's misfortune.

His mother asked him to take revenge, so he practiced martial arts, did business, and built up his power day and night. He was injured and bled many times, but his mother asked him to persevere.

What is care?

He had never felt it before.

"Everyone expresses love differently. If your mother hadn't destroyed my family, my mother wouldn't have been unhappy. She was unhappy and felt uncomfortable, so naturally she had no mood to care about me." He explained with a pursed lip.

“You are wrong. Once you become a mother, no matter if you are sick, poor, or facing hardship, you will not bear to hurt or starve your child. You will even sacrifice your own life for your child.” Yun Jiao said seriously.

Ling Che glanced at her and said sarcastically:

"So great? You make it sound like you're already a mother."

She smiled: "My mother loves me this way."

Instantly, his palm trembled violently.