"Jingmin, it's come to this point, are you still wasting your time with me?"
Chu Wuyang looked at him, her eyes as indifferent as a stagnant pool.
"I heard that Boyifang is about to enter the final liquidation stage. Why don't you go back quickly?"
Under the black umbrella, Jing Min's expression was somber, and his tone was slightly cold.
"Who told you that?"
Chu Wuyang slightly raised her chin, but her tone was icy cold.
Does it matter who said it?
"Jingmin, don't you understand? Without Boyifang, without power, what can you use to stop me?"
As soon as the words were spoken, the air seemed to suddenly tighten.
Jingmin stood there, the umbrella tilted slightly, raindrops sliding down his shoulders, but not as quickly as the chill creeping into his heart.
He stared at her, finally realizing that she was planning to confront him.
"Why?"
He asked in a low voice, his tone hoarse as if it had been blown through a vent.
"Yangyang, why are you doing this to me?"
"It's Grandpa Jin—"
Chu Wuyang interrupted him directly.
"You guessed right, but only half right."
Her voice wasn't loud, but every word felt like a nail driven into his heart.
"I did collaborate with Mr. Jin, but you already knew that, didn't you?"
"You must think this is a smokescreen, that I'm just trying to stall him, a delaying tactic;"
"You think I only agreed to his conditions because I was afraid he would hurt the people around me?"
She looked at Jing Min, a mocking smile playing on her lips.
"You also think that as long as you get rid of those messes, I'll live a good life with you like before."
Jing Min didn't speak; his silence was his answer.
Chu Wuyang was right—that was indeed what he thought.
He absolutely refused to believe that she would be so cruel to him; she must have been forced into it.
She always cared about those around her and was afraid they would be implicated. She must have been forced to compromise by Old Master Jin's threats.
He believed that once he resolved everything, she would eventually stay by his side.
He simply couldn't believe that she would genuinely cooperate with Old Master Jin to harm him.
That person was the murderer who killed their child with his own hands.
No mother in the world would forgive such a thing—it's too cruel and too absurd.
Chu Wuyang's eyes were clear, as if she had completely guessed that he was troubled.
"You think I wouldn't cooperate with the person who killed my child, right?"
"Have you ever considered that this child was never what I wanted in the first place?"
Jing Min's expression changed, and a terrifying undercurrent appeared in his eyes.
He already sensed what she was about to say, and quickly stopped her.
"Stop talking, Yangyang—"
"how?"
She spoke softly.
"You don't even dare to listen to it anymore?"
She turned to face him, her expression cold and distant, almost like that of a stranger.
"Jingmin, you're so hard to get rid of."
“I’ve always wanted a divorce, you know that… but you have power and influence and can easily control me.”
Her tone grew increasingly cold, as if she were unleashing years of pent-up resentment.
"You still think you can use the child to keep me?"
"I had no other choice. The appearance of Mr. Jin gave me the opportunity."
"While you two are fighting like the snipe and the clam, I'm just getting rid of you. The child... it's better that he's gone. At least I'm rid of a burden, and it's a good opportunity to sever all ties with you."
She spoke casually, with a relaxed tone as if she had been relieved of some heavy burden.
Jing Min's dark eyes narrowed, and he stared intently at her as if trying to discern the truthfulness of her words.
But she hadn't finished speaking.
Chu Wuyang looked at the calmness on his face.
"I underestimated your shamelessness, Jing Min. You were cheated on, yet you can still act like nothing happened."
Her tone betrayed her contempt; she was the one who had cheated, yet she turned around and mocked him for being shameless.
Jing Min's gaze grew increasingly deep amidst her deliberately cold tone, and he finally asked in a low voice,
"So, when you said nothing happened between you two that night... you were lying to me too?"
Chu Wuyang did not hesitate at all.
"nature."
The raindrops falling on the umbrella felt like shards of ice striking my heart.
Jing Min pursed his thin lips, narrowed his eyes, and a sharp glint appeared in them, his suppressed anger wrapped in a surging ruthlessness.
Yangyang,
He spoke slowly, his voice so low it was almost inaudible.
Are you now acting with impunity?
He glanced at Yang Jinchu standing beside her, his voice suddenly turning cold.
"Don't be so naive. Even without Boyifang, I can still make you stay."
The moment the words were spoken, the wind stopped for a moment, and the world seemed to fall into an eerie silence.
The rain fell obliquely, like cold needles piercing the sky, blurring Jing Min's handsome yet sharp features.
At that moment, he was wearing a sharply tailored black suit, the stand-up collar fluttering gently in the wind.
It seemed as if it too had been tainted by the chilling aura in his eyes.
His gaze returned to Yang Jinchu, his eyes filled with a chilling ferocity.
"If you insist on going with him, then he has no reason to live."
As soon as the words left his mouth, the air suddenly turned cold.
The black-clad bodyguards behind Jing Min approached almost simultaneously, circling him again and again.
The cold, hard aura emanating from the black umbrella and the black clothing concealing the guns was overwhelming.
Yang Jinchu remained calm and unmoved, his gaze meeting hers defiantly.
Chu Wuyang was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening and her anger flared up.
"Another threat?!"
"It's because you're always so authoritarian, selfish, and do annoying things without considering other people's wishes that I'm trying so hard to leave you,"
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