This sentence was like a bolt from the blue, leaving Zhang Ming stunned on the spot. The sweat on his forehead broke out like drizzle, soaking the loose hair on his forehead.
He secretly groaned in his heart, but still tried to hide his inner panic with that innocent expression, "Miss Su, you...you really misunderstood me, I have no idea what you are talking about!"
He backed away as he spoke, trying to escape this suffocating scene. "I...I really have to go home. You should talk to President Ling directly about the company's affairs. He knows more than I do."
However, just as he turned around to escape, Song Jiao suddenly kicked the gate of the community.
With a loud "clang", the sturdy access control machine was instantly scrapped and the access control rod was twisted beyond recognition.
This scene made Zhang Ming's heart skip a beat.
"Are you sure you want to keep pretending like this?" Song Jiao raised her lips with an evil smile, her eyes flashing with amusement and threat.
She grabbed Zhang Ming's collar with such force that he could hardly breathe.
Then she took out her cell phone from her pocket, waved it in front of Zhang Ming, and slid her fingers lightly across the screen, showing photos and videos.
"These are all records of your 'wonderful' life. If you don't want to talk about it, then I can only share these treasures with more people. I think your wife, brother-in-law, and even colleagues at the company will be happy to talk to me, right?" Song Jiao's words were full of threats, but still elegant.
Zhang Ming's face turned pale instantly, and he said in a trembling voice, "Miss Su... Miss Su, what exactly do you want? This... this is not the place to talk. Let's talk somewhere else!"
Seeing this, Song Jiao's lips curled up into a satisfied smile. She loosened her grip on Zhang Ming's collar and said in a relaxed tone, "Wouldn't it have been better if you had cooperated earlier? Let's go find a quiet place and have a good chat."
As she said that, she turned around and walked out of the community first, and Zhang Ming followed closely behind her, secretly glad that he had escaped the disaster for the time being.
Inside the cafe, soft lights shine on the retro wooden tables, and the air is filled with the rich aroma of coffee.
Song Jiao sat opposite Zhang Ming, her eyes as sharp as a knife, piercing the other's heart.
She gently stirred the coffee in her cup, her voice low and threatening, "Zhang Ming, you'd better explain everything about that inheritance. Don't forget, I have far more leverage than meets the eye. Your wife is pregnant with our second child, so you'll have to think carefully."
Hearing this, Zhang Ming's mouth trembled slightly, and a hint of panic flashed in his eyes.
He pursed his dry lips, as if making a final struggle.
But in the end he gave in and began to confess everything in detail.
From Ling Chengzhi's conspiracy during his teenage years to the long-planned car accident, he trembled as he told them every detail.
Song Jiao listened expressionlessly, but her heart was already in turmoil.
Her disgust and contempt for this man surged like a tide, and she cursed in her heart: "What a pervert, he started playing these dirty tricks when he was just a teenager."
However, her face still maintained that calm and indifferent expression.
As Zhang Ming confessed, the evidence in Song Jiao's hands gradually surfaced.
The clear conversation records in the recorder and the hidden chain of evidence in the filing cabinet, everything seems so orderly and traceable.
Two hours later, Song Jiao slowly stood up and stared at Zhang Ming with a sharp gaze. "Lawyer Zhang, it's a pleasure to work with you. But you have to remember, if today's events were to become known to a third person... the consequences for you would probably be more serious than you imagine."
Her voice was low and powerful, and every word was like a heavy hammer hitting Zhang Ming's heart.
Zhang Ming raised his hand tremblingly and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
He knew that he had embarked on a path of no return, but now he could no longer turn back.
He forced a smile and said in a trembling voice, "Miss Su...don't worry, I...I won't let anyone know."
Song Jiao glanced at him coldly and turned away.
The door of the cafe closed gently, leaving Zhang Ming sitting there alone, his heart filled with fear and anxiety.
He now finally understood what it meant that "two kinds of people cannot sleep in the same bed."
Both of them are absolute lunatics!
The setting sun was as red as blood, filling every corner of the villa. When Song Jiao stepped into the house, time was exactly frozen at five o'clock in the afternoon.
In the living room, Ling Zhuxing had already been sitting on the sofa, like a cold and stern statue.
In front of him, a group of bodyguards knelt on the ground with their heads bowed. The atmosphere was so solemn that it seemed as if water could be squeezed out of it.
As soon as Song Jiao entered the room, her cold eyes met Ling Chengzhen's gaze in the air, like two sharp swords, instantly cutting off the question that Ling Chengzhen was about to ask.
His words turned around in his throat, and finally turned into a slightly aggrieved sentence: "Why did you come back just now?"
Song Jiao's lips curled up into a disdainful smile. She carried her bag and walked straight to the stairs without stopping, leaving behind an extremely indifferent sentence: "Are you busy? If not, don't bother me."
Everything that happened last night flashed through Ling Zhou's mind like a movie. Coupled with what he heard on the way home about Lin Suya's visit, his heart was already in turmoil.
Ling Chengzhen seemed to be affected by this undercurrent as well. He took a deep breath and decided to explain: "There's really nothing between Lin Suya and me. She just told me that you hate me and want to leave me..."
By the end of his speech, Ling Zhouzhen's voice was almost a whisper, as if even he himself did not believe this pale excuse.
Song Jiao stopped and turned around, the smile on her face becoming even more sarcastic: "How could I possibly leave you?" If she left, wouldn't all these properties be wasted?
Then, she approached Ling Chengzhen step by step, her eyes full of disdain and contempt, "If you want to know anything in the future, just ask me directly! After all, what others are conveying may just be that they can't bear to see you love me so much, and they are jealous!"
"Don't you think so?"
This time, Ling Zhunxi stood there in shock, his eyes wide open, his face full of disbelief.
Song Jiao's transformation was like a bolt from the blue, and he was unable to react for a moment.
The woman who was once as docile as a little white rabbit has now become so sharp that she even dares to "bite" him hard.
He slowly stretched out his hand and tried to hug Song Jiao, as if this would allow him to find the person he once was.
However, Song Jiao suddenly raised her hand and slapped his arm away. The decisiveness of her action made Ling Chengxin stunned for a moment.
"Shh..." Song Jiao's voice was low and cold, her eyes full of disgust, "Don't talk! You make me sick now."
These words were like a sharp knife, piercing Ling Chengzhen's heart.
His face instantly darkened, like the sky before a storm. "Su Xia Xia!" He gritted his teeth and called out her name, his voice filled with anger and unwillingness. "Are you testing my patience again?"
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