"Only my wife is qualified to inquire about my assets." Shang Shaoheng said lazily, "You are too presumptuous."
Jiang Rong: “…”
She felt uncomfortable when she thought that all of Shang Shaoheng's money would belong to Jiang Panyu in the future.
"Where are we going?" Jiang Rong changed the subject to avoid heartache. "Back to Bailu Manor?"
Shang Shaoheng didn't answer this question, but just said: "Don't you want to find Feng Siling's ashes?"
Jiang Rong was stunned for a moment, then pursed his lips.
"Your affair with the Feng family is no secret." Shang Shaoheng said, "Back then, you and Feng Siling were kidnapped together. Feng Siling insisted that she was the daughter of the Jiang family. Later, Jiang Peihong refused to pay the ransom, which angered the kidnappers, who tortured and killed Feng Siling."
"You watched her die before your eyes, in a manner no less than being cut into pieces. Was that when you began to hate Jiang Peihong?"
Jiang Rong's fingers trembled.
She seemed to be back in that dark, damp warehouse with dust in the air.
She was tied up, her mouth sealed with tape, unable to utter a single word. She could only watch as those people set up cameras to film the scene of Feng Siling being tortured and killed. The sticky blood, the blurred pieces of flesh, the miserable wails...
Even though her vision was blurred by tears, she could still see Aling struggling desperately in a pool of blood. Her arms were even bare bones. She was clearly in excruciating pain, but she still refused to reveal her true identity.
Even though it was so painful, Aling was still willing to die for her.
"It was Jiang Ci who rescued you." Shang Shaoheng continued, "He and his men searched for three days before finally finding the place. It is said that you almost died. When you were found, you were dying, but you were still holding Feng Siling's body and refused to let go, nor would anyone get close to you."
After a long silence, Jiang Rong finally said in a hoarse voice, "Wild dog."
"What?"
"There... are a lot of stray dogs there," Jiang Rong murmured. "They've been hungry for a long, long time. Their eyes are green and they're drooling. I have to protect Aling, otherwise... otherwise they'll eat Aling."
"Shang Shaoheng, have you ever felt hopeless and helpless?" Jiang Rong turned to look at Shang Shaoheng. She had a smile on her face, but her eyes didn't hold a trace of it. "That day, I just found out I wasn't a child of the Jiang family. To comfort me, Aling took me to the snack street to relax. Then, we encountered that kidnapping."
"Jiang Peihong didn't like me to begin with, and he loathed me even more after learning I wasn't his biological child. He probably wished the kidnappers had just killed me, so of course he wouldn't have cared."
"But the kidnappers didn't know that." Jiang Rong laughed. "They thought Jiang Peihong would definitely compromise for his daughter. They just needed a little incentive. So they broke Aling's arms and legs, cut off her flesh piece by piece... and recorded a video and sent it to Jiang Peihong."
At this point, murderous intent flashed in her eyes. "Jiang Peihong locked Jiang Ci at home and forbade him to come find me. He was determined to let the kidnappers kill me. As for Aling... in Jiang Peihong's eyes, she was just an orphan. If she died, she died."
Jiang Rong didn't know if Jiang Ci hadn't arrived in time, would she have died there and been eaten by wild dogs? But those pairs of dark green eyes filled with ferocity and greed became her nightmare for the rest of her life.
"So," Shang Shaoheng said, "the kidnapping that happened not long ago was a replica of the kidnapping when you were fourteen, right?"
Jiang Rong paused, then revealed a confused look at just the right moment: "What?"
Shang Shaoheng pinched her chin, looked into her eyes, and said, "You are very good at lying, but unfortunately, I am very good at identifying lies."
"The kidnapping incident when you first returned to Yancheng was a replay of what happened to you and Feng Siling. For some reason, you even gave up resistance and wanted to die there—why?" Shang Shaoheng asked. "Five years have passed, do you still think you should die with Feng Siling?"
Cold sweat oozed from Jiang Rong's back.
This man is so sharp.
No matter how complex the chess game is, nothing can escape his eyes. He doesn't even need too many clues to find the similarities between the two kidnapping cases.
"But there's one thing that doesn't make sense, Jiang Rong." Shang Shaoheng stroked her cheek with his thumb. "How could someone like you not have taken revenge on the Jiang family for five years? And even in a copycat case five years later, you gave up resistance and prepared to die?"
Jiang Rong grabbed his hand and smiled: "Haven't you remembered what I said?"
"When you're curious about someone, you're interested in them." She put Shang Shaoheng's hand back and continued, "So, for both your sake and mine, don't ask questions that cross the line."
Shang Shaoheng wasn't angry either, he just said, "You guessed where Feng Siling's ashes are, right?"
Jiang Rong was silent for a while, then said, "Please drop me off in front. I need to go somewhere."
After a pause, he added: "I will go back to cook for you in the evening. Just ask Auntie to prepare the ingredients for whatever you want to eat."
Seeing that Shang Shaoheng had no objection, Chi Er stopped the car. Jiang Rong opened the door and got out. He walked out a few steps, then turned back and knocked on the glass window.
Shang Shaoheng lowered the glass window, revealing his deep and delicate facial features.
Jiang Rong said: "You have never been in love, let me teach you a little bit."
She smiled and said, "Don't come down like a god to save people from suffering like you did today. I'm easily moved."
Shang Shaoheng asked: "Are you moved?"
Jiang Rong put his hands in his pockets and said with a smile: "I'm not an ordinary girl."
She waved and walked along the street. Chi Er asked, "Sir, are we going to the company now? The meeting has been postponed for over an hour, and the shareholders are waiting for you."
"Hmm." Shang Shaoheng responded, and after a while, he continued, "What do you think about Jiang Rong?"
Chi Er hesitated for a moment and said honestly, "I dare not look."
"?"
Chi Er sighed: "Miss Jiang Rong reminds me of poppies. The more beautiful they are, the more poisonous they are."
"..." Shang Shaoheng said: "It is indeed a loss to the film and television industry if you don't write scripts."
Chi Er: “…”
Jiang Rong was standing by the roadside waiting for a bus.
Fortunately, they have arrived in the city and the taxi fare is not that expensive, otherwise she would be in pain again.
The crowd was bustling and the morning in early July was slowly getting hotter. Jiang Rong looked up at the azure sky, his eyes indifferent and unfocused.
022 asked cautiously: [Teacher Jiang, where are we going?]
"Go get Aling's ashes back," Jiang Rong said calmly.
[Do you really know who took her ashes?!] 022 said in surprise: [I thought Shang Shaoheng was talking nonsense.]
Jiang Rong smiled and said, "He knows me better than you do."
022 was a little unconvinced: [Maybe I'm just stupid...]
[But Teacher Jiang, where are we going? ]
Jiang Rong's expression turned cold, and he said, "Iris Casino."
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