Qin Jun put the money away, ignoring the green glow in her eyes fixated on the cash in his hand, "Who are Rong Yan’s biological parents?"
"Why are you asking this?" Jiang iqi, who had just been all about the money, willing to sell her dignity for it, switched her attitude imdiately upon hearing Rong Yan’s na, glaring at him, eager to see through to his soul, "Did that little bitch send you?"
"Did you bring a recorder to get my words and put them online to clear her na? Tell her—keep dreaming! Her biological father was a thug, and her mother was a streetwalker. After drugging up and fooling around, they had her but didn’t want to raise her, so they dumped her in the hospital corridor! If it weren’t for my kindness picking her up, she’d be long dead! She doesn’t rember saving her life or the good als and care I gave her for twenty years, always opposing . She caused my divorce, leaving in this current miserable state! She’s a heartless ingrate, an untrainable evil spirit! She’ll get her couppance sooner or later!" She straightened her back, slightly raised her chin, putting on that lady’s deanor again, her sharp features and wrinkled clothes serving as the best satire of her pretense.
Qin Jun listened to her curse vehently, standing like a compass with hands on hips, her eyes and brows sharp as knives, cutting deep into Rong Yan despite her absence. She spared no vicious words and pinned them all on Rong Yan.
The fierce deanor was as if Rong Yan stood before her, ready for her to pounce and tear off a piece of flesh.
"Are you done?" Qin Jun shook the money in his hand, took out a wallet to put it away, "Seems you don’t want this money anymore."
Jiang iqi lunged forward to grab it, "Give it to ! It’s mine! You said you would give it to !"
But how could she possibly win against a tall and strong man? He sidestepped away, and she imdiately lunged at nothing.
Jiang iqi’s eyes turned bloodshot, glaring at him with the hatred reserved for a murderer, reaching out, "Give the money! You promised to give it to , you’re not leaving today without handing it over!"
Qin Jun brushed off her hand from his coat, coldly curling his lips, drawing a cigarette from his bag, lighting it up, the scarlet tip releasing a thin wisp of smoke, his handso face blurred in the fog. He flicked the cigarette ash, the gray specks swiftly falling, his voice seeming to echo from ancient tis, deep and rciless, "I did say I’d give you the money."
"Then hurry up and give it to !" Jiang iqi, driven to desperation, attempted to grab him again.
Since childhood, Qin Jun disliked strangers getting close. As her hand reached over, the glowing tip of the cigarette rcilessly burned onto the back of her hand.
"Ah!" Jiang iqi exclaid in pain, retracting her hand.
He coldly observed the woman’s pain-twisted face before him, sneering from above, "But as I said, if you want the money, answer my questions properly. If you answer them well, the money is yours. Conversely, if you don’t do well answering them, you won’t even touch the money!"
Jiang iqi gritted her teeth, clutching her wounded hand, shrieked hoarsely, "I’ve answered! She’s a little bastard, a bastard!"
Qin Jun pulled his long legs together, his brows growing increasingly cold and solemn, "I’ll give you one more chance, don’t rush to answer, think it through. If you want the money, cooperate with . If you continue to ss around, you’ll end up with nothing! You’re about to run out of resources, aren’t you? Think carefully, whether you want to cooperate with ."
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