Fake Marriage To The Richest Tycoon-Chapter 91: He wants something from your mother

Her announcement shocked everyone. The color drained from Shentu Jing’s face. Shentu Dong’s face turned ugly, as did Shentu Ling’s.

"W-what did you say?" Shentu Dong wasn’t sure he had heard correctly. Well, he had, but his heart was reluctant to accept it. He had seen how much his son cared for her. This was a lie?

Is this girl stupid or what? She just broke herself away from the Shentu family with just a few words. In the future, she might get herself into serious trouble, Jiang Zhaoling thought.

"I will not repeat myself," Qin Zhuzhu’s tone was cold. She looked at Shentu Jing, who had no expression on his face.

With that, she left the Shentu mansion without taking anything with her, just as she had left the Xu family.

She straightened her back, squared her shoulders, and lifted her chin as she proudly walked away. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

But her heart was squeezing in on itself, and Qin Zhuzhu didn’t know why she felt this way.

"She’s gone. Bad luck for you, brother," Shentu Chu said gleefully.

"Shut up! The bad luck came from you two! All of you!" Shentu Mingye held his swollen cheek and shouted at them. Then he turned to his father.

"You are not my father! You’re not fit! I don’t ever want to fucking see you again!" Shentu Mingye stomped upstairs, and the sound of luggage wheels rolling across the wooden floor echoed through the house.

Shentu Dong was furious that Shentu Jing had lied to him. In fact, he had lied to the whole family, and they had believed him! Now, with Mingye wanting to leave, his anger intensified.

Shentu Jing pinched the space between his brows, then made a move to leave as well.

"Shentu Jing! Don’t you dare step a foot outside this house until you confess everything!" Shentu Dong screamed, but the latter paid no heed.

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Qin Zhuzhu sat at a café. She had previously planned to meet with someone, but because she had been kidnapped by the Xu sisters, she had failed to keep the appointment.

So, the appointment had been rescheduled.

"This is not Changchun District, where the authorities can turn a blind eye," Qin Zhuzhu removed her dark glasses and looked at the person across the table.

"True, but this café is run by me. So, I make the rules," the person removed his dark sunglasses as well and looked at the young woman with admiration.

"Did you get what I wanted?" Qin Zhuzhu exuded the air of a businesswoman as she spoke to him.

"Bai Qianhua," he pushed his phone across the table to her.

She picked it up and swiped through it. Qin Zhuzhu stared at the photos from the CCTV cameras at the exhibition where she had almost been raped.

There were clear photos of Bai Qianhua talking to and bribing the staff who had lured her into that VIP room. She could see them transferring money, although they had tried to be discreet. As smart as Bai Qianhua was, she had still left behind some clues.

Bai Qianhua, I have nothing to do with you. Why won’t you let me go? Heh, since you won’t let me off, then I won’t let you off either. I’ll make you pay for what you did to me, sooner or later.

Recently, the case of the Xu sisters kidnapping her had also been instigated by Bai Qianhua.

"Bai Qianhua has a strong grudge against you. Since she failed again, I fear she might do something worse. What do you plan to do?"

Just then, another man walked up to them. "Assistant Lin, you can leave. I’ll take over,"

The first man nodded, stood up and left.

"Uncle Song, how’s my mother?" Qin Zhuzhu asked the newcomer. Song Muci took his seat opposite her.

"I’ve arranged a house for her. Don’t worry, she’s in good hands. She’ll no longer have to live with that fake fiancé of yours," Song Muci said.

Song Muci was Song Ping’s brother, her uncle. Not many people knew of him because, at a young age, he had joined the military. Many thought he was dead because he didn’t appear in public, but the truth was that he had been training and flying jets on missions, staying away from the spotlight.

Song Muci thought for a moment before he boldly asked his niece, "By the way, who’s that man who keeps following her around?"

"Oh, that must be Uncle Wubai. He’s Jiang Zhaoling’s uncle," Qin Zhuzhu smiled, almost laughing at the jealous look on Song Muci’s face.

She had noticed that Uncle Wubai seemed to have taken a liking to her mother. It might be a good thing for her. After her father had cheated and abandoned her mother, her mother had never been the same.

Qin Zhuzhu knew that was her mother’s way of protecting herself and being strong for her, but it had made her tired and exhausted. Her mother had never cried when he cheated and married another woman. Instead, she had held back her tears and said, "Let’s go."

That was her mother—a strong woman unwilling to show weakness in front of her daughter, a courageous woman who wanted the best for her child, a woman who would rather be humiliated to protect her daughter from harm.

Qin Zhuzhu knew how much her mother was in pain. She felt every pang, silently, bitterly, gnawing at her heart, yet there was nothing she could do.

"Jiang Wubai?" Song Muci asked, a little skeptical.

"Is there something wrong with him?" Qin Zhuzhu noticed that he didn’t like Jiang Wubai.

"This man’s history is too clean—single, unmarried, no kids at this age. He should be a father by now, like normal people. It’s too good to be true," Song Muci’s tone was filled with suspicion.

"Haven’t you investigated him?" Qin Zhuzhu wanted to laugh at her uncle, who was fussing over any potential suitors for his sister as if they were back in their prime of youth.

"He’s just too clean. Too good to be true. I suspect he wants something from your mother."