Seeing that he was in a bad mood, she quickly controlled her temper and said with a smile, "Rong Shaoze, please let Mr. Qiao go. He hasn’t offended you, nor has he done anything to wrong you. It’s unfair for you to treat him this way."
"Hasn’t done anything to wrong me?!" The man suddenly stood up, pulled out a photograph from the inner pocket of his suit jacket, and flung it in front of her with such force that it nearly hit her face.
"Isn’t this proof enough? Do you still dare to say he hasn’t wronged me?! Lin Xinlan, do you know, just because of this photograph, he could die a hundred times!"
That photograph again...
Lin Xinlan shook her head with a pained expression, saying helplessly, "It’s because of this photograph that you killed my child.
Now you are going to use this photograph to kill Mr. Qiao too? Rong Shaoze, I’ve told you before, we were framed.
Nothing happened between Mr. Qiao and me. Someone drugged us on purpose, just to take this photograph.
And isn’t it all because of the trouble you’ve caused? If you hadn’t made enemies everywhere, would anyone target me?
Because of you, how much suffering have I endured, and how many times have I been targeted?"
"In the end, the existence of this photograph is all because of you. You are the true instigator of this whole affair!"
"If what you’re saying is true, then tell me, who took this photograph? Who is framing you?" he asked coldly.
Lin Xinlan opened her mouth, not sure if she should reveal Zhou Yu’s name.
"It was Zhou Yu," Qiao Yiyang said calmly.
"He set up me and Xinlan. His aim was to use the photograph to blackmail us into rescuing Zhou Xi. We indeed were framed. If I had actually been involved with Xinlan, I’d never deny it. However, I do wish what’s depicted in the photograph was real, but unfortunately, it’s fake."
Rong Shaoze slowly shifted his gaze, his icy and sharp eyes landing on Qiao Yiyang, a hint of bloodthirst flickering through them.
"From the sound of it, are you implying that, if possible, you wouldn’t mind sleeping with my wife?"
Lin Xinlan opened her eyes wide in shock, almost cursing out loud.
Rong Shaoze’s words were so shameless!
And besides, they were already divorced; she was no longer his wife!
Qiao Yiyang didn’t flinch from his glare. He smiled faintly, his demeanor at ease:
"I won’t deny that I like her, Rong Shaoze. If you can’t give her happiness, please let her go. I can give her everything she wants. I believe that Xinlan would be at least a hundred times, a thousand times... happier with me than with you."
Rong Shaoze’s face darkened suddenly, like the brooding clouds before a storm, foreboding and terrifying.
Lin Xinlan grew anxious inside, knowing that Qiao Yiyang’s words at this moment would only enrage him further.
"Heh, quite bold," he coldly sneered, nodding with a dangerous glint in his eyes.
"Then I’d like to see, on what basis can you give her—happiness! Guards, blind his eyes and silence his voice for me. I want to see how he’s going to make her happy!!"
The last sentence was practically a roar.
Enraged, Rong Shaoze’s men naturally didn’t dare delay.
Several black-clad bodyguards quickly rushed in and violently pinned Qiao Yiyang to the ground.
The cold, sharp tip of a knife aimed at his eyes, about to stab in—
"Don’t!" Lin Xinlan, terrified, threw herself over, clinging tightly to Rong Shaoze’s waist, her entire body trembling.