"Do you want to face criminal responsibility and reunite with your son in prison?"
Her voice was soft and mellow.
In her casual tone, her words were sharp enough to hit home!
"In fact, you have tried every trick in the book for your son, but Mrs. He, you were too hasty and forgot one thing."
"If I can sway the same people with money that you can, as long as my offer tempts them, they will do anything for me—especially if it’s just to bite back at you."
Tang Wan’s voice remained even, but Lun Huiru felt as if she could hear her smiling.
"You’ve overestimated your abilities, underestimated his shamelessness, and looked down upon me."
After she finished, she suddenly reached out, straightening Lun Huiru’s slightly disheveled hair.
Her fingertips were warm, but Lun Huiru felt as if an icy blade glided across her face. Wherever she touched, her pores opened, and her body shivered.
"You always care so much about your image. How can you not notice when your hair is a mess?"
Lun Huiru stared at the person before her.
Elegant and graceful, hailed as the paragon of Pingjiang City’s socialites, she always seemed gentle in their previous interactions; who would have thought she had such a fiery nature.
Tang Wan smiled at her:
"Mrs. He, we’ve always been polite when we’ve met before, but that doesn’t mean I’m a pushover that anyone can squeeze."
"But don’t worry, as for He An’s matter, I believe the law will give him a fair and just verdict."
"I don’t want to forgive him, but I won’t kick him while he’s down because..."
"You’re shameless, but I can’t be!"
Her words cut deep, and Lun Huiru’s lips quivered, her fingers suddenly touched by someone else, causing her body to tremble fiercely, like a sieve.
"Mrs. He, could you let go now?"
Lun Huiru’s breathing quickened, and her fingers slowly released their grip.
"Thank you," said Tang Wan with dignity.
Everyone around was frantic. What were these two whispering about?
What kind of wind had Tang Wan blown to her? The person who had rushed over like a madwoman was now scared.
"What are you waiting for, hurry up and drag her out!" Mr. He stood by, already mad with anxiety.
Lun Huiru was listless, her pupils dilated, being dragged away just like that. The reporters saw He An’s father and swarmed over, overwhelming the He family’s security.
"Mr. He, did you know about your wife’s actions?"
"Don’t go, this time it was your son kicked out of the board, is your wife next?"
"Are you planning to bring your illegitimate child from outside back home?"
"What are you doing, come over and protect me!" The man was clearly selfish to the extreme; to him, mother and son were already abandoned pieces, not worth caring for.
With limited security, they could only shield the two together and hastily leave the company.
The reporters followed them out, but only a few were circling Tang Wan, who were dismissed by the Jiang family.
"Master, the two are almost at the door, ready to get in the car and leave." Jiang Cuo leaned close to Jiang Jinsang, whispering, "Jiang Jiu is already prepared."
Jiang Jinsang nodded, and Tang Wan turned to look at him, stepping towards him.
A few reporters eyed Jiang Jinsang, only knowing him as the man who had appeared on TV last time, with looks too striking to forget, and that cold, pallid complexion.
"What’s the matter? Do you find me quite frightening..." As Tang Wan approached, Jiang Jinsang knew about all her plans, and facing him, she was inevitably embarrassed.
Jiang Jinsang, however, took two steps forward, and as he approached, reached out, Tang Wan instinctively wanted to dodge, but this time she didn’t move.
His fingers landed on the collar of her coat, smoothing out a wrinkle, "It’s wrinkled."
"No worries, I’ll iron it out when we get back."
He ran his fingers over her collar, barely touching, gliding past her nape, warm like a caress.
"What you did was good."
When I’m not around, you know how to fight back when bullied, and you won’t let yourself suffer too much.
"That..." Tang Wan shifted slightly, "Let’s go back, aren’t you supposed to buy Pine Nut Cake for Jiangjiang?"
Tang Wan frowned, what play?
Jiang Jinsang, however, expertly took her hand and led her quickly through a secure exit. Humans are strange creatures; once they get used to something, the body stops resisting.
Like Tang Wan was already used to him holding her hand.
The remaining reporters looked at each other in dismay, frustrated: Damn, didn’t catch that!