"How do you explain the fact that an account under the name Ji Feng once transferred twenty million to me?"
Zhang Jingxian threw the old transaction records at Ji Qing’s face. Luckily, she had prepared in advance, or else she might have been bitten back by this woman.
Old Sir Lu was breathing heavily with anger, his face livid as he stared at Ji Qing.
Ji Qing picked up the papers from the ground, her heart in chaos, but after a few seconds, she smirked sarcastically, "Everyone says you’re a mistress, maybe you used some dirty trick to seduce my brother. Even a customer has to pay, don’t they, Director Wang?"
Director Wang glared at Ji Qing, his face ashen, "You woman...."
"You won’t shed tears until you see the coffin, that’s exactly what kind of person you are."
Lu Jinghan sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, exuding a powerful aura. A cigarette hung from his lips, and in the light smoke, his bloodthirsty eyes were filled with a ruthless intent.
Lu Jinghan took out a recording pen and gently pressed a button. Lu Qing An’s deep voice came out.
"As long as Director Wang is willing to cover up the truth, I’ll give you another twenty million. Now that my brother is dead, the power of the Lu Family will definitely fall into my hands, and there won’t be a lack of benefits for you. If Director Wang isn’t willing to help, if your wife were to find out about this woman’s existence, your days won’t be easy."
The voice abruptly stopped there, and neither Lu Qing An nor Ji Qing argued any further. They both kneeled in front of Old Sir Lu and cried, "Dad, we know we were wrong, back then we were blinded, that’s why we did such things, please forgive us."
Old Sir Lu was so furious he nearly fainted, thinking of his poor elder son and daughter-in-law, his heart ached as if being cut by a knife.
Even the servants in this house knew how capable and filial Old Sir Lu’s elder son and daughter-in-law were back in the day. The couple not only loved each other but also managed the company thoroughly and sincerely cared for Old Sir Lu.
Housekeeper Li sighed and shook his head, not imagining that Lu Qing An and his wife could be so cruel.
Old Sir Lu took a deep breath, as if making some significant decision: "I said that if someone is found to have committed murder with intent, after catching the murderer, I would make them pay with their life."
"Dad.... Dad, you can’t be so heartless, you’re left with only me as your son, if I die, who will take care of you in your old age, Dad, please spare us this one time."
Lu Jingchen and Lu Jingwei also cried as they kneeled, "Grandfather, please spare our parents, though they were wrong, it doesn’t deserve the death penalty. Uncle and Aunt are both gone now; even killing our parents won’t help. I beg you to forgive them."
Lu Jinghan pulled out the gun tucked at his back and pressed it hard against Lu Qing An’s temple, his bloodthirsty eyes terrifying like a Rakshasa from Hell.
Everyone in the room was silent with fear, and Lu Qing An was trembling all over.
Old Sir Lu understood this was Lu Jinghan’s stance, a life for a life.
"Jing Han, don’t be impulsive, Second Uncle knows he was wrong, it’s Second Uncle who wronged you...."
Lu Jinghan smirked with a frigid smile, "You think an apology will suffice for murder and arson? Lu Qing An, you’re dreaming."
Ji Qing trembled as she crawled to Old Sir Lu, already crying uncontrollably, "Dad, I’m begging you, don’t kill Qing An. We really know we were wrong. We’ll go to Brother and Sister-in-law’s grave to kowtow and confess. Please don’t kill Qing An, he’s your only son."