Shangguan Ning held Jing Yichen back. She said to Jing Yiran coldly, “Yichen has nothing to do with this matter. Don’t talk nonsense. He didn’t need to wait for so many years to kill your mother. We can understand your feelings right now, but be rational. Don’t get blinded by hatred!”
But Jing Yiran couldn’t hear anything this moment. He was certain that Jing Yichen was taking revenge for Zhao Qing, otherwise the way his mother died couldn’t have been so similar to the way had Zhao Qing died.
He laughed wildly, sounding extremely angry. Then he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Mo Lan ran to his side and cried out. “Ran, don’t scare me, are you alright? Doctor, come and check him up. What is wrong with him?”
Jing Yiran pushed her away and stood on his feet. He threw a furious look at Jing Yichen and then staggered towards the door.
“Stop right there!” Jing Zhongxiu bellowed, frowning. “Come back here, now. Stay put at home! You mustn’t go anywhere before the truth is discovered.”
Jing Yichen had been with him the entire night, and judging from his personality, he didn’t care about taking revenge from Zhang Rong. Shangguan Ning was right, if Jing Yichen had meant to kill Zhang Rong, she would not have lived a stable life for so many years.
He believed that Zhang Rong’s death had nothing to do with Jing Yichen, but Jing Yiran was apparently blinded by the hatred and grief.
Zhang Rong had a bizarre death. The moment Jing Zhongxiu heard about it, he knew that it couldn’t have been an accident or a coincidence. Someone had made it happen.
Many people of A City knew about Zhao Qing’s death, so it wasn’t a difficult thing to duplicate it. The difficult part was to trick Zhang Rong, who barely went out, into driving out in the middle of the night.
Jing Zhongxiu felt no grief towards Zhang Rong’s death, because for him, Zhang Rong had been a torment. Sometimes, he himself had wanted to choke the woman who drove his wife to death.
But she was the mother to his other son, and he couldn’t let both his sons lose their mothers.. That was why he had been tolerant towards her.
But how dare someone try and kill her.
Jing Zhongxiu was a formidable and influential man. Although Jing Yiran was furious enough to kill someone, he ceased his steps upon hearing his father’s words.
The bodyguards in black of Family Jing gripped his arms and shoulders, preventing him from going out. Then they brought him back to the villa on Jing Zhongxiu’s orders.
Jing Yiran struggled but failed. He looked at Jing Yichen with bloodshot eyes and spoke through clenched teeth. “You are the murderer. I will definitely find the evidence and kill you. You can’t escape!”Read comics on our webnovel.live
Jing Yichen didn’t even bother looking at him. He sneered. “You and your mother should not have lived in Family Jing. It is my place! A woman who got pregnant on the sly should have gone away a long time ago! Even if you live here, you won’t be buried in Family Jing’s graveyard after you die, because you don’t belong here!”
Jing Yichen and Jing Yiran had been on bad terms with each other forever. There had already been many occasions when they didn’t spare each other’s reputations and swore at each other. Mo Lan could never stop them whilst Jing Tianyuan never cared.
Jing Tianyuan did not want to keep Jing Yiran in Zhang Rong’s stomach years back, because Family Jing had already got Jing Yichen as the heir and no more heirs were needed. Family Jing had had one son each time throughout three generations. They were flourishing with one heir, so one more might have led to disaster not happiness. But Mo Lan stuck to her idea and wanted to keep the child after knowing that Zhang Rong had a boy in her stomach. It was because of this reason that the entire mess was created in the first place.
Although Old Lord Jing spoiled Jing Yiran a great deal, yet he only had Jing Yichen as the heir in his mind. He had no respect for Zhang Rong who had gotten pregnant with evil tricks. Her death was probably a good thing for Family Jing. Also, Jing Yichen was right, Zhang Rong was definitely not going to be buried in Family Jing’s graveyard.
Everyone was already used to this situation except for Shangguan Ning.
She was just unaccustomed but she was not objecting. What she didn’t expect was that Jing Yichen could be the kind to surpass Jing Yiran in swearing.
She was Jing Yichen’s wife and of course she would support her own husband. Zhang Rong had gotten pregnant with Jing Zhongxiu’s baby in a shameful manner and had come to the family when her belly got big. It had caused a huge row between Jing Zhongxiu and Zhao Qing and then she died. Also, she kept planning to get her son to replace Jing Yichen to obtain all the properties that belonged to him. It was reasonable that Jing Yichen hated her, and it wouldn’t be over the top even if he got her killed. It was already kind of him to have tolerated her for so many years.
Anyone else would have killed Zhang Rong right away!
Jing Yiran was taken away by the bodyguards and only Shangguan Ning remained. Mo Lan stayed there and watched her grandson going out of his sight.
Shagguan Ning went up to help her up as she said lightly, “Grandma, don’t worry. Our men are with him and he will be fine. He is just too furious to accept the truth right now, but he will be fine in a couple of days.”
Shangguan Ning had not understood why when Mo Lan cared about Jing Yichen so much, he still was so distant, or even cold with her at times.
Now she did. It was the old lady’s stubbornness that had broken the perfect family apart. She wanted more children in Family Jing to take care of each other so that the family could become more powerful. But her wishes didn’t get realized. She had caused Jing Zhongxiu to live in guilt and pain for decades.
She would not have felt close to Mo Lan in Jing Yichen’s position, either.
Shangguan Ning wasn’t feeling too kind towards the old lady herself but she was, after all the senior lady in the family and looked quite pitiful at the moment. That was why the soft-hearted girl went up to console her.
Mo Lan also regretted the decision she had made earlier.
