Tang Yun was still shedding tears. She sounded sincere and pathetic.

  Jing Yichen knew pretty well that Tang Yun was not the murderer.

  She was taken advantage of, or she had been willing to be taken advantage of.

  She sacrificed her own child because she wanted Shangguan Ning to leave him rather than make him marry her. The man behind Tang Yun knew pretty well that Tang Yun couldn’t possibly become a lady of Family Jing.

  The rival had taken so many roundabouts because he wanted Jing Yichen to become a lonely man whom everyone would turn against and leave him.

  Who would be the next target?

  Jing Zhongxiu?

  But the rival had underestimated him!

  Was he as stupid as Jing Yiran?

  A similar method had been used once and now it was being used again. It seemed that the rival was not that smart.

  Jing Yichen glanced at Tang Yun and interrupted her non-stop crying. “You can leave now. I will take back everything I have given you. Take care.”


  After saying so, he turned around and left the place.

  Tang Yun was suspicious. She was even more complicated than the rival behind the scene.

  In the evening, Jing Yichen went back to Family Jing and visited the small villa where Jing Yiran lived.

  Jing Yiran was almost healed. It didn’t hurt any longer when he got up from the bed. But most of the time he was still lying in bed. He didn’t want to move around.

  Seeing Jing Yichen entering the room, he got startled and then sneered. “Ha, Elder Master is free to visit me now? So unexpected! So your American lover couldn’t chain you? Or your little wife detests you already?”


  “I am here to tell you that you will answer for the 47 men you killed.” Jing Yichen looked cold, totally unmoved by what Jing Yiran said.

  Jing Yiran, on the other hand, frowned.

  “What 47 men? Explain!”


  Ignoring what he said, Jing Yichen walked away.

  The reason why he came here was because he wanted to tell Jing Yiran that he had become the scapegoat and because he wanted to tell the man behind his back that he had been trapped and that his fight would get increasingly fierce.

  After Jing Yichen left, Jing Yiran made a call and then left home despite the injuries.

  Half an hour later in the office of Deputy President of Family Ji’s Enterprise, Jing Yiran grabbed hold of Ji Bo’s collar and bellowed furiously, “You made me a scapegoat, again.”


  Suffocated, Ji Bo puffed up his cheeks.

  “Are you mental, Jing Yiran? Let go of me!”


  Jing Yiran threw him back to the chair and snarled. “I work with you not to become your scapegoat. Jing Yichen must die, but not now when he is so angry that he will kill me first. I haven’t questioned you about your leaking of the secret and now you have killed Jing Yichen’s men so that I became the scapegoat again.”


  Ji Bo smoothed the crease on his shirt and frowned. “That’s part of the plan. The fewer men there are, the better. I already explained to you about the secret leaking. I went to Jing Yichen because I wanted to gain his trust, that’s all! Our enterprise is collaborating with Jingsheng in the area of finance. I have already retreated in business just to gain his trust, so that I can take control of Jingsheng in the future.”


  “You are the Second Master of Family Jing. You better not come and visit me often. It is going to look very suspicious. Also, you must work hard to gain more shares of Jingsheng, so that we can collaborate both from inside and outside to make sure Jing Yichen is alone. Our goal is exactly the same and you need to stop suspecting me if you want to work with me. We will be dragged down if you repeatedly suspect our collaboration!”


  Ji Bo always felt shadowed in front of Jing Yichen, because he felt that everything he thought could be seen through, by Jing Yichen.

  But in front of Jing Yiran, he felt somehow superior.

  He was one of the heirs of Family Ji and had been systematically trained and cultivated, totally different from Jing Yiran, who was just a love child.

  Most people didn’t understand the difference between Jing Yiran and Jing Yichen, but as one of the heirs of Family Ji, Ji Bo knew it well.

  Jing Yichen didn’t possess any air as a wealthy man. He was sensitive and sharp, physically and psychologically stronger than ordinary people.

  But Jing Yiran had all the drawbacks and flaws of a wealthy man. He couldn’t possibly be a match against Ji Bo who had been trained in the same way.

  Therefore, Ji Bo started to treat Jing Yiran less and less politely. The more they worked together, the less intimidated he felt about this man with the title of Second Master of Family Jing.

  That had made Ji Bo take the initiative in collaboration with Jing Yiran who was getting less and less important!

  Ji Bo had never thought about taking Family Jing down before. So when Jing Yichen made Family Ji pay a compensation of tens of billions, what Family Ji could do was to act like a slaughtered pig.

  But now, Ji Bo was getting more and more confident.

  Jing Yichen had far too many enemies, especially a good brother like Jing Yiran. If Family Jing could still stand together, then Family Jing would just be way too lucky.

  Jing Yiran didn’t like the way Ji Bo talked with him. Few people in A City would dare to talk with him in a commanding tone.

  He had never considered Ji Bo as someone important. Although Family Ji was also one of the top-notch wealthiest families, it was still far from Family Jing. As long as he took control of all of Family Jing’s properties, a single Ji Bo would mean nothing.

  But Jing Yiran still needed this external force. Without him, he would not be able to get the complete inheritance from Jing Yichen.

  Jing Yichen must die!

  Jing Yiran would be the owner of Family Jing!

  But he had to watch for Ji Bo too, in case he was ripped off by him at the end.

  Jing Yiran argued with Ji Bo and left angrily without reaching a compromise. The moment he came to the living room, Jing Zhongxiu showed four pictures to him.

  “Pick one from them, be ready for the engagement next month.”


  Jing Yiran’s emotions burst because of what he said.

  With veins popping out on the forehead, fists clenched, he pressed down the impulse of tearing apart the four pictures. Then he picked out one randomly and said calmly, “This one will do.”


  Jing Zhongxiu nodded and then went to the study upstairs.

  A touch of viciousness flashed across Jing Yiran’s eyes as he looked at the picture. Then he left.

  One month later, three days before the engagement party of Second Master of Family Jing, his fiancée, the lady of the prestigious Family Shen, Shen Lingbing died of sudden illness.