Ye Qian's expression turned extremely unsightly.
I said proudly, "Your jealousy of others' wealth and power is like the poison in Jing Tian. It corrodes your heart. So what if you forced Nanyang to her death and took her place? You can't erase the fact that Jing Ning is a widower and you're his mistress. You have a chance at a brighter future, but you don't care to fight for it because you're afraid of being mocked. In that case, no one can help you. If anything happens, the fault lies with no one but you."
Ye Qian said coldly, "It seems that Jing Tian is seriously ill. Otherwise, you wouldn't be in such a bad mood. Nanxing, you're born with a silver spoon. Everyone gives you face because of Tong Le and Jing Tian. Do you think I'm really afraid of you? If I didn't come from a bad background, I wouldn't have wasted so much time lying to you!
