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Shang Jin frowned, he glanced at her hand in disgust, and said: "If you're afraid of dying, then let go."

"If you don't wish to die, that is fine." Shang Jin narrowed his dark eyes and said coldly, "As long as you are obedient enough."

"Send her to Jingshan Villa!" Before she had fainted, she had only heard this one sentence, and the corner of her mouth suddenly curved into a bitter smile.

When Jian Ning woke up again, she saw the black and white ceiling and looked around. In this huge room, there was only a wardrobe at the corner with a table and chair.

It was clean to the point of emptiness.

Only the sunlight that shone through the small window on the wall at the side of the room spilled onto the bed, adding a bit of warmth to the cold room.

Moving his body, Jian Ning struggled to sit up from the bed. The pain coming from the back of her neck made her frown, and then she stood up and tidied up her clothes.

She was still wearing the wedding dress, and a look of disgust flashed past Jian Ning's eyes. He raised the white dress that covered his face.

As she walked out of the room, unexpectedly, no one stopped her. Standing in the middle of the hall was a middle-aged man who seemed like a butler. His black hair was meticulously combed behind his head.

"Hello Miss, I'm the housekeeper of this villa. You can call me Uncle Liu."

Jian Ning curled the corner of her mouth, attempting to reveal a smile, but to no avail. In the end, she could only give up and softly ask: "That person … Did you leave any message? "

"Young Master said to let you stay here peacefully. If you need anything, feel free to tell me."

Just tell me what to do.

Jian Ning retracted her gaze, and her slender, long eyelashes slightly trembled, covering the ridicule in her eyes.

Compared to before when he was pointing a gun at her head, with the treatment he was receiving, Shang Jin as his master must be way too polite. Should she feel lucky …

At the same time, Shang Jin was sitting in the Di Yi Group's CEO's office, pressing the number that Jian Xingfeng had called once again.

"Boss, you …" Song Ge stood at the side and asked with some suspicion.

He knew that the reason his own boss openly snatched Jane Xin away at Zhuang Ye's wedding was because he was waiting for this phone call. He just did not know why …

"Let's wait a little longer," Shang Jin said as his lips curled into a smile. He was afraid that even if Jian Xingfeng called again, it would only be to probe around.

He wanted more than that.

"I'm waiting for him to come find me." After saying that, he turned to look at Song Ge, "Now, release the news that the Di Clan is planning to acquire the Simple Group, the bigger the better. You must let the majority of people believe you."

"Yes." Song Ge respectfully replied, he turned and left, but after taking two steps, he turned back again, his gaze landing on Shang Jin's legs, as he spoke in hesitation.

"Boss, your leg …"

"Down!"

Shang Jin suddenly raised his head, and his cold gaze fell on Song Ge's face as he shouted.

Song Ge opened his mouth, but in the end, he could only swallow his words and leave.

Only after a long while did Shang Jin slowly close his eyes. His long and fair fingers lightly trembled on his knees as his mind involuntarily recalled the car accident three months ago …

That car accident not only took his father's life, but also injured his legs.

No one knew that if it wasn't for his father blocking his path at this critical moment, the one who would have died would have been him, not just his injured legs …

Thus, he wanted all those who participated to pay the price they deserved.