C20

Little Wan looked calmly at the man in front of her. Although they shared the same man's blood, they weren't siblings. He wasn't just ruthless, he was also poisonous.

"You are my sister, how could I, as your brother, do such a thing? I just very kindly wanted to help you find a bastard father, after all he's my nephew, he can't possibly go to school in the future and be called a bastard when he leaves society, right?"

Shu Zimo lit a cigarette and blew a smoke ring at Wan.

"Cough, cough."

Little Wan choked and coughed a few times. She looked at the man in front of her coldly, trying to guess his purpose.

"Shu Zimo, what do you want?"

Leaning back against the sofa, Wan'er tried to relax, afraid that she would hit him again.

"Whatever you want, I want. I want Shu Zhenhui to fall. I want all of his wealth."

Shu Zimo took a long drag on his cigarette and pressed the remaining half of it into the ashtray, holding on to it for a long time.

"You think too highly of me. Although I hate Shu Zhenhui, I never thought of taking his property. I have hands and feet, I will earn my own money, spend my own money, and I will absolutely not let him have a single shred."

It seemed like Shu Zhenhui was truly a hateful person. Even his own son wanted to seek his fortune so much. He was afraid that the rest of his life wouldn't be too good.

"Women only know how to pretend to be noble and noble."

Shu Zimo sneered. He picked up the half bottle of liquor left on the table, poured a full cup and placed it in front of Wan'er.

"Whether I know or not has nothing to do with you. If you want me to do this for you, then I'm very sorry. I don't have the ability and I don't have the time. Please invite someone else."

Wan stood up, intending to leave.

"Shu Wan, do you really think that just because you changed your surname, you had nothing to do with that Shu guy anymore? Don't you remember your mother's suffering? "

Shu Zimo didn't stop her, he just spoke slowly.

Little Wan paused, but after a few seconds of hesitation, she stepped out with her left foot.

"I heard that when your mom was hospitalized, you went to the company to kneel to Shu Zhenhui, but he didn't give you a dime. He would rather take that money to keep a beautiful little LOLI than spend it on you. If he was willing to take the money to save his lover, she would still be alive today, if …"

"Enough, what do you want me to do?"

The uncontrollable tears fell onto the floor. The wound that had just formed on her heart was forcibly torn apart by him.

Closing her eyes, she let her tears fall onto her chest. She would never forget the cold rejection she had received from him a week before her mother had left, when she had knelt down in front of him and begged him to take the money.

She would not forget that he had not even looked at her when he knew that his mother was ill.

She would not forget that when her mother left, he did not shed a single tear.

Even more so, she would not forget the slap he gave her that day, or the words he said.

Everything was so clear that she thought she could try to bury it. She thought it could slowly fade.

She thought she could follow her mother's wishes and be a good child, but now, she realized, she really couldn't.

"Be my mistress and let me support you. If necessary, marry me again."

Seeing the stiff little Wan slowly turning around, Shu Zimo said inhumanly.

"You … "You've gone mad, we're half-siblings, you've gone mad …"

Little Wan shook her head in disbelief, she couldn't believe that he could actually say such words.

"It's because we're siblings that we have to do this."

Shu Zimo smiled sinisterly. His cold killing intent made Little Wan shiver.

"Then you won't get a single cent. Shu Zhenhui will break off his relationship with you, and you, as the vice president, can forget about being a vice president. You will be nothing, and you will have nothing at all."

Little Wan gritted her teeth, trying to treat Shu Zimo as if he was her own. "What if you become my man before he knows?"

The corners of Shu Zimo's lips curled up.