Jiang Renqi clenched his hands into fists and said, "Is it because I am not your biological child that you can treat me like this? You have raised me for more than 20 years."

Jiang's mother said fiercely , " You also know that I have raised you for more than 20 years. If it weren't for you, my daughter would be the little princess of the Jiang family, and would have grown up with no worries about food and clothing. She wouldn't be unable to find anyone now."

Jiang Renqi's face gradually turned pale. After all, her mother Jiang had raised her for many years. She didn't understand why her mother was so cruel to her.

Obviously, she is the family member who has been with her for more than ten years.

Moreover, according to the story routines in those true and false daughter novels, Jiang's mother should favor her and would not treat her like this.

But looking at the woman in her forties or fifties in front of him, Jiang Renqi shuddered in his heart and hated her even more.

If possible, she hoped that the real daughter would never be found.

Mother Jiang said calmly , " Since you don't want to marry into the Lin family, don't go out recently and stay here."

Jiang Renqi , " You want to put me under house arrest?"

Jiang's mother , " I told you to behave yourself. When you behave yourself, you can leave."

Just because others can’t figure it out doesn’t mean she can’t.

To this day, Jiang's mother still remembers her daughter's lively fetal movements in her belly and her wrinkled little face when she was born.

But because of Jiang Renqi, because of the people in the hospital, they were replaced, and Jiang Renqi didn't tell her and kept it hidden from her for several years. If she hadn't seen her diary, she would still be hiding it deep in her heart.

The reason why she kept her now was just to maintain the dignity of the Jiang family, and Jiang's father disagreed.

Jiang's mother glanced at the servants beside her. The servants fell silent, took three or two steps forward, and coaxed and dragged Jiang Renqi back upstairs.

Jiang Renqi didn't say anything, but his teeth were gritting and his body was shaking slightly with anger.

The door was closed.

Every last ray of light was swallowed up.

Jiang Renqi seemed to realize something, stood up and turned the doorknob.

However, the door handle did not budge.

Jiang Renqi wanted to call for help again, but heard Aunt Zhang whisper at the door , " Miss, please wait until the mistress calms down. Then I will go and plead with her to let you out."

This sentence made Jiang Renqi calm down a lot. She closed her eyes and said in a calm voice , " Thank you, Mom Zhang, I only have you."

Listen carefully, the voice is a little trembling.

This made Zhang Ma feel very distressed. She coaxed in a low voice , " Don't worry, I'll beg my wife early tomorrow morning."

Jiang Renqi didn't say anything. It's better to rely on yourself than to rely on others.

She returned to bed expressionlessly, picked up her phone, opened Shen Zhuowen's dialog box, and sent him a message.

After a long time, Shen Zhuowen still didn't reply.

The hand holding the phone continued to tighten, Jiang Renqi lowered his eyes, and his mind uncontrollably thought of what Jiang's mother said.

She said ... Shen Zhuowen had no intention of marrying her at all, otherwise he would have mentioned it just now.

But, how is this possible?

His previous attitude towards her was not like a friend at all, and he gave her so many things.

She disagrees.

He can't get rid of her, she must marry him!

...

Shen Zhuowen looked at the red dot on his phone that was getting closer, and parked the car.

He didn't get out of the car, he just rolled down the window and let the night wind blow into the car. Scarlet flames burned and he lit a cigarette.

A cigarette lasts neither long nor short.

Nicotine calms the fire in my heart, and the embers burn on my fingers, giving off a scorching heat.

Shen Zhuowen glanced at it for a while, then reached out and dialed the phone.

Up to a minute.

The call was finally connected.

The sound of wind in the open space accompanied by the footsteps was not very clear, and noisy singing could be vaguely heard.

The vagueness in the photo suddenly popped into my mind, and it was not difficult to see that they had clicked on the man.

We went out to play just two days after we established the relationship.

That works.

Shen Zhuowen sneered.

Jiang Zhimiao seemed to have gone to a relatively quiet place. Her breathing was a little breathless, but she did not speak.

The atmosphere became silent.

Shen Zhuowen asked calmly , " Did you go out to play today?"

Jiang Zhimiao was silent for two seconds, "Didn't you go to Jiang's house?"

"Who told you, Shanyu?" Shen Zhuowen laughed, "Jiang Zhimiao, who do you belong to, have you forgotten?"

Jiang Zhimiao said nothing.

Yu Huo was stuck in his heart. When Shen Zhuowen spoke again, his voice was already three points colder , " Come down."

Jiang Zhimiao was stunned. Shen Zhuowen was at the door of the club?

But how could it be possible? Didn't he go to Jiang's house? How could he appear here?

After hesitating for a moment, Jiang Zhimiao still spoke to Song Rou in the box in advance, took her bag and went downstairs first.

Standing at the door of the club, his eyes touched Maybach leaning in the corner.

She walked over, looked down an inch, and landed on the Maybach's license plate.

Very familiar numbers.

Shen Zhuowen is really here,

When Jiang Zhimiao thought about what happened tonight, her throat rolled, and she suddenly felt guilty, and her pace became very slow as she walked over.

However, no matter how long this road is, it will be completed.

After getting into the car, Jiang Zhimiao caught a glimpse of the man's movements through the corner of his rearview mirror.

The man put one hand on the window, rolled up his sleeves, and held a cigarette between his fingers. There was a bit of bohemian and unruly expression in his dignity, except for this matter, his expression was extremely downcast and cold. Exudes from the body.

Jiang Zhimiao's lips tightened into a straight line, and the hands hanging on his knees were clenched tightly.

Shen Zhuowen said , " Are you having fun?"

Jiang Zhimiao's back was straight and his voice was shallow , " It's okay. How about you and Miss Jiang? Did you enjoy your chat?"

However, she didn't wait for Shen Zhuowen's answer for a long time.

Jiang Zhimiao turned her head and looked over, only to see a black shadow pressing towards her, with a scream in her throat.

After reacting, she raised her hand to block it.

Shen Zhuowen grabbed her hand directly. His seat belt was untied at some point, and he leaned against the passenger seat, pressing on her.

Then, Jiang Zhimiao felt a pain on his lip.

With her eyelashes trembling, she suddenly raised her head, and her heart was aroused by Shen Zhuowen's action.

"Shen Zhuowen!"

The neon light at the door shone into the carriage, illuminating the bruised section of Jiang Zhimiao's wrist.

Shen Zhuowen's face was ugly, "Did you let them touch you?"

The sound was like ice shards.

But why should he?

Double standard dog!

Jiang Zhimiao endured the pain and asked , " Have you never touched other women, or do you want to have double standards? You only don't allow me to have contact with other men, but you can play with women as you like."

Shen Zhuowen stared into Jiang Zhimiao's eyes. He narrowed his dark pupils, as if a storm was brewing.

Jiang Zhimiao had a bad feeling in his heart.

When her skin touched the cold air, she felt a chill in her heart. She stretched out her hand to pull down the clothes Shen Zhuowen had lifted up. However, the strength gap between men and women was too great and they couldn't pull them off at all. Even her breast buckle was untied by him. .

Angry flames and cold confrontation intertwined in the air.

Till death.

When things get to this point, it may be really difficult to end things without a night's sleep.

Jiang Zhimiao tensed her body as if breaking a jar, stretched out her slender arms, and hooked Shen Zhuowen's neck.

Kiss him back and bear his anger.

The taste of rust spread on his lips, calming the fire in the man's heart.

I don’t know how much time passed before the surrounding sounds disappeared.

Jiang Zhimiao stared at Shen Zhuowen with wet eyes, her voice softened , " Can't you tell, I'm jealous."