"I may be useless, but I'm not that bad, am I?" Xu Qingqing frowned, finding her brother's words really unpleasant.
"Brother, answer seriously. Maybe there's a turn of events."
"No." Xu Yan's tone was filled with determination.
In his heart, Jing Zhen wouldn't divorce and come back to him. So he wouldn't indulge in fantasies about something that was impossible.
"You must be saying one thing and thinking another!" Xu Qingqing curled her lips.
Didn't she know her brother well? As long as Sister Jing Zhen got divorced, her brother would surely rush to be with her.
After returning home, Yan Mo immediately contacted her lawyer, hoping he could help her with a domestic violence lawsuit.
"Lawyer Hu, this is what happened."
Yan Mo told Lawyer Hu the whole story.
"We don't ask for property division from Jing Zhen. We just want the divorce to go smoothly."
"Okay. First, ask the victim to take photos of the injuries on her body and keep them." Lawyer Hu suggested.
"Okay, I understand."
With the lawyer's advice, Yan Mo immediately called Jing Zhen, but Jing Zhen blocked her number.
Afraid that the wounds on her face would fade, Yan Mo quickly got dressed and prepared to go to the Song family's mansion again.
After Yan Mo left, Jing Zhen just lay on the ground motionless.
If she couldn't successfully divorce Song Fuqiang, she felt that there was no point in living.
She didn't know how long she had been lying on the ground when she stiffly got up. Her gaze fell on the balcony where the sliding door was open and the gentle breeze was blowing the white curtain.
If she jumped from the balcony, everything would be over.
Would Xu Yan shed tears at her funeral?
Thinking like this, Jing Zhen walked step by step towards the balcony.
After Song Fuqiang finished his business dinner, he was reeking of alcohol, his face and neck flushed red. When he got home, he roughly yanked off his tie.
"Jing Zhen, Jing Zhen! Pour me some tea!"
Song Fuqiang slumped onto the sofa, crossing his legs and shouting groggily.
In the past, when he got drunk, Jing Zhen would act like a servant, bringing him hangover soup and helping him to the bedroom to sleep well.
"Jing Zhen, where the hell are you?"
Song Fuqiang shouted several times, but no one came.
"You bitch! I didn't marry you to be a decoration!"
Fuming, Song Fuqiang got up from the sofa and was about to go upstairs to teach Jing Zhen a lesson.
The bedroom door was wide open. As soon as Song Fuqiang walked in, he was startled by the scene in front of him.
Jing Zhen had climbed over the iron railing of the balcony and was standing outside. Her two hands were tightly gripping the railing behind her, and only the soles of her feet were touching the ground while her forefeet were hanging in the air.
The cold autumn wind blew Jing Zhen's white dress, as if it was about to blow her down.
Jing Zhen let go of one hand to smooth her disheveled hair and stared blankly at the ground.
She was on the second floor. Even if she jumped, she might not die. At worst, she would be paralyzed.
If she really became paralyzed, who would take care of her? And who would take care of her father?
"Jing Zhen, come back here!" Song Fuqiang shouted and rushed forward, trying to pull Jing Zhen back.
Hearing the noise, Jing Zhen slipped with her right foot and her whole body started to fall.
Song Fuqiang's heart skipped a beat. He immediately stopped in his tracks.
At the same time, Yan Mo, who was driving over, was looking for the house number of the villa. When she looked up, she saw Jing Zhen on the second - floor balcony, most of her body hanging in the air.
"Jing Zhen!" Yan Mo was shocked. She immediately stopped the car and ran under the villa, opening her arms to try to catch her.
"Jing Zhen, don't do anything stupid. I'll help you no matter what!"
Fortunately, Jing Zhen's body didn't fall completely. She still had one foot on the balcony, and her other two hands were tightly holding the iron railing.
Jing Zhen coldly looked at Song Fuqiang standing in the room and didn't intend to step back onto the balcony.
"Song Fuqiang, I want to divorce you. I don't like you. I can't spend my whole life with you like this!"
"Thank you for helping me when I was in trouble, but I've also given you my most precious thing!"
"We're even. Let me go!"
Song Fuqiang felt his head buzzing. Thinking that he had spent so much money and Jing Zhen still wanted to leave him, he became furious.
"Jing Zhen, aren't you just a marriage swindler? You took my money and now you want to leave. It's not that easy!"
"Either pay me back double the money, or be a good Mrs. Song obediently!"
Jing Zhen's body was swaying, like the last leaf on a branch. The cold wind was desperately trying to blow her off.
"Okay, I will definitely pay you back the money!" Jing Zhen said firmly.
She could go to work, starve herself and save money desperately.
"Good. That includes 'Bird Bell and Slim Bamboo' too!" Song Fuqiang also counted the debt of 'Bird Bell and Slim Bamboo', which he had always been brooding about, on Jing Zhen.
"You lost it as a stake. Why should I compensate for it!" Jing Zhen wasn't stupid.
"I never meant to lose it. I just wanted to put on a show, but who knew you would invite such a powerful treasure appraiser!" The angrier Song Fuqiang got, the more aggrieved he felt.
A painting like 'Bird Bell and Slim Bamboo' was a once - in - a - lifetime encounter. He would never come across such a thing again in his life. How could he show off in the future!
Hearing Song Fuqiang's words, endless sadness welled up in Jing Zhen's heart.
The despair that she had just suppressed now grew like weeds blown by the spring breeze, firmly occupying her heart.
How could she get more than 20 million? Even if she sold herself, she couldn't earn that much!
Hearing the conversation between the two from downstairs, Yan Mo looked at Jing Zhen firmly and said,
"Jing Zhen, agree to him. I'll pay this debt for you!"
"Yan Mo..." Jing Zhen lowered her head and looked at Yan Mo. Thinking of the harsh words she had said to her during the day,
her heart felt like it was being sliced slowly by a blunt knife. It was extremely painful and stuffy.
"Jing Zhen, I'm serious!" Yan Mo stood below, still keeping her arms open.
If Jing Zhen fell, she would rush up without hesitation to be her human cushion.
"I've earned a lot of money over the years. Paying this debt is more than enough!"
Jing Zhen was touched, but she didn't want to accept Yan Mo's offer.
"Thank you, Yan Mo." She wanted to pay this debt by herself.
Jing Zhen climbed back over the iron railing, with a glimmer of hope for life.
Seeing that Jing Zhen was out of danger, Song Fuqiang rushed forward in one stride, pulled her over and slapped her hard twice.
"You bitch! You've grown wings and dare to threaten me with death!"
"I'll beat you to death! If you ever mention the word divorce again, I'll tie you up with ropes and make sure you never see the light of day again!"
"Ah!" Unable to dodge in time, Jing Zhen fell to the ground. Her head hit the glass of the sliding door, and blood flowed freely.