Chapter 1024: Taking What Each Needs, Even Bad People Have Their Uses

There are not many people who dare to speak to Ji Yingjie like that, and surprisingly, Ji Yingjie was not even angry.

Since she was being driven away, she stood up and said with regret, "What a pity. I said I came to bring you money, but you didn't believe me. If you insist on thinking I have malicious intent, there's nothing I can do."

"But since I've come, I shouldn't leave empty-handed. If you don't want the money, I'll give you a piece of news: barring any accidents, the court summons will arrive today. You'd better prepare a lawyer for the lawsuit."

"Hmph!"

Wang Yingzhi raised her eyebrows, her expression cold and sharp: "Who are you trying to scare? I've been using these tricks of yours for decades. If you have money, take it out quickly; if not, leave immediately. Don't waste your breath with me here. I wasn't raised on being scared..."

Ji Yingjie found these words familiar; she often said them herself.

But it was fine when she said it; when others said it, it sounded unpleasant.

"If you refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit, then wait for the summons."

Ji Yingjie turned and left.

Wang Yingzhi was still angry when she returned to her room, angry at Sheng Jiang.

Has this man grown some backbone after ten years of not seeing him?

He didn't come himself, but sent a fierce woman instead.

What is his relationship with this woman?

The woman looked fierce, but didn't seem particularly formidable.

She couldn't figure it out, so she called Sheng Jiang—"Beep, beep, beep!"

The call wouldn't go through.

Fine, he actually dared not to answer her call?

Was he not afraid that she would go and cause trouble for Wang Yinghao?

For these past few days, Wang Yingzhi had been using this very point to keep Sheng Jiang firmly under her control; she asked for whatever she wanted, and he didn't dare say a single word of refusal!

She didn't believe Sheng Jiang dared to disobey her. She lacked confidence when dealing with others, but she had confidence in controlling Sheng Jiang.

But half an hour later, the doorbell rang again.

This time it was someone from the court—delivering a summons.

She held the court summons and finally panicked—they were playing for real!

They really wanted to sue her?

Wang Yingzhi was first in disbelief, repeatedly calling it impossible.

She felt that although Sheng Hanyu wasn't born to her, the grace of raising him was greater than the grace of birth. At the very least, she had been Sheng Hanyu's mother for over twenty years; wasn't he afraid of being pointed at and criticized for being so heartless?

The court personnel dropped off the summons and left.

Wang Yingzhi paced back and forth in the living room in a rage. It was too infuriating; she had spent most of Sheng Jiang's life molding him as she pleased, but now he was suing her in court and even refusing to answer her calls.

The more this happened, the more anxious she became.

No one knew better than she did what she had done in the past few days.

That was extortion.

Now that the matter had been exposed, she would definitely lose the lawsuit!

She didn't want to lose, and she wanted even less to return to prison.

Wang Yingzhi knew clearly in her heart that the woman was right; Sheng Hanyu had the ability to finish her off in minutes, without even a ripple.

No, she couldn't just sit and wait for death.

She wanted to escape and slip away.

The money she had gotten from Sheng Jiang during this time was enough. If she took the money and hid in a place where no one could find her, as long as she didn't look for trouble with the Sheng Family, the Sheng Family wouldn't hold onto her and refuse to let go!

She made up her mind and simply packed her valuables, preparing to slip away.

Opening the door, Ji Yingjie was standing straight in the doorway, giving her a fright.

"Why are you standing here? You scared me to death."

Ji Yingjie smiled: "You're planning to run away, right? You can go, but first hand over all the money you extorted, and as for those rumors you spread, you have to go and explain them clearly to every single person."

"As for Wang Yinghao's mental distress compensation, let's set it at 100 million."

Wang Yingzhi was furious: "Is this woman crazy with greed? Even more greedy than me. You open your mouth and it's 100 million; even if you sold me, I wouldn't have it."

"If you can't come up with the money, you can't leave. Wait to enjoy your old age in prison."

Ji Yingjie gave her a hard shove, pushing her back into the room, then entered herself and locked the door from the inside.

"What are you doing?" Wang Yingzhi asked, alert.

Ji Yingjie: "Nothing much, I'm just here watching you. And I advise you to best give up the thought of running away; you can't escape."

"There are at least ten people surrounding this Apartment, and you are under 360-degree, dead-angle-free surveillance twenty-four hours a day. Even if you grew wings, you wouldn't be able to fly out."

"On what grounds? You are illegally detaining me, this is also against the law..."

Wang Yingzhi was so anxious she was about to cry. Although she had improved quite a bit over these ten years, her basic personality hadn't changed; she was still a bully to the weak and a coward to the strong.

"Do you have evidence? You want to go and sue me too? Pity you have no evidence, and you don't dare to; you can't do anything..." Ji Yingjie was infuriatingly calm.

Wang Yingzhi had no options left; she was forced into a dead end step by step by Ji Yingjie.

With a mournful face, she said: "I can give you all my money, just don't go to court. I never want to go back to prison again."

The time had come.

Ji Yingjie stated her purpose: "Actually, it's not hard to avoid prison. You can keep the money you took from Sheng Jiang, as long as you do me a favor. Are you willing?"

Hearing that there was such a good deal, Wang Yingzhi nodded like a chick pecking at rice: "Willing, willing, I'm willing."

"See, wouldn't everything have been fine if you had just talked properly from the start?" Ji Yingjie revealed a triumphant smile.

……

Jiangzhou Men's Prison.

The prison guard opened the door and shouted inside: "1604, come out, someone is here to visit you."

"Who wants to see me?"

Prisoner number 1604 did not come out, but instead looked toward the doorway with vigilance.

He had no relatives in Jiangzhou; who could be coming to see him?

Do not be fooled by his calm exterior; inside, his heart was like a raging sea, for he feared his younger brother had come to Jiangzhou.

Please don't let it be him, it had better not be!

The prison guard said impatiently, "An old lady, says she's your grandmother. Are you seeing her or not?"

"She also brought you quite a lot of good food and daily necessities. Do you want them?"

The food in the Prison was terrible, not even a trace of grease to be seen; prisoners sentenced to a few years still had the chance to go out and work, and although the work was dirty and tiring, they could at least improve their diet.

But he was a high-security prisoner and had no such opportunity.

Other prisoners' families would come to visit their relatives regularly and bring some good food, but he had nothing.

Although he had been on the run all these years, he had never lacked for food or clothing and had never suffered in this regard; lately, he felt as if every bit of oil in his intestines had been scraped clean.

Since it wasn't his younger brother, who cared who she was?

"I'll see her."

The visiting room.

Zhu Qingxiang, wearing handcuffs and leg shackles, saw the woman in front of him and tried to identify her carefully, but still could not recognize who she was.

He picked up the telephone and asked, "You are looking for me? Who are you? Are you sure you haven't mistaken me for someone else?"

"Grandson, my poor eldest grandson..."

The old woman's tears fell before she could even speak, and she wept miserably: "My good child, you have suffered here. I am your grandmother. Your poor mother is gone, my poor daughter... Grandmother didn't know you were suffering here; if I had known sooner, I would have come to see you long ago..."

The woman's face was streaked with old tears, and she wept miserably.

She kept reaching out to wipe away her tears.

On her ten fingers, at least eight were adorned with bright, shining gold rings.

There were also diamond ones, and the gold bracelet on her wrist was very thick; the old lady was covered in jewelry and wearing all name brands, but they were not the current styles, rather outdated, old-fashioned ones that only a nouveau riche would wear.

Zhu Qingxiang was alert.

Because when his mother was alive, she had once said that his grandmother's family was very poor; could this old lady, covered in "jewelry," be real?