Yes, what should she say about herself? Jiang Xiangyang’s wife? It seemed she had no standing to say that except for the ring on her hand. After a moment, she spoke softly,
“I’m Jiang’s mother’s goddaughter and Jiang Xiangyang’s good friend. After Jiang’s mother passed away, Jiang Xiangyang went to Macau and never came back.”
“Went to Macau? What did he go for?” The man’s voice suddenly rose, pressing Jing Xin.
“I haven’t seen him for many years, but I heard he seems to be doing casino business there.”
“What? Xiangyang is running casinos? How could my son be in this line of work?”
“Miss, let’s not talk here. May I take some of your time to talk?”
The sharpness in his eyes had turned warm. No matter how much he might hate him, Jiang Xiangyang was still his son. After what happened with Ji Xuan, when the Gao family’s business was in crisis, he needed Xiangyang by his side more than ever.
Chapter Forty-One: Entrance The car drove for nearly an hour, entering a rolling mountain range. Finally, it stopped in front of a villa hidden among green waters. As Jing Xin looked up, someone had already opened the car door. Several servants stood in two rows at the gate, respectfully welcoming the man home.
Jing Xin followed the man, reflecting on how the wealthy loved to put on airs. Suddenly, a series of sharp “bang” sounds interrupted her thoughts. A plump, luxurious middle-aged woman emerged from a room, covering her mouth and staggering, her shoulders shaking as she cried. Upon seeing the man beside Jing Xin, she rushed over to grasp his hand, sobbing, “Gao Zhenpeng, what sins have I committed? To let my son suffer like this?”
Gao Zhenpeng patted the woman’s back, pushed her hand away, and hurriedly walked towards a nearby room. Jing Xin, confused, followed him inside but stopped at the doorway. On the large bed directly facing the door lay a man bound like a mummy, dozens of straps tied to iron frames on both sides. He twisted violently, shaking the entire bed.
