My CEO Husband Has Some Issues

Chapter 1589: Chapter 1590: Think Carefully About Whether to Talk Properly

Qin Jun put the money away, ignoring the green glow in her eyes fixated on the cash in his hand, "Who are Rong Yan’s biological parents?"

"Why are you asking this?" Jiang Meiqi, who had just been all about the money, willing to sell her dignity for it, switched her attitude immediately upon hearing Rong Yan’s name, glaring at him, eager to see through to his soul, "Did that little bitch send you?"

"Did you bring a recorder to get my words and put them online to clear her name? Tell her—keep dreaming! Her biological father was a thug, and her mother was a streetwalker. After drugging up and fooling around, they had her but didn’t want to raise her, so they dumped her in the hospital corridor! If it weren’t for my kindness picking her up, she’d be long dead! She doesn’t remember me saving her life or the good meals and care I gave her for twenty years, always opposing me. She caused my divorce, leaving me in this current miserable state! She’s a heartless ingrate, an untrainable evil spirit! She’ll get her comeuppance sooner or later!" She straightened her back, slightly raised her chin, putting on that lady’s demeanor again, her sharp features and wrinkled clothes serving as the best satire of her pretense.

Qin Jun listened to her curse vehemently, standing like a compass with hands on hips, her eyes and brows sharp as knives, cutting deep into Rong Yan despite her absence. She spared no vicious words and pinned them all on Rong Yan.

The fierce demeanor was as if Rong Yan stood before her, ready for her to pounce and tear off a piece of flesh.

"Are you done?" Qin Jun shook the money in his hand, took out a wallet to put it away, "Seems you don’t want this money anymore."

Jiang Meiqi lunged forward to grab it, "Give it to me! It’s mine! You said you would give it to me!"

But how could she possibly win against a tall and strong man? He sidestepped away, and she immediately lunged at nothing.

Jiang Meiqi’s eyes turned bloodshot, glaring at him with the hatred reserved for a murderer, reaching out, "Give me the money! You promised to give it to me, you’re not leaving today without handing it over!"

Qin Jun brushed off her hand from his coat, coldly curling his lips, drawing a cigarette from his bag, lighting it up, the scarlet tip releasing a thin wisp of smoke, his handsome face blurred in the fog. He flicked the cigarette ash, the gray specks swiftly falling, his voice seeming to echo from ancient times, deep and merciless, "I did say I’d give you the money."

"Then hurry up and give it to me!" Jiang Meiqi, driven to desperation, attempted to grab him again.

Since childhood, Qin Jun disliked strangers getting close. As her hand reached over, the glowing tip of the cigarette mercilessly burned onto the back of her hand.

"Ah!" Jiang Meiqi exclaimed in pain, retracting her hand.

He coldly observed the woman’s pain-twisted face before him, sneering from above, "But as I said, if you want the money, answer my questions properly. If you answer them well, the money is yours. Conversely, if you don’t do well answering them, you won’t even touch the money!"

Jiang Meiqi gritted her teeth, clutching her wounded hand, shrieked hoarsely, "I’ve answered! She’s a little bastard, a bastard!"

Qin Jun pulled his long legs together, his brows growing increasingly cold and solemn, "I’ll give you one more chance, don’t rush to answer, think it through. If you want the money, cooperate with me. If you continue to mess around, you’ll end up with nothing! You’re about to run out of resources, aren’t you? Think carefully, whether you want to cooperate with me."