The Xiao family's other villas were liquidated by the bank, leaving the Xiao family homeless and renting.
This villa was the personal property of Xiao Ruoran, a member of the Xiao family.
Last time, Xiao Zhan orchestrated the auction of some worthless items. Due to Xiao Zhan's wealth, many wealthy individuals spent their money to purchase these insignificant items.
Although Xiao Zhan was dead, the money fell into Xiao Ruoran's hands.
Although she was a woman, after the deaths of Xiao Biehe and Xiao Zhan, she became the pillar of the Xiao family. Now, the Xiao family members were counting on Xiao Ruoran, hoping that she could lead the Xiao family to its resurgence.
Villa, second-floor room.
A man in his fifties lay on the bed.
Beside him, a woman in a white dress stood.
The woman was Xiao Ruoran. Although she was in her thirties, she maintained herself beautifully, like a girl of eighteen or nineteen.
She had a slender figure, delicate features, and a beautiful face. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her slightly transparent dress exuded a seductive charm.
"Brother Zhang, when will you fulfill your promise?" Xiao Ruoran looked at the old man lying on the bed, wearing only his underpants.
This man was a prominent figure, acquainted with many influential figures.
Now that the Xiao family had been liquidated and bankrupt, and their assets had been seized, Xiao Ruoran was diligently using every available connection to reclaim some of the Xiao family's assets.
Zhang Changtian looked at the stunningly beautiful Xiao Ruoran and said with a smile, "Don't worry. I'll definitely do what I promised you. You know, Ye Xiong bankrupted the Xiao family through legitimate means. I need to take care of everything."
Xiao Ruoran walked over, snuggled into Zhang Changtian's arms, and said coquettishly, "Brother Zhang, I've given you 50 million in total. It's been so long. Just give me a precise timeframe."
"Soon, soon. Just a few days."
Zhang Changtian smiled, but inwardly he snorted.
You stinking bitch! The Xiao family is in trouble now. Xiao Zhan is dead. They can never return to the top four wealthiest families. I'd have already lost the money you gave me. If it weren't for the money, I wouldn't bother with you, a stinking bitch who's been humiliated by thousands of people.
"Brother Zhang, don't worry. Once we get the Xiao family's fixed assets back, you'll definitely be rewarded. And I'll be yours too."
Bang!
At that moment, the door kicked open.
"Who?"
Zhang Changtian shuddered violently, then abruptly rolled to his feet.
Seeing the ghost-masked man who had kicked the door open, he trembled with fear.
He tumbled off the bed, pulling his clothes back on as he spoke, "No, it's none of my business. I know nothing. I'm leaving now."
Having been in Jiangzhong, how could he not know this ghost-masked man?
It was he who killed Xiao Biehe, it was he who killed Xiao Zhan.
Xiao Ruoran, seeing Jiang Chen kick the door open, also trembled with fear.
Jiang Chen approached.
Zhang Changtian quickly dressed and was about to flee.
However, a pair of large hands grabbed him and forcibly threw him onto the bed.
He cowered in fear, not daring to utter a single word, fearing that a single mistake would provoke this plague god.
"Who are you, anyway? What deep-seated hatred do you have with my Xiao family?" After a moment of shock, Xiao Ruoran calmed down and stared intently at Jiang Chen as he approached.
Jiang Chen removed his mask.
"You?" Xiao Ruoran stared at Jiang Chen, a look of confusion on his face. "Jiang Chen, the Tang family's son-in-law?"
"Yes," Jiang Chen didn't deny.
"Jiang, Jiang Chen?"
Xiao Ruoran suddenly remembered something and exclaimed, "You, you're Jiangnan's son, Jiang Chen?"
Jiang Chen nodded, brought a chair, sat down beside the bed, and calmly lit a cigarette.
The large room was a dead silence, broken only by the sound of burning tobacco.
Zhang Changtian huddled in bed, terrified, not daring to utter a word.
Xiao Ruoran's face darkened with a terrifying gloom. Now she finally knew who had destroyed her Xiao family.
"Jiang Chen, what do you want?"
"Heh..."
Jiang Chen laughed.
His laugh was sinister and terrifying.
"Xiao Ruoran, you're actually asking me what I want?"
"Because of you, my grandfather was wronged and became a laughing stock in Jiangzhong."
"Because of you, my father suffered a heart attack out of anger, yet you pushed him off the third floor and said it was suicide out of fear of punishment."
"Because of you, the Xiao, Wang, Zhao, and Zhou families gathered at the Jiang residence, kidnapped over thirty members of the family, and set fire to them, killing over thirty more. And you're asking me what I want?"
At this moment, Jiang Chen was like a tiger bursting out of its cage, a terrifying aura of rage.
He roared, a roar that made Xiao Ruoran's eardrums numb and her mind tremble.
Xiao Ruoran was terrified, completely terrified.
She was a smart woman. Ever since Jiang Chen killed her father, Xiao Biehe, and her fourth brother, Xiao Zhan, and those events had been forcibly suppressed, she knew that Jiang Chen was no longer the weak and fragile young man he had been ten years ago.
"Jiang, Jiang Chen, I'm your stepmother after all, you..."
"Pa!"
Jiang Chen stood up and slapped her across the face.
The blow was powerful, sending Xiao Ruoran sprawling onto the bed. Her fair face instantly turned red and swollen, and blood streamed from the corner of her mouth.
Jiang Chen grabbed her hair and pinned her head to the bed. He picked up the cigarette butt and slammed it into her face.
He didn't soften his heart just because Xiao Ruoran was a woman.
He still remembered his grandfather's grimace before his death.
He still remembered his father being pushed down the stairs.
Even more than anything, he couldn't forget the sight of the Jiang family being tied up and burned in flames.
"Ah."
Xiao Ruoran roared in pain.
Zhang Changtian, terrified, rolled under the bed and huddled in the corner, not daring to even fart.
"Xiao Ruoran, back then, you tried every possible means to get close to my father, framed my grandfather, framed my father, and wiped out the Jiang family. Did you ever imagine this day would come?"
"Xiao Ruoran, if you don't die, how can the thirty-eight Jiang family souls rest in peace!"
Jiang Chen roared word by word.
"Jiang Chen, I was wrong. I truly know I was wrong. You've ruined the Xiao family. Please, let me go."
At this moment, Xiao Ruoran lost her former dignity and grace. She was like a lost dog, begging for mercy.
Jiang Chen pulled out a switchblade.
Swish!
He slashed across Xiao Ruoran's face, leaving a horrifying wound. Blood dripped down her neck, staining her pristine white dress red.
Xiao Ruoran's face twisted in pain, and she lost her voice, unable to even scream.
"Ten years ago, Tang Chuchu risked her own life to pull me out of the fire, saving my life. She's my savior, yet your Xiao family has tortured her in every way."
"I will make the Xiao family repay Tang Chuchu a hundredfold for the sins she's suffered."
"Don't worry, I won't kill you. I want you to know what despair is. I want you to wish you were dead, unable to live. I want you to wish you were dead."
Jiang Chen raised his hand and stabbed again.
"Wuwu, I was wrong, Jiang Chen, please let me go," Xiao Ruoran pleaded.
Jiang Chen dropped the switchblade and sat in a chair beside the bed, looking at Xiao Ruoran, whose face was covered in blood and whose expression was ferocious and terrifying.
"Where is the painting of Huayue Mountain Residence?"