Chapter 25: Have You Said Enough?

Jiang Bingqing's voice was very loud. Her voice was almost heard by everyone on the ground floor of the office. She deliberately scolded her loudly.

Jiang Ruolan ignored the curious head peeking out of the window. She clenched her fists tightly, while her pale face stared at Jiang Bingqing's arrogant face. "Have you said enough?"

"No!"

Jiang Ruolan took a deep breath and tried to hold back the anger in her heart with all her might. She did not want to waste any more time with her.

"I'm warning you, stay away from Xian Zihao! If not, do not blame me for standing up for my best friend and letting you live a miserable life!"

"Since you appeared in my life when have I ever had a good day? What else do you want? Let me be humiliated? Or do you want me to die without a complete corpse?" Jiang Ruolan suddenly stopped in her tracks and turned around. Step by step, she approached Jiang Bingqing.

Jiang Bingqing was stunned. Looking at the frost in Jiang Ruolan's eyes, she couldn't help but take two steps back. Her eyes were filled with astonishment. "You!"

"You warned me? What right do you have to warn me? I left the Jiang Family seven years ago, and no longer appear in front of you and your so-called mother! I didn't even bother to fight the so-called Jiang Family inheritance with you. What else do you want from me?! It's been seven years! Seven years and I still can't get rid of the nightmare that you, Jiang Bingqing, gave me! Let me tell you, Jiang Ruolan right now was no longer Jiang Ruolan in the past that you can be scolded and beaten!"

Jiang Ruolan raised her hand and pointed to the side of the road, "You will not let me live a good life, will you? Go! Go ask your friend in Black Society to kidnap me again! Let them inject me with stimulants and be almost raped by a group of old men! Hurry up and go! Isn't that the method you used before?!"

"Jiang Ruolan, who are you yelling at?!"

Jiang Bingqing did not think Jiang Ruolan knew that she was the one who planned the incident seven years ago. She quickly retreated a few steps back, her eyes filled with caution.

The distance between the two of them was only six or seven meters. Then she reluctantly scolded. "You have the nerve to bring up that matter by yourself? If it wasn't for Jiang Yijun and Gengxin saving you back then, you would have already been happy under those old men! Shameless daughter of Guanyu, aren't you as cheap as your mother? The same type of person who likes to be played by men? I was just trying to help you!"

"Sister Jiang, what happened?" Xiong Ruogang ran hurriedly and stood next to Jiang Ruolan with concern written all over her face. She looked at her red eyes and asked, "Sister Jiang?"

Jiang Bingqing, who was already standing next to the car, once again warned her. "Jiang Ruolan, let's wait and see!"

With that, she got into the white Audi and quickly drove away.

"Sister Jiang?" Xiong Ruogang carefully held Jiang Ruolan's hand and was surprised to find her hand cold. Her fingernails almost pierced her palm. "Sister Jiang! Your hands!"

Jiang Ruolan snapped out of her daze and released her clenched fist. "I'm fine." She lowered her eyes and glanced at the bloody palm, then turned to walk to the company.

"Sister Jiang, let me send you to the hospital. You need to treat your wounds." Xiong Ruogang looked at her with a sad expression. "Come with me to the hospital, Sister Jiang!"

"Did you hear that too?" Jiang Ruolan stopped walking.

The hand that gripped her (Jiang Ruolan) hand did not go away. With a warm smile on her face, Xiong Ruogang said softly, "Sister Jiang, everyone will be by your side."

Jiang Ruolan felt her mood become sour. She lowered her head with a bitter smile "I thought I could forget."

Xiong Ruogang knew Jiang Ruolan wanted to be alone for a while, so she did not follow her and stood outside the elevator while looking at her anxiously.

When the elevator door closed, Jiang Ruolan leaned in the corner and raised her head to hold back the tears that were about to fall.

The past, the pain she did not want to remember, the constant insults and beatings from her childhood, and the nightmares she would never forget for the rest of her life at the age of seventeen, all played in her mind.

In the end, she still could not escape this fate.

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