After my death, the Nanyang prince committed suicide for love

"Zhao Wan'er, what are you afraid of?"

Wen Jin raised his leg and approached her step by step: "Are you afraid that I will see the things in your wallet that don't belong to you?"

She remembered very clearly that one night in late March, she and Shen Xunzhou came back from a gathering at the Nanyang Club. She happily told Zhao Wan'er about her experiences, while the latter listened with little interest.

Finally, she went to the bathroom and came out to find that her bag had been opened and scattered on the sofa.

Zhao Wan'er said that the bag had been dropped and she helped pick it up.

He took the things away and was too lazy to even clean them up.

"Who allowed you to be so rude in front of me?" Zhao Wan'er straightened her back and looked at Wen Jin.

"Then who allowed you to steal my things?"

"Am I your child? The way you treat me and Wen Mo is completely different. You trample on me, belittle me, verbally insult me, and even try to do mental pua on me. But to Wen Mo, you only praise her. You don't even blink when she buys a skirt worth tens of thousands of yuan, and you think I'm wasting a ten-dollar short-sleeve shirt. Am I your child?"

"The most hateful thing is that you said that I was a despicable person for sticking with Shen Xunzhou, but at the same time you stole the card he gave me. Do you know that this behavior of yours will kill me?"

In her previous life, she was wrongly accused of cheating. Shen Xunzhou supported her in front of others, but behind their backs he coldly questioned her why?

why?

She didn't know why.

She also didn't know why everyone suddenly started saying that she had a mistress outside.

Why? She never figured it out until she died.

Until this life, until this card appeared.

"I want to kill you," Wen Jin grabbed Zhao Wan'er's hand viciously, gritting his teeth and saying, "I wish I could cut you into pieces."

"When an avalanche occurs, no snowflake is innocent. Shen Xunzhou killed me, and you, my mother, were the one who handed him the knife."

"why?"

Wen Jin shouted again: "Why?"

"Wen Jin, you're crazy, let me go," Zhao Wan'er took the wallet, shook off Wen Jin's hand and tried to leave.

But Wen Jin grabbed her hair and dragged her to the second floor corridor.

Screams sounded.

This startled Wen Mo who had just returned home.

"Wen Jin? What are you doing? Do you want to kill mom?"

"Wen Jin......."

Wen Mo tried to pull Wen Jin's hand away, but she pushed him away. She leaned over and took the wallet from Zhao Wan'er's hand, and took out the black card of Hengzheng Private Bank from it.

He held it between his fingertips, squatted down, took the card and slowly patted Zhao Waner's face: "Is this your card?"

Zhao Wan'er was frightened by Wen Jin's madness and was afraid to speak. Wen Jin obviously didn't want to let her go. She grabbed her hair, forced Zhao Wan'er to look up at her, and asked angrily: "I ask you, is this your card?"

"Wen Jin, if you have the guts, kill me. Just wait and see. How can you enter the Shen family if you are accused of matricide in this life?"

Zhao Wan'er was not willing to be outdone. The little white rabbit she had raised for twenty years suddenly turned into a big wolfdog and wanted to bite her.

Zhao Wan'er would never bow her head in front of Wen Jin no matter what.

If she were to die, she would take Wen Jin with her.

"Really?" Wen Jin smiled, but this smile was too scary, like a ghost demanding her life. She waved her hand and broke the vase on the high table in the corridor, then bent over to pick up the pieces: "I don't like the Shen family, but you... must die!"

"Wen Jin," Wen Mo was shocked and reached out to grab the fragments she held out: "Do you want to go to jail? Do you want to destroy yourself for others?"

"Spending your life in prison, is this what you want?"

Wen Mo's words were like a wake-up call to Wen Jin.

She was trembling with fear.

Outside the courtyard, car lights shone in, and Wen Qiyun and Shen Xunzhou's cars arrived almost at the same time.

When the aunt at home heard the noise upstairs, she became very anxious. When she saw Wen Qiyun coming back, she quickly called people into the house.

Shen Xunzhou paid the fare and got out of the car, and the sound of a door closing hastily responded to him.

"Jinjin, what's wrong?"

Wen Qiyun looked at the mess in the room, his eyes moving from Zhao Wan'er to Wen Jin.

Hearing Wen Qiyun's voice, Wen Jin let go of the fragments, squatted on the ground, hugged his knees, and burst into tears.

It was like a child who had endured grievances for decades suddenly seeing his parents.

She thought of many people, but not Zhao Wan'er.

She thought that she was just greedy and not a bad person.

But I never thought that she was greedy and bad.

She pushed herself into the abyss step by step.

It's like giving her a packet of chronic suicide poison.

Watch her die.

"How can you call me lowly and vulgar while using my dignity to gain your own interests and selfish desires? Am I not your daughter?"

"What's going on?" Wen Qiyun's eyes fell on Zhao Wan'er. Seeing that she didn't speak, he looked around and saw the black card.

He picked it up and held it between his fingertips, frowning: "Why is the Shen family's card in our house?"

Hengzheng Bank is owned by the Shen family. Everyone in the Nanyang business circle knows that cards number one to ten are internal cards of the Shen family.

The Shen family has grown to its third generation, and this black card of Hengzheng Private Bank represents the identity of the third-generation heir Shen Xunzhou.

And how come this card was in their house?

"I............."

Zhao Wan'er was about to explain when Wen Jin interrupted her: "She used my name to threaten Shen Xunzhou for this card and sold me to Shen Xunzhou."

"Wen Jin, you are talking nonsense."

"You dare to say that you have never used this card? Shen Xunzhou told me today that the spending limit of this card last month was more than 20 million. Do you need me to pull out the bill for you?"

Wen Jin knew that it was too flimsy to say that it was given to her by Shen Xunzhou and then stolen by Zhao Wan'er.

Wen Qiyun is a man of integrity and is always meticulous in both his personal and business dealings.

Only in this way can Wen Qiyun feel that she has suffered a great injustice.

"How dare you," Wen Qiyun raised his hand and slapped Zhao Wan'er in the face.

"Is it true? Zhao Wan'er."

"I said I stopped your card, but the bags in your locker increased instead of decreased. So you sold your daughter?"

"I didn't, it's not like that, I didn't ask Shen Xunzhou for it."

"You didn't ask him for it, so how did this card end up in your hands?" Wen Jin pressed on.

Wen Mo stood aside and wanted to speak, but for a moment she didn't know how to excuse Zhao Wan'er.

"I.........."

"Could it be you who stole it? You stole a card and spent tens of millions. Did mom want to go in and accompany uncle?" Wen Jin didn't give her a chance to speak, blocking all the ways on both sides.