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Chapter 259 - Chapter 259 Chapter 259 Only Thirty Seconds Oh

Chapter 259: Chapter 259: Only Thirty Seconds Oh Chapter 259: Chapter 259: Only Thirty Seconds Oh Zhou Ni Juan, sitting in a wheelchair, looked anxiously at the disheveled state of Jia Yunrou and Zhou Xile, her chest heaving with anger.

She was pushed to the entrance of the Zhou Family’s main building by a bodyguard. As the anesthesia wore off, the pain from her newly operated wound began to throb.

Zhou Ni Juan angrily questioned, “Are you satisfied only if our family is destroyed? Don’t forget, the Zhou Family took care of you for three years!”

Facing her unrepentant attitude, Lu Xining sneered inwardly, noting the woman’s arrogance.

“Three years, thirty million…”

“The Zhou Family truly deserves its fame as the richest in Port City. If you take in a few more like me, you wouldn’t need to work at all, better to make it an investment, right?”

Zhou Ni Juan was left speechless by her response but then thought that Lu Xining was ungrateful, considering the wealthy life the Zhou Family had provided her.

“If it weren’t for the education we provided, would you have been able to attend Jingzhou A University and marry into the Ji Family as a rich wife?”

Zhou Jiawang interjected, “Grandma, please stop talking!”

“Why can’t I talk? I want to say this!” Zhou Ni Juan, old and fond of preaching, sat in her wheelchair unrepentant.

“Lu Xining, one must not be ungrateful or forget one’s roots. What you did today in the Zhou Family home has already constituted a crime.”

There was a step between the foyer and the living room at the entrance of the main building. While speaking, she gestured to the bodyguard behind her to lift her wheelchair directly up the step, allowing her limited space to maneuver.

“If you don’t want to face legal prosecution, then you better kneel down and leave the Zhou Family immediately, don’t really think that the Zhou Family is powerless!”

Bang.

A bullet pierced the stomach of the man standing in front.

Zhou Ni Juan instantly fell silent!

Just as she wondered why the bodyguard didn’t follow her orders, someone kicked her wheelchair from behind, sending her flying.

A man’s voice, utterly cold, came from behind.

Ji Muye stated, “What does it matter to you whom I marry?”

Standing at 1.9 meters tall, his presence was intimidating, especially now that Zhou Ni Juan had fallen to the ground, her eyes filled with fear.

Ji Muye scoffed coldly, “Since when does an old woman get to interfere with the Ji Family’s choice of a daughter-in-law?”

Zhou Ni Juan was rendered speechless.

Lu Xining turned her head at the noise and saw Ji Muye, her brow furrowing slightly.

Shouldn’t he be at the hospital with his daughter at this time?

In a moment of crisis, Zhou Ni Juan, who had already suffered a wrist injury, instinctively tried to cushion her fall with her hands, causing her freshly bandaged wrist to ache even more severely than it had in the basement.

Most importantly!

The scalpel that Lu Xining had violently stabbed into her shoulder was removed by Jing Zheng and then stabbed into her thigh several times before Zhou Ni Juan was sent to the hospital. It was painful and bleeding, but not life-threatening.

Even if someone were to assess the injuries, they would at most consider them minor.

But the pain was genuine!

So much so that Zhou Ni Juan couldn’t even stand now.

Meanwhile, Zhou Zhenqing collapsed to the ground in pain, not knowing which organ Lu Xining’s bullet had hit.

He didn’t resist not because he didn’t want to, but because…

The guns of half of the black-clothed bodyguards in the room were aimed at Gou Ruibo and his daughter.

The rest aimed at him!

Lu Xining blew on the silver pistol in her left hand, her other gun pointed downward from above directly at Zhou Zhenqing’s heart.

She shifted her gaze, which had briefly rested on Ji Muye, and looked down at Zhou Ni Juan sprawled on the floor.

Lu Xining spoke lazily, “Why so silent now?”

“You’re quite the talker, aren’t you? Go on.”

She smiled coldly at Zhou Ni Juan lying awkwardly on the ground.

“Actually, don’t stop. The sound of your preaching mixed with the cries of pain from your son, lover, and illegitimate child is surprisingly harmonious.”

The bodyguard who had brought Zhou Ni Juan here was an unfamiliar face, whom she had assumed was new. Only now did she realize that he was one of Ji Muye’s men.

“You brought me here on purpose!”

The trembling voice carried heavy tones of regret and anger.

Those deep eyes like the night sky, devoid even of peripheral glancing, Ji Muye strode past her.

Wang Snake, following behind him, bent slightly and responded to her confusion in fluent Cantonese from Port City, each word injecting fear into her.

“Sorry, that was deliberate.”

“Old Lady Zhou, you are one of the key culprits who hurt our little princess. You can’t just stand aside because of your age, can you?”

He flashed the whitest teeth in his grin and raised the special document in his hand.

Wang Snake deliberately angled it towards them, showing the clearly stamped side, severing the last delusions of Zhou Ni Juan and Zhou Zhenqing.

Wang Snake: “You weren’t waiting for this, were you?”

Nothing was more painful than crushing someone’s eagerly awaited hopes personally.

Ji Muye returned all the pain of hope and disappointment that Lu Xining had suffered today, right back to Zhou Ni Juan and her son, Zhou Zhenqing.

From a distance, Lu Xining couldn’t make out the details on it but guessed roughly.

No more concerns to look back on.

The silver gadget in her hand appeared even more charming.

“It seems a third choice is necessary.”

She walked back and sat down on the sofa, and Lu Xining slowly began speaking to Zhou Zhenqing, “Choose between your real mother and your illegitimate son. Start now.”

She leisurely picked up the countdown device from the coffee table and, in front of everyone, reset the timer.

“This time, you have only thirty seconds.”

Lu Xining deliberately amplified the sound of the countdown, the silent living room of the Zhou family, every sound drawing their emotions.

“30, 29, 28 …”

Each number announced shook the hearts of Zhou Zhenqing and Zhou Ni Juan.

Meanwhile, Jia Yunrou, with a wounded arm, and her son, who had been hit in the legs, were both in so much pain they were nearly suffocating.

“Husband, it hurts so much.”

“Dad, save me, I can’t feel my legs anymore.”

Their voices overshadowed the countdown.

By the time Zhou Zhenqing heard the countdown resume, the numbers had reached “7, 6, 5,” and cold sweat was unstoppable on his forehead.

On the other side, Zhou Ni Juan, who had forced herself to stand, hurried towards Lu Xining on the sofa. Her aged legs were uncontrollably shaking, threatening to collapse at any moment.

Zhou Ni Juan’s thought was: even if she were to die, she would take Lu Xining down with her!

Unfortunately, before she could reach Lu Xining, Zhou Zhenqing had already made his choice, closing his eyes and uttering the name of the illegitimate son.

“Zhou Zhenqing! How dare you!”

Watching her own son abandon her, Zhou Ni Juan’s pupils dilated, and the smile on Lu Xining’s lips widened.

See, no one can accept such a choice.

Nor could Zhou Ni Juan.

Though unsaid, the curve of Lu Xining’s lips conveyed strong irony.

As if saying: Your son doesn’t want you now.

Zhou Zhenqing, with his eyes closed, slowly opened them, looked at his elderly mother in front of him, and uttered words more painful than a scalpel piercing flesh.

“Mom, you’re old, but Xile is still young.”

Hearing this, Lu Xining burst into laughter.

“Ah, Old Lady Zhou, your son doesn’t mean to say that his mother who bore and raised him isn’t as important as a son born from a lover, does he?”

Sarcastically spot on.

“Right, you’re almost in the coffin already, how could you be more important than an illegitimate son who is only twenty-seven or twenty-eight?”

Under Zhou Zhenqing’s shocked gaze, Lu Xining revealed another one of his secrets.