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Brother Xiong reported to the police for me and helped me find a lawyer.
Goodbye, Jiang Xiaoli; I was already in court.
In Brother Xiong's office, I witnessed the greatest evil of my life.
Listening to the audio file, I felt my hands and feet turn cold as I heard her getting intimate with a man:
"Darling, when can we be together openly?" The man's voice was magnetic and full of temptation.
"What's the rush? We've endured all these years; what's another month or two?" Jiang Xiaoli's voice was sultry.
"But every time I think of you sleeping in the same bed as him, it makes me uneasy."
"He's just like a eunuch; why are you jealous of him?"
...
"What about my dad and sister at the company? Has he become suspicious?"
"Don't worry; I have the final say at the company now."
"Over five million has already been transferred. If it doesn't work out, just back off!"
"Back off? I've spent four or five years with him! There’s still over eight million in the account; I want him out cleanly, leaving not a single straw behind!"
These words seemed to burst from Jiang Xiaoli's teeth.
Another part of the recording captured their arrangement to meet, dine, and go to bed together... along with sounds of rolling, gasping, and moaning in bed.
I didn't know when Jiang Xiaoli had taken the seal from my study; she successfully transferred over five million from the company account to a shell company called Yunding. The legal entity of Yunding was that man she was sleeping with, and their registered office was in an apartment owned by Jiang Xiaoli!
The video footage was even more shocking, but I never expected the protagonists to be my mother-in-law and my new financial supervisor.
Combined, they were over a hundred years old and had "cultivated together" multiple times on our living room sofa, in the old lady's bedroom, and even in the bathroom...
Brother Xiong had sent over devices implanted with technology: pinhole cameras that were far more advanced than those found on air conditioning units in Shijiazhuang. Not only were the sound and images crystal clear, but they could also be controlled remotely.
In response to my lawyer's accusations about how they had "poisoned" me, Jiang Xiaoli denied it: "The ginseng was something I had someone buy from Northeast China; it must have been tampered with by the seller!"
My lawyer presented footage of them conspiring in my dining room:
"Mom, shouldn't we increase the dosage a bit more?"
"Sleeping pills are not easy to handle!"
"Should we let that guy with the surname Jia think of another way?"
"You child, once I get the certificate with him, you'll have to call him Dad!"
"No way! There are no daughters whose mothers marry their own fathers-in-law... If you two want to have your little secret, I can turn a blind eye, but he shouldn't expect any title! Mom, when you went on that trip to Macau, why did you hide it from Dad and go with that Jia guy? What makes him better than Dad? He lost money gambling, and why should you rush to help him pay it back, ruining my chances with Huairen all these years!"
Jiang Xiaoli's words were harsh and cold.
"Don't mention your father; he and I were a mistake from the start!" The Ms.Wang's voice grew resolute. "Now that your father is gone, why can't I pursue my own happiness?"
...
These two women only brought me harm; the Ms.Wang even harmed her own husband, Jiang Xiaoli's father! That Old Jia was once the leader at Jiang's Mother ’s workplace and her white moonlight. They had an ambiguous relationship back in the day. During one National Day holiday, that little bureaucrat took Jiang's Mother to Macau for a trip, and somehow they ended up in a casino.
The man lost all his cash and maxed out his credit cards, racking up over five million in high-interest loans from underground lenders.
When they returned, they scrambled to fill that huge hole.
Jiang Xiaoli's father treasured a Ming Dynasty painting by Tang Yin titled "Mountain Path Pine Sound Painting." It was a late Ming imitation but still a valuable piece with inscriptions from renowned appraisers over the years.
Jiang Xiaoli's mother secretly sold that painting to pay off the debts for her white moonlight.
You can't hide fire with paper; eventually, the truth came out along with the extramarital affair, causing Jiang's Father to suffer a stroke out of anger and nearly "pass away."
Meanwhile, Old Jia's son, Jia Huairen, had been pursuing Jiang Xiaoli, his father's mistress's daughter. To help Old Jia settle his debts, they even set their sights on me: Jiang's Mother encouraged her daughter to hook me in, all while eyeing the entrepreneurial fund I had for college students.
Jiang Xiaoli never truly loved me! She never thought about spending her life with me or having my children! So they made me drink Ginseng Soup mixed with "ingredients."
Later on, as my company flourished, those two conspired with their white moonlight to launch a series of plundering plans: first looking for reasons to divorce me and claim my assets; then when Jiang Xiaoli took control of the company, she discovered there were nearly twenty million in the accounts!
As the saying goes, greed knows no bounds; to monopolize that money, they even plotted to increase my medication dosage to drive me insane and create a suicide illusion to "get rid of me"!
She dismissed my confidante Sister Liu and quietly took my seal to transfer funds. Next, she would do everything possible to drug me and quietly lead me to my demise.
I broke into a cold sweat.
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