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Du Qiaoyun drove angrily, like a madwoman, swerving recklessly on the road. She harbored intense hatred for Ye Jingzhu, wishing she could tear her to pieces. Just then, a figure suddenly darted out in front of her; she couldn't hit the brakes in time and heard the screeching sound of tires. She saw the person in front of her car fall to the ground.
Startled, Du Qiaoyun trembled as she got out of the car. She saw a middle-aged woman lying on the ground, dressed in gaudy clothing with heavy makeup on her face. Frowning in disgust, she asked, "Hey, are you okay?"
The woman on the ground, Su Mengman, slowly opened her eyes. She looked at Du Qiaoyun and felt a sense of familiarity but couldn't recall where she had seen her before.
Once Du Qiaoyun recognized Su Mengman's face, she realized it was Ye Jingzhu's stepmother. "It's you," Du Qiaoyun scoffed. "Ye Jingzhu made me the laughingstock of the entire city, and now you're trying to extort me? Your family really has no shame."
Su Mengman also recognized Du Qiaoyun and immediately dropped her angry facade, replacing it with a smile. "Oh, it's Miss Du."
"Get lost." Du Qiaoyun kicked Su Mengman's arm with her shoe. "Stop playing dead here and get out of my way."
Upon hearing this, Su Mengman immediately clung to Du Qiaoyun's leg, wailing, "I'm not playing dead! If you hadn't suddenly come out, how would I have been hit by you? I don't care; you have to compensate me, or I won't leave."
"Threatening me?" Du Qiaoyun sneered. "Do you believe I would really run you over?"
"Ah." Su Mengman was frightened by Du Qiaoyun's sinister expression. Sitting on the ground with her hands supporting her body, she scooted back. "I didn't mean it that way! I'm not trying to scam you; I just miss my daughter so much."
As she spoke, Su Mengman wiped her eyes and sobbed, "I only have one daughter, and now her life is uncertain. I'm truly heartbroken."
"Daughter?" Du Qiaoyun mocked with a laugh. "Are you talking about Ye Jingzhu?"
"Yes," Su Mengman nodded. "That's her."
Du Qiaoyun snorted coldly. "You're quite the actress; weren't you the one who hated Ye Jingzhu the most?"
"I don't hate her," Su Mengman said pitifully. "She's my daughter; how could I hate her?"
"Hmph." Du Qiaoyun knew Su Mengman was greedy and coldly replied, "Don't you want revenge for your daughter? Here's your chance."
"Ah." Su Mengman was startled by Du Qiaoyun's words and looked at her in confusion. "What do you mean by that?"
Du Qiaoyun slowly bent down with a sinister smile. "If you truly hate Ye Jingzhu and want revenge, why not just kill her?"
"Kill, kill someone?" Su Mengman stared wide-eyed; she had never thought about killing anyone.
Seeing Su Mengman wavering, Du Qiaoyun knew that someone as lowly as Su Mengman could do anything for money. She took a check out of her bag, filled it out for one million, and waved it in front of Su Mengman. "What do you think?"
Su Mengman looked at the number on the check, her eyes shining with greed. She smiled eagerly and said, "Miss Du, let's talk this over."
Standing at the hospital entrance, Su Mengman couldn't stop replaying Du Qiaoyun's words in her mind. In truth, she really hated Ye Jingzhu; she had destroyed all her hopes. But killing someone? She had never considered it. Yet that one million...
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