Chapter 1002: Challenging The Bottomline Of Morality
However, the prison guard also explained that it was not easy to murder prisoners in prison and that she could only cripple Nuannuan at most. Therefore, Jiang Shuwan immediately followed up by saying that if she could not kill Nuannuan, crippling her was fine too. She even asked Prison Guard Wang how she could cripple Nuannuan.
Prison Guard Wang told her that there was a kind of short stump in the detention center that was used to punish criminals. They would handcuff the prisoner somewhere low enough that the prisoner would not be able to sit. The prisoner could only bend over or squat. After a long time, the prisoner would either have their waist broken or destroyed their knees.
Hearing that, Jiang Shuwan told Prison Guard Wang to repeat it a few times so that she could cripple Nuannuan. Best if Nuannuan’s face got destroyed.
Prison Guard Wang did not only testified in the video herself, but also included the evidence—a recording of her conversation with Jiang Shuwan.
At this moment, everyone finally had a good grasp on how evil Jiang Shuwan was.
The way they looked at Zhong Qianqian and Jiang Shuwan was even more disgusting than looking at a pile of sh*t.
Even though the Nangong family had already seen the video and the evidence, they could barely hold their raging anger in, especially for this group of men who were so protective of their younger sister.
Even though the men were already in possession of strong auras, the cold madness in their auras was pouring out like a waterfall. The piercing coldness in their eyes told everyone that they would give anything in the world to flay Zhong Qianqian and Jiang Shuwan.
Even Old Master Nangong, who was wise and familiar with the ways of the world, managed to remain calm only because Nuannuan treated him with acupuncture before he left the house today, in addition to ample mental preparation. Otherwise, after seeing these things, he would definitely have another bout of heart attack from his anger.
Jiang Shuwan knew it was impossible for Qianqian to become the heiress of a first-tier wealthy family now.
Since it was impossible, there was no need for her to stay here and embarrass herself further.
Thinking of Nangong Yu’s prescription, Jiang Shuwan was not as scared as she looked.
After all, they still had a way out.
Even if they could not become a wealthy family, they would not have to worry about food and clothing for the rest of their lives. They could enjoy life forever.
Jiang Shuwan stood up from the ground and pulled her face down. She no longer bothered to worry about those people from the Nangong family, reporters, and guests.
At most, she and Qianqian would just avoid all of them for the rest of their lives.
“What’s the big deal? No matter how luxurious your life is, can you eat gold for every meal? With so much money left, we still have to spend them to buy coffins eventually anyway! If Gu Mingzhe didn’t push Qianqian to the edge of the storm, we wouldn’t want any part of this anyway! Bah!”
Jiang Shuwan patted Zhong Qianqian’s dress as she argued, and tried to pull Qianqian up.
Zhong Qianqian’s wedding dress was too long. She stood up and fell down again, twice.
Jiang Shuwan was in a hurry to take Zhong Qianqian away. Therefore, she took out a cutter from her bag and cut Zhong Qianqian’s dress short.
Jiang Shuwan tore a 30-million wedding dress just like that.
Zhong Qianqian was freed from her dress prison.
Zhong Qianqian had long wanted to leave this place as soon as possible—not a minute here longer. Jiang Shuwan helped her up and they started to leave.
When the members of the Huang Family caught sight of this, they were angered to death.
After all, to make the wedding of the century happen, they spent 100 million on just two wedding gowns and another three gowns. In addition to the food catering, wedding venue, and security, as well as the private jet that would bring guests to a vacation island for a night’s stay, they spent a total of 400 million.
They spent so much money for someone who turned out to be an impostor?