Were they Jiang Du's prey? What did that even mean? It sounded absurd.
And yet, as absurd as it was, the more Liu Zai Lai thought about it and considered the situation, the more the pieces fell into place. Jiang Du had appeared completely unharmed, and when he put together all the details from beginning to end, even the shrewd Liu Zai Lai couldn't deny the truth.
Liu Zai Lai's pale face twisted once more, his already ugly features contorting with rage.
His eyes were bloodshot. He glared viciously at Jiang Du like a gambler who had lost everything—even his family—and shouted, "Was he telling the truth? Was he?"
Jiang Du's tone was indifferent. "Shouldn't I be the one asking you that?"
"What are you asking me for? After everything I've done for you, what right do you have to question me?"
"What have you done for me? You brought people to surround me and discussed who would take turns raping me first. Then, when you couldn't beat them, they cut off your weapon, and you took your humiliation out on me by trying to kill me. Is that what you mean by everything you've done for me?"
Even when she mocked him, Jiang Du spoke so calmly, so evenly, as if she felt nothing at all.
Compared with Liu Zai Lai's furious, flustered state, that made him look all the more pathetic.
Guan Zi coughed weakly a few times and gave a bitter laugh. "She's got it right, sister-in-law. Every word. Liu Zai Lai, I told you from the start—you were just flattering yourself. You ambushed Old Ding and stabbed Old Jian in the back, thinking you were so clever, thinking you could use that excuse to fool sister-in-law. But she saw straight through you. She'd seen through all