At this moment, staring at the beautiful and captivating Chen Qingtian, the only thought in Xia Wan'an's mind was four words: femme fatale.
Yes, femme fatale, the most venomous femme fatale in the world.
She is Q. Every tragedy of the Han Family was orchestrated by her— the death of Han Jingnian's father, Han Jingwen's death, Han Jingwen's death... as well as the miserable childhood of Han Jingnian, the constant dangers he faced, his life... and her infertility.
"But no matter how clever you are, this is as far as you go..." Chen Qingtian spoke as she unbuckled her seat belt. "Get out of the car, President Xia."
Xia Wan'an weakly exited the car, then followed Chen Qingtian to the roadside.
On the side of the road was a cliff scarier than the one Han Zhijin fell from. "Look, isn't this spot I've chosen for you nice? A treasured land for Feng Shui. You, just rest in peace here!"
