The Villain's Wife

"Preposterous!" Isaac slammed his hands on the table. "Are you threatening me?"

"That was a warning. Not a threat." She shrugged and nonchalantly leaned against the chair. "But… please go ahead and release it."

"You— " Isaac was speechless. He wondered if this was Lily's reverse psychology tactics to try and make him doubt his plans. "You are someone who helps women with charities. And yet, you would tolerate your husband's actions?" he asked.

"What actions? Oh… you mean not treating you as someone important?" She stifled a burst of laughter. "I am encouraging him to do that."

Isaac reddened. It seemed that there is no convincing Lily about this matter anymore. The woman was truly hateful and arrogant. She would rather sacrifice her husband's name than to lower her pride and embarrass herself.

He stared at Lily smiling face as he felt anger boil inside him. Everything about Lily is just too irritating. Isaac realized that seeing Lily every day might even cause him to suffer from a heart attack!

"If you dare hurt Demi, I will— "

"Why would I hurt her? If you want… I could even invite her to live in our house." She beamed.

Of course, Isaac was immediately confused. What kind of woman would invite a possible threat in her marriage into her own house? Was this woman crazy?

"If Demi decides to go to Hong Kong, have her stay in our simple abode. Don't worry… I would not hurt a woman like her."

"Listen…" Lily pursed her lips and did not continue her words when she spotted Zhou Jingren walking towards them. She eyed the milk tea in his hand and beamed. "What brought you here?" she asked.

Zhou Jingren approached Lily and kissed her forehead. "Go to our room and wait for me." He said dotingly as he handed the paper bag with her milk teas. "I already ordered some food service for your snacks."

"Oh…" Lily stared at him for a few seconds before she nodded. "Oh then… I have to leave now?"

He nodded in response. "Someone is guarding our hotel room. You will be safe there." He said in a low voice. He then lifted her chin and gave her a light kiss on the lips. "I will see you later."

Lily smiled, her eyes crinkled as she pulled his neck, making him kiss her again. "Alright." She then rose from her seat and send the old man a provoking smile. Without waiting for another second, Lily sauntered out of the room with her milk tea in hand.

"You have been spoiling that woman," Isaac said, displeasure was apparent in his face. "A woman like that could easily ruin you." He watched as Zhou Jingren sat opposite to him. Seeing this, pushed the folder containing the images to his grandson. "I already showed this to Lily."

Zhou Jingren opened the folder and just glance at the articles before looking at the old man intently. Without saying anything, Zhou Jingren opened his phone and tapped a number. Instantaneously, the sound of footsteps invaded the old man's senses. He turned and looked towards the entrance of the restaurant. The hallway of the hotel was carpeted. It would muffle the sound of anyone's footsteps unless there are many people walking together in the same direction. Moreover, he already asked the owner of this hotel to close down the whole restaurant so the footsteps would not make any sense. Unless…

He looked at Zhou Jingren's relaxed appearance. "Is this how you want to play things?" he asked. Just as he expected, a couple of men barged inside. Their faces stern as they occupied every corner of the room. At this point, the old man was confused at Zhou Jingren's actions. "You wanted to kill me?" He asked.

In response, Zhou Jingren leaned on his chair. "You wanted to frame me." He stated. His doting demeanor just a while ago was long gone. "You wanted to hurt my wife."

"That is— "

"I am not done." He shifted his gaze from the photos to the old man. "Do not disturb me when I am talking." His bland voice did not contain any hint of emotion. No anger. No joy. Just… nothing. The old man furrowed his brows. He opened his mouth to protest, but no words came out of his mouth.

"Good." Zhou Jingren nodded. He crossed his legs and close the folder. He then handed it to one of his men. "Burn it."

"Did you think… we only have one copy of those?" the old man said in a huff. His face contorted into a scowl. "I can send it to the media anytime." Seeing Zhou Jingren just stared at him, the old man swallowed his nonexistent saliva. "You can't hurt me. I am your grandfather."

"Says who?" Zhou Jingren scoffed. "No one would ever know if I kill you now."

"You would hurt me for a woman?"

"I could kill you just for breathing in front of me." Zhou Jingren answered without batting an eyelid. "But I won't. That would be too disgusting." He eyed the folder that was burning on top of one plate on a table nearby.

"You— "

"I could have asked my people to kill Adrian." He said. "Include Thomas too." He rested his elbows on the table and leaned closer. "But that would be too easy. Isn't it?"

It was as if a lump suddenly appeared in the old man's throat. He opened his mouth and close it. For the first time in his life, he felt a suffocating emotion in his chest. "He only touched her arm."

"So I disabled his own arm."

"He is working hard to become a surgeon!" Isaac raised his voice. "Are you crazy? You would ruin someone's dream just because he touched your woman!?"

Zhou Jingren scoffed. His lips lifted into a sinister smile. "I was too lenient." He answered, his gaze glued towards the old man's eyes. "I originally wanted to cut his arms off. But Bei Tian convinced me to paralyzed a nerve or two instead."

The old man widened his eyes at him. A glint of horror flashed in his eyes.