Jiang Wei'er entered and closed the door.
"What do you want to say?"
Jiang Zhi called her, "Fifth Aunt."
She sat down, "Every time you call me that, my heart flutters."
Something was off, she felt he was off, everything about him was off.
"This time's incident, it was Xu Jiuru who did it."
Xu Jiuru.
He named her directly.
Jiang Wei'er looked at him and said, "Brother Zhi, don't joke around."
Jiang Zhi explained plainly, eerily calm, "My illness isn't congenital, she drugged me."
Jiang Wei'er was completely stunned.
"She gave me the shares, she let me take charge of the company, not because she favored me as her grandson, but because I was different from Lin, I was her knife, sharpened to stab her enemies."
He described it lightly, summarizing in just a few sentences, his tone indifferent, as if he were discussing someone else's affairs.
Jiang Wei'er didn't believe a word of it.
