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"Hate, if it weren't for him, my mother and I wouldn't have been separated, and I wouldn't have become a killer," Ding Yan said indignantly.
"Then just kill him," Jiang Chen replied nonchalantly.
"I once thought about killing him, but in the end, I gave up. I couldn't bring myself to do it," Ding Yan said, a hint of pain in her voice.
"That's the way of cause and effect. Perhaps you should thank him. If he hadn't abandoned his wife and daughter, you wouldn't have met me," Jiang Chen said with a smile.
Ding Yan glanced at Jiang Chen and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
"Family ties can be very valuable at times, yet at other times, they hold no worth. All emotions in this world are the same; you don't need to be too attached," Jiang Chen continued.
Although Ding Yan didn't fully understand the meaning behind Jiang Chen's words, she nodded in agreement.
She shifted her gaze from the middle-aged man to her mother, Yelina. There was an unspoken connection between them; Yelina seemed to sense something. When Ding Yan looked at her, Yelina also raised her head to meet her gaze.
However, after years apart from her daughter, Yelina no longer recognized what she looked like. Seeing Ding Yan's complex expression made Yelina feel strange, and she smiled awkwardly at her.
"What are you looking at?" Zhao Hun asked when he noticed his wife lost in thought.
"That girl has been staring at me. I wonder who she is?" Yelina replied with some confusion. Although she missed her daughter, she didn't want to mistakenly assume that any random girl was her child.
Zhao Hun looked at Ding Yan, his expression momentarily faltering as a glint of cunning flashed in his eyes. He had always been interested in beautiful women. Ever since marrying Yelina, who had become indifferent to him, he sometimes didn't bother to hide his greed and desire for other attractive women in front of her. After decades of indulging in beauty, he had seen all kinds—cold, charming, and sexy—but there was something uniquely captivating about Ding Yan that he had never felt with any other woman.
Ding Yan was a killer with an exceptional figure, resembling a model. Her gaze could be alluring or icy, setting her apart from other women. It was only natural that Zhao Hun found her intriguing.
"I didn't expect such a stunning beauty! But I don't think I've seen her before; I wonder who she's here with. I'll go ask," Zhao Hun said with a smile.
Yelina understood her husband's intentions. She chuckled softly and released his arm, saying, "You can go check it out; I'll wait for you here."
Zhao Hun nodded eagerly, straightening his suit and putting on what he believed to be an attractive smile as he approached Ding Yan with a glass of champagne in hand.
Seeing Zhao Hun walking towards her, Ding Yan's expression subtly darkened.
"Ding Yan, handle your own matters. I'm going over there to grab something to eat. Of course, you can deal with it however you like. Remember, I brought you along because you're a killer; there's no need to show mercy to those seeking death—kill them if necessary," Jiang Chen said with a smile before heading to a nearby table for food.
This was Ding Yan's personal matter; Jiang Chen hoped she could resolve it herself.
Upon hearing Jiang Chen's words, Ding Yan felt somewhat at a loss. She hadn't come here today to kill anyone. As a killer, she would never expose herself while carrying out an assassination. Although Zhao Hun's lecherous demeanor annoyed her, she was certain she wouldn't kill him.
But not killing Zhao Hun didn't mean she couldn't teach him a lesson.
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