Chapter 660: What Evidence Do You Have to Defeat Me

"Still playing dumb? I've already looked into your threats against Steward Xiang Shan. You put lubricant under the slippers you gave Ruoli, and you scattered marbles on the stairs. You were quite careful about it too—afraid that putting too many on the stairs would draw attention, so you deliberately placed some at our bedroom door as well."

When Jiang Muye saw the surveillance footage, he nearly exploded with rage.

Could a vicious woman like this possibly be Leng Ruoli's stepmother?

There was no telling how she'd be bullied.

No—most likely, before Ye Shuhua even married in, Leng Ruoli would already have been killed.

Ye Shuhua merely gave a faint smile. "What evidence do you have? Just making baseless accusations? This is a society ruled by law, not one of your screenplays where you can just imagine whatever you like."

"In that case, I have surveillance footage on my USB drive. You didn't think I lacked the ability to restore it, did you? You thought that by destroying my surveillance records, there'd be nothing I could do about it?" Jiang Muye waved the USB drive.

Ye Shuhua's brow tightened.

Her fingers rubbed back and forth over that paintbrush, as if she were pondering something.

"As long as you tell me whether you set any other traps in my house, I'll allow you the chance to turn yourself in." Jiang Muye raised his chin and looked at her coldly.

Jiang Muye had already prepared himself for a tearing confrontation with Ye Shuhua, and had anticipated that she wouldn't easily confess, so he had started the recorder long ago.

The evidence he held was still limited.

It was impossible to use all of it as courtroom testimony. To truly convict Ye Shuhua, a confession was indispensable.

He wanted her to rot in prison.

As for letting her turn herself in for a reduced sentence—that was mainly to trick her into talking.

A recording was more effective evidence, one that could expose all the guilty things Ye Shuhua had done before.

Just to be safe, Jiang Muye had also arranged for his men to stake out the door.

The moment they detected any sign of trouble, they were to rush in immediately.

And with his own superhuman combat prowess and the System, he had even less reason to fear Ye Shuhua.

However, things went beyond Jiang Muye's expectations.

He had thought he'd have to go back and forth with Ye Shuhua for a long time.

Who would have thought that Ye Shuhua, who had been so calm just moments ago, would now clutch her paintbrush and rush up to Jiang Muye, dropping straight to her knees and sobbing.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault. I shouldn't have done such a thing, shouldn't have schemed to frame Leng Ruoli, and even more shouldn't have poisoned Xiang Shan. Believe me, I'll definitely turn over a new leaf. Please, give me a chance!"

Jiang Muye's face remained cold.

Watching Ye Shuhua cry, Jiang Muye felt not a shred of sympathy.

Those were a crocodile's eyes.

He naturally wasted no time believing her—in fact, he found it disgusting.

Now that he had Ye Shuhua's confession, it would absolutely bury her for good.

"Then you can find your chance in prison and plead with the judge. Sorry, but I'm definitely reporting this to the police."

Just as Jiang Muye instinctively reached for his phone to call the police, he discovered that the woman kneeling on the ground had suddenly undergone a complete change.

Her eyes turned vicious, and the brush in her hand immediately clicked on, revealing a metal needle, incomparably sharp and glinting with cold light.

"Then go to hell!"

That hideous, terrifying face was right there, inches away.

Jiang Muye's heart lurched. The needle stabbed down viciously—straight toward his eyeball, utterly ruthless.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, Jiang Muye dodged directly, then delivered a side kick that sent her flying.

But this person was a madwoman.

After being struck, she didn't give up at all, charging wildly in a frenzy.

That needle was determined to stab deep into Jiang Muye's body, coming at him with ferocious momentum.

"Die die die die! Only if you die can I live! Blame yourself for knowing too much!" Ye Shuhua had finally clawed her way to everything she deserved—how could she possibly let Jiang Muye destroy it all?

If the truth really came to light, she'd have nothing left!

However, Ye Shuhua had underestimated her opponent's strength.

Jiang Muye punched her square in the body. As Ye Shuhua fell backward, Jiang Muye easily snatched away the needle pen and hurled it aside.

Then he planted his foot on Ye Shuhua's head and looked down at her coldly. "You've got a death wish, daring to lay hands on me. Didn't you stop to think about who you're messing with!"

His men outside heard the commotion and immediately rushed up.

They found that Jiang Muye hadn't been injured at all—the only injured person was Ye Shuhua.

So they'd been working as bodyguards like tools the whole time!

Jiang Muye's strikes were still ruthless.

Not only did he beat Ye Shuhua until she saw stars, but she'd even lost her own weapon, and now had a filthy shoe pressed hard against her.

Watching this, the men couldn't help but feel a lingering fear.

The boss must be a martial artist, right? He was truly formidable at beating people up.

Jiang Muye shot them a look. "Call the police, then I'll have a little chat with her alone."

Seeing there was no use for them here, the bodyguards went to guard the door.

The only ones left in the room were Jiang Muye and Leng Ruoli.

Ye Shuhua's mouth was full of disgusting grime, an indescribable misery.

Especially the sense of humiliation—it was glaringly obvious.

Being trampled underfoot by Jiang Muye.

In a bitter refusal to accept what was happening, Ye Shuhua's fingers rubbed back and forth across the floor. "Even if you really put me in prison, you won't gain any benefit from it. After all, I'm not harming your interests. But if you'd just turn a blind eye, I guarantee you could gain a great deal."

Hearing this, Jiang Muye felt disgusted. He sneered coldly. "What benefit could you possibly give me? You?"

"The entire Leng Group—do you want it? In the future, the one who inherits the Leng Group will be Leng Ruoli, but even as her husband, you'd at most get a small portion of the shares. I can make you the first heir. As long as you and I get rid of Leng Ruoli, you'll have an endless stream of money."

Greed shone in Ye Shuhua's eyes. "I just want a tiny bit of the dividends. Doing this, you're guaranteed to profit with no loss, right?"

As Ye Shuhua tried to bewitch Jiang Muye, he felt as if he'd swallowed a fly—utterly revolting.

"You can even say something like that? I can earn money myself. Do I need the Leng Group? Are you underestimating my ability, or overestimating yours?" Jiang Muye finally understood now.

Ye Shuhua wanted to get rid of Leng Ruoli simply because she wanted the Leng Group.

To think that for the sake of profit, she'd want to kill his Darling.

Jiang Muye was so furious he ground his teeth, and he pressed his foot down harder on Ye Shuhua.

Ye Shuhua howled in pain.

Jiang Muye's foot was heavy, and she was in such pain she couldn't even get up.

No—she had already passed the hardest hurdle.

How could she be defeated by such a small obstacle before her?

She had to rise up!

There had to be a way. As long as she thought about it, there had to be a way.