Arrogant Man VS Unyielding Woman

Shirley was in the sickbed, and after hearing what Jean had just said, she was more shocked than sick as she gazed at the woman standing in front of her with a complicated expression.

"Don't look at me like that. I never wanted to come here and see you in reality. If I had my way, I wouldn't be here at all." Jean felt somewhat embarrassed by her gaze. "But after your mother begged me so piteously, I agreed to come here and see you for her sake." "My mother asked you for help?" Shirley was dumbstruck at the fact.

"Yeah." Jean nodded. "She asked so many people for help and no one agreed. Finally, she had no option but to come to us. It is due to her wishes that I asked Zed to come forward and persuade lan to change your death sentence into life imprisonment. So, Shirley, from now onwards, your life is not only your own. You owe it to your mother too. In fact, you've owed it to her since the day you were born. I suggest you should not try to commit suicide again."

"But don't you hate my mother more than anything in the world? How is it possible that you promised to save my life to the woman in the world you despise the most?" Shirley looked at Jean suspiciously and asked.

"Of course I hate her more than anything!" Jean frankly admitted.

Zed, who was standing by her side, instantly frowned. He was afraid that Jean would tell Shirley the truth after which Shirley might get mad and might even end up hurting Jean.

"But after all, she is a mother and she was willing to beg me to save her daughter against all odds. To be honest, I was really shocked and moved at that time," Jean explained calmly.

"But I still can't believe that you helped me just because you were so moved by my mother's gestures. I mean, was it not you who had sent me to prison? Shouldn't you wish for me to die more than anyone else?" Shirley shook her head and looked at Jean in disbelief. "Honestly, I don't care whether you are alive or not. For me, the right way to avenge Winner's death is to get you punished by law. Besides, even though neither of us wants to admit it, you are still my sister. And I am not that angry or ruthless to see you die and not make an effort to save your life."

Jean's expressions were unchanged even while she was stating something so sentimental.

"Sister? But I have never treated you as my sister. So I think, in all possible ways, I have failed your affection." Shirley laughed ironically as if she had heard a big joke.

"I don't care. The fact that you can understand your mother's love for you is enough for me," Jean indifferently replied.

Shirley was stunned. A complex expression flashed across her face. Finally, she sighed helplessly. "I'm really sorry for my mother. I never wanted her to be so worried. This was never supposed to happen. She wanted to cultivate me into a virtuous lady, but I not only failed her expectations, but also killed Winner, her beloved son..."

Speaking of this, Shirley's face was full of regret and self-reproach and her eyes turned a little red. "If only life could start all over again, how wonderful that would be!"

"Stop daydreaming! Just enjoy your life in prison!" Jean punctured the bubble of her daydreams mercilessly with a savage tone. "You know what, Shirley? To be very honest, I have always envied you so much, even to this date."

"What? You envy me?" Shirley could not help but laugh at Jean's words. "I can understand you being jealous of me for everything I had in life until this point. But now, Jean? Do you think I'm a complete fool? Either that, or you're over the top crazy! How can you envy a woman who is going to be imprisoned?" She stared at Jean in disbelief.

"No you dumb-o, not for this! I envy you for the fact that even after you killed Winner, your mother still loves you and cares about you just like she always does. And over that, she even begged everyone she could get in touch with to save you at any cost. I envy you for that. Even after you made such horrible mistakes, your mother just let bygones be bygones and still regards you as her beloved daughter without any complaints. You already have a mother like that. What else do you want?"

Jean explained her feelings. It was an intriguing idea.

'In order to save you, your mother even agreed to trade her life for yours and confessed to me that she killed my mother a long time ago.

She can give up money, freedom, and her whole life for you. Well, aren't you the happiest person ever?' Jean added this in her mind.

This time, Shirley was stunned again. After a long silence, she let out a deep sigh. "You are right. I have a mother who loves me very much. I'm really content as I should be with that knowledge."

Hearing Shirley say that, Jean smiled and shook her head gently. There were a lot of feelings in her heart right now.

Seeing Jean trying so hard to persuade Shirley and even becoming a little sad, Zed could not help but come forward and hold her to his chest. "Jean, don't envy her. You still have me. And you are going to be a mother soon. You should be happy. Please don't be sad." When Shirley heard Zed's words, she looked at Jean in surprise. A complex expression flashed across her face.

"You two are going to be mom and dad? Congratulations." She seemed to have meant the wishes sincerely.

"Thank you." Zed smiled at her.

"Jean, what has happened cannot be changed. I will take care and not hurt myself from now on, at least for the sake of those who love me. Please go back and reassure my mother that she doesn't have to worry anymore," Shirley requested Jean. There was sincerity in her voice that couldn't be faked.

Jean nodded when she heard her words. "Okay, I will convey your words to her. Wishing you speedy recovery and take care. Don't think too much. That's not good for you."

"Um." Shirley nodded to Jean. Her face slowly calmed down and finally a faint smile came out.

Shirley's face was still pale, but in Jean's memory, she had never been so gentle, quiet and beautiful as she was right now. It was relieving to see the changes she was going through, almost as if she was on the path to recovery. She took a deep look at Shirley for the last time before she followed Zed outside.

Outside the door, lan was waiting for them, uneasily standing by the door frame. Seeing Zed and Jean come out, he hurried over. "How is the convict's mood now?"

"She's not going to commit suicide anymore. She can start serving her sentence when she's recovered," Zed informed him.

"Good! That's good! I was afraid I was going to screw up your instructions to take care of her and not let her die. There was no way I could have explained that to you." lan breathed a sigh of relief and a bitter smile appeared on his face. But Jean glanced at Zed with a suspicious look when she heard his words.

'Hang on! Did I get this right? lan is afraid that Shirley might die because he would have screwed up Zed's request? Doesn't he care about explaining to his superiors more? Is he that scared of Zed?' she was thinking.

"Now that everything's all right, we'll go back." Zed felt Jean's gaze, but he did not say or do anything, neither did his expressions change.

"Let me accompany you to the gate, Mr. Qi," lan said quickly.

They walked silently all the way to the gate. Until the moment Zed and Jean got into the car and the car started driving away, lan kept standing outside and waving them goodbye.

Jean retraced her look and again started staring at Zed drive. After frowning and thinking for a long time, Jean asked, "Zed, you seem to be quite familiar with lan?"

Hearing this, Zed returned her look and sighed. "If you want to ask me anything, just ask me directly."

"I don't think your relationship with lan is that of an ordinary citizen with the police chief. In fact, it's not even that of friends. Instead, lan seems to be a little awed of you. So what have you done to make him so afraid of you like this?" Jean tried to be delicate with her words before she fired the question.

"You're wrong. Ian is not afraid of me." Zed looked at her and smiled helplessly. "I spent three years in the army after I graduated from college. And I made quite a significant number of achievements there. lan respects me and treats me with courtesy just because of those past achievements." Zed spoke obscurely, but Jean was thoughtful about what she had heard.

'So what kind of achievements does Zed have that have made lan treat him with such respect and courtesy?

After all, lan is so much older than Zed!' Jean thought.

Zed saw her thoughtful expression and secretly changed the subject. "Just now, I was really afraid you would tell Shirley that Joy had come to us and traded with us."00