The queen's wife is too sultry

"Ms. Zhang, I came here from the United States specially to talk to you."

Qiao Jingxian politely called Zhang Yuemei "Ms. Zhang" from the beginning to the end, but Zhang Yuemei felt that her tone was thorny.

"My son, Jiang Jingting, just returned to China a few days ago, so he must have come to see you."

Zhang Yuemei nodded silently.

A trace of coldness flashed across Qiao Jingxian's eyes, "Then you should also know the purpose of my coming."

"Appreciate further details."

"First of all, I am very grateful to Ye Zhen for saving our Jing Ting family ten years ago. Her kindness to the Jiang family is beyond doubt."

"I know that the material compensation in the past few years was not enough to express the Jiang family's gratitude. The Jiang family is willing to use other methods to repay their kindness, but──"

Qiao Jingxian said word by word: "It's definitely not Jing Ting's marriage."

Zhang Yuemei frowned, "Mrs. Jiang, did you make a mistake? These two children are in free love, and it has nothing to do with Zhen Zhen saving President Jiang."

"It doesn't matter?" Qiao Jingxian snorted coldly, "If it wasn't for that child who saved Jing Ting, given the disparity in family background, it would be impossible for them to even meet, let alone fall in love!"

She pressed her step by step: "Taking a step back, even if the two are indeed in love, do you think Ye Zhen's child can enter the Jiang family's family?"

"Family background" and "birth", these words fell into Zhang Yuemei's ears, making her chest heave with anger.

She lowered her face, "Mrs. Jiang looks extraordinary, but I didn't expect her to be prejudiced."

"It's not prejudice, it's reality."

Qiao Jingxian said with a blank expression: "I don't underestimate her background. A rich family has its own reasons, and ordinary people have the happiness of ordinary people."

"But marriage always pays attention to the right marriage. What Jingting needs is a woman who can help both the family and RC, not an artist who can only act and can't help him when he needs it."

She said, the rose-shaped platinum diamond earrings on the earlobe were star-studded, reflecting a moving but cold light, just like herself.

Zhang Yuemei's hand hanging by her side gradually tightened, and there was no smile on her wrinkled face.

Qiao Jingxian did not despise Ye Zhen's background, but which word did not reveal her contempt for Ye Zhen's background?

"An entertainer who can only act but can't help him when he needs it", this is her definition of Ye Zhen, and her disdain is too obvious.

"Mrs. Jiang, you and I have different views on the children's feelings, but in the final analysis, we are not the parties involved."

"If you really think so, you should talk to Boss Jiang. Why bother talking so much in front of an old woman like me, whose body is half buried in the ground."

Zhang Yuemei turned her face away, her expression was cold, and she didn't want to talk more.

Qiao Jingxian frowned, as if she didn't expect this old man to be so tough.

"Ms. Zhang, do you think I don't want to talk to Jing Ting?"

Her voice revealed forbearable anger: "A few days ago, because of Ye Zhen, he specially flew to the United States to have a big fight with me, and then returned home without saying a word."

Zhang Yuemei looked back in surprise, although Jiang Jingting looked calm and indifferent when talking to her, but she didn't know that the mother and son had quarreled before.

When it came to the quarrel with her son, Qiao Jingxian's beautiful eyes became sad and fragile uncontrollably, like a mother who was frustrated but helpless.

"He has received the best education and training since he was a child, and he is not a rebellious child."

"Only in this matter, he has repeatedly disobeyed and contradicted me."

Even though she was quite old, Zhang Yuemei still wanted to roll her eyes when she heard this.

"Mrs. Jiang, your Jiang family has a big family and a big business. Do you still need to sacrifice your son's marriage to consolidate interests?"

Facing Zhang Yuemei's sharp question, Qiao Jingxian froze for a moment.

Then, she suddenly sneered, her cold and noble eyes fell on the old man, and said slowly: "Your words are biased."

"Aside from interests, even if Jing Ting's wife is an ordinary person, she must have a clean and innocent past. At least, it should not bring negative public opinion to him, don't you think?"

Zhang Yuemei narrowed her eyes, feeling a vague premonition in her heart.

"Mrs. Jiang, what do you mean by that?"

The corners of Qiao Jingxian's mouth curled up in a haughty arc. She took off the sheepskin gloves, and on her slender and fair fingers were a few dazzling and luxurious rings. Zhang Yuemei's eyes were stung by the flash of pearls.

She unhurriedly took out a stack of materials from her bag, handed it to Zhang Yuemei, raised her eyebrows and said:
"What do I mean, you can see for yourself."

Zhang Yuemei took the documents with a cold face, only looked down, and froze all over.

There is a very eye-catching line of characters printed on the information: Exposure#A actress surnamed Ye is suspected of being a third party and meddling in other people's marriages.

Looking down, there is a long passage about this headline. At a glance, there are words such as "cheating", "little three", "rich businessman", "existing partner", "best friend" and so on.

"Ms. Zhang, take a good look at who is in the picture."

Qiao Jingxian's cold and gorgeous voice echoed in Zhang Yuemei's ears, and Zhang Yuemei felt as if she was in an ice cellar for a moment.

Her face was pale, and her old hands trembled. Turning to the next page, a long-lost face appeared in front of her eyes.

It's Ye Qi.

Different from her beautiful and well-behaved appearance in the past, in the photo she is extremely embarrassed, surrounded by a group of paparazzi, her face is pale and fragile, and her expression is helpless and terrified.

Turning to the next picture, it shows her walking side by side with a man. The two of them didn't realize that someone was secretly taking pictures. Under the camera, Ye Qi smiled defenselessly, and the man beside her was tall and handsome. Looking at her with a full face of doting.

Those who didn't know thought this was a pair of couples in love, if it wasn't for the title "Famous female artist Ye Qi joined her best friend Tang Meng's marriage and had fun with her husband" on it.

With just one glance, Zhang Yuemei recognized that man, a man she hated and hated, and the instigator of all Ye Qi's tragedies, Ning Hongjing.

Qiao Jingxian had a panoramic view of all the old man's reactions, and was very satisfied with it, she sneered in her heart: It seems that what the girl surnamed Ning said is true, and Ye Zhen's background is not that simple.

"Ms. Zhang, I didn't want to show you these things at first. After all, you are too old to see such things."

"But." She changed the subject, her beautiful eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and she looked straight at Zhang Yuemei: "I was more reserved before, and you don't seem to understand what I mean."

Her tone was cruel and cold: "These... are the reasons why I object to two people being together."

"If an illegitimate daughter whose mother interferes in other people's marriages does marry in, the negative impact on the Jiang family will be immeasurable."

"Forgive my abruptness and rudeness, but regarding Jing Ting's marriage, I will never let him mess around."

She continued to talk, but Zhang Yuemei's ears only had "buzzing" tinnitus, and she couldn't hear a word. She stared at the shocking photos and words on the materials.

The time and appearance about Ye Qi before he was alive flashed through her mind like a flying horse. She couldn't bear it, and closed her eyes in pain, only feeling the qi and blood in her chest, and her temples throbbing.

"So I hope—" Qiao Jingxian was in the middle of speaking, she noticed the old man's painful expression, she was startled, and immediately stood up to help her: "Ms. Zhang, you are fine——"

Before she could finish asking, Zhang Yuemei closed her eyes tightly and fell straight on the hospital bed.