To marry into the family in place of his brother? Impossible!

"President Song? President Song, what's wrong?" Sister Qian was startled when she saw her pale face.

Song Qingci opened her mouth, as if to say, "It's nothing!"

But before I could even utter the words, my legs went weak.

She slid down to the ground, and if Sister Qian hadn't caught her in time, she would have fallen flat on her face.

"President Song! President Song!" Sister Qian was so frightened that her face turned pale. She quickly helped her to sit down on the sofa. "What's wrong? I'll go call the doctor—"

"Don't go." Song Qingci grabbed Qianjie's hand with frightening strength. "I'm fine, it's just... my legs are weak."

She took a few deep breaths, her heart was still pounding, her mind was blank, and only one thought remained.

He almost died.

The man she married almost died.

Song Qingci closed her eyes, buried her face in her hands, and her shoulders trembled slightly.

Sister Qian stood aside, looking at her boss's appearance, feeling both surprised and suspicious.

She had followed Song Qingci for so many years and had never seen her like this before.

Who was Song Qingci?

A woman who wouldn't even flinch if the sky were to fall.

In the business world, they can manipulate events with ease, annihilating their opponents without batting an eye.

But now, she was so scared that her legs went weak and she sat down on the ground because she almost got into a car accident because of a man.

"President Song, should I go to the hospital to see President Jiang?" Sister Qian asked tentatively.

Song Qingci raised her head, her eyes slightly red, but her gaze had returned to clarity.

"No need." Her voice was a little hoarse, with a slight tremor from surviving a close call. "He's taking care of Qin Lan right now, it's not appropriate for me to go."

Sister Qian nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

Song Qingci leaned back on the sofa, closed her eyes, and remained silent for a long time.

When she opened her eyes again, there was no longer any vulnerability in them.

Only a chilling killing intent remained.

"Sister Qian, please contact a lawyer for me!"

Sister Qian was taken aback: "Lawyer? What lawyer?"

"The best criminal lawyer." Song Qingci's voice was calm, frighteningly calm. "I want to sue Jiang Zhe for premeditated murder."

Sister Qian's pupils contracted slightly.

Premeditated murder and a traffic accident are worlds apart.

"Mr. Song, regarding the evidence..."

"If you don't have evidence, then go find it. No matter what method you use, I'll make sure Jiang Zhe rots in jail!" Song Qingci's eyes were as cold as ice.

"Also, the surveillance footage of the car accident scene, eyewitness testimonies, and Jiang Zhe's dashcam footage of following Qin Lan—none of these can be missing."

Sister Qian took a deep breath: "Understood, I'll take care of it right away."

"Wait," Song Qingci called out to her. "Tell the lawyer that I will not accept a settlement, I will not accept compensation, I will not accept any form of compromise. I want Jiang Zhe to go to jail, for as long as he can."

Sister Qian nodded, turned around and left the office.

Song Qingci was the only one left in the office.

She sat on the sofa, her hands clasped together, her knuckles white.

"Jiang Zhe!" she uttered, her voice filled with a deep-seated hatred. "If you dare touch him, I'll show you what it means to wish you were dead."

……

Inside the detention center, Jiang Zhe sat on a cold iron chair, with his lawyer sitting opposite him.

The lawyer's surname is Zhou, and he is one of the best criminal lawyers in Jiangcheng. Jiang's mother spent a lot of money to hire him.

But at this moment, Attorney Zhou's expression was not good.

"Jiang Zhe, you need to tell me the truth, did you do this on purpose?"

Jiang Zhe's face paled: "I...I didn't mean to, I just...I just acted on impulse."

"A moment of impulse?" Attorney Zhou flipped through the materials in his hand, sighed, "Your car accelerated directly from thirty meters away, without any braking marks or swerving maneuvers."

The prosecution has complete surveillance footage, as well as your statement telling Jiang Jinhuan to die. How do you explain that?

Attorney Zhou looked up, staring directly at Jiang Zhe: "Do you know what this means? It means the prosecution has ample evidence to charge you with premeditated murder."

Jiang Zhe's face turned completely pale.

"I...I didn't mean to kill him, I just wanted to scare him, I just wanted to..."

"What you think is not important. What's important is what the surveillance footage shows," Attorney Zhou interrupted him. "Moreover, it's not just the prosecution that's watching this case now; the Qin family is watching, the Song family is watching, and someone has given us a message."

Jiang Zhe suddenly looked up: "Who?"

According to Attorney Zhou, regarding Song Qingci, "She hired the best legal team and spent a lot of money to find evidence; she is pushing hard for the premeditated murder charge."

Jiang Zhe's hands began to tremble.

Attorney Zhou's tone became even more somber. "The Xingyao Group has hired a top lawyer from Beijing this time, specializing in criminal cases. It's said that he has never lost."

Jiang Zhe's lips were trembling. He wanted to say something, but his throat felt like it was blocked by something, and he couldn't utter a single word.

"Jiang Zhe, let me tell you the truth." Attorney Zhou closed the documents and looked at him. "The best outcome in this case is to plead guilty and try to get a reduced sentence. If you resist, you'll only get a harsher sentence."

Jiang Zhe lowered his head, looked at the handcuffs on his wrists, and suddenly smiled.

As I laughed, tears started streaming down my face.

Then the laughter disappeared, replaced by deep resentment.

"Song Qingci, you dog of a woman, why are you sticking up for that good-for-nothing Jiang Jinhuan?"

"I'm clearly better than him. I've been better than him since I was little. He's just a country bumpkin. Why, why do you care about him so much?"

Attorney Zhou looked at the deranged Jiang Zhe with nothing but contempt in his eyes.

He hadn't expected that even at this point, Jiang Zhe showed no remorse whatsoever.

This is clearly all his fault, but it feels like everyone has wronged him.

Attorney Zhou closed the folder in his hand. "Mr. Jiang, if possible, I can arrange for you to see a psychologist. That's a good option!"

……

Jiang family.

Jiang's mother sat in the living room, her face pale, clutching a document delivered by a lawyer.

Jiang's father stood by the window, his back to her, without saying a word.

"Old Jiang, say something!" Jiang's mother's voice trembled. "Xiao Zhe... will he really be sentenced to prison?"

Jiang's father turned around and looked at his wife, his eyes filled with exhaustion and disappointment.

"Do you know what charges he's facing now? Premeditated murder. Not a traffic accident, not manslaughter, it's premeditated murder."

Jiang's mother burst into tears: "He didn't do it on purpose, he just acted impulsively..."

"Impulsive?" Jiang's father's voice suddenly rose. "He drove his car into his own brother, and that's impulsive? He almost killed someone, and that's impulsive?"

Jiang's mother opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word.

She never expected that Jiang Zhe would be so intolerant of Jiang Jinhuan.

They are brothers.