In the past, she'd use self-harm and suicide attempts, teetering on the edge of death, to turn a desperate situation around.
Even Granny was wrapped around her finger. But when she used death to threaten her cousin, he was not only unmoved—he pushed her into a corner.
Qin Mei reminded her, "He sharpened this cleaver this morning. It's very sharp. Just swing it with the force you'd use to chop ribs, and I guarantee today will be the anniversary of your death next year."
Jie Anqi trembled, not daring to take the cleaver. If she took it, she'd be in a position she couldn't back out of. With no other options, she looked up at Jie Jingchen, tears streaming down her face, and accused, "Fourth Brother, are you really going to force me to my death?"
A frosty expression settled on Jie Jingchen's face, and a terrifying aura radiated from him. He didn't speak or retract the cleaver, which only made it more impossible to guess his next move.
