And what exactly are you?
The mocking tone and contemptuous look sent Jiang Dongcheng into a fit of rage. He struggled to sit up in his hospital bed, pointing a finger at Jiang Xia, ready to erupt in a tirade of curses.
Xiao Yan, who was sitting beside Jiang Dongcheng's bed, hadn't turned around. Only now did she reach out with her pale fingers and press down on his wrist.
"There you go getting angry again. This is exactly what he wants, for you to be consumed by rage."
Xiao Yan's calm words brought Jiang Dongcheng's burning reason back from the brink. He suppressed his anger and leaned back against the headboard.
"You're right."
Jiang Dongcheng looked at Jiang Xia in the doorway as if he had seen through his scheme. "Unless you kill me," he said smugly, "you won't get what you want."
"Heh... Kill you? What a nice thought. Your worthless life isn't worth a damn thing."
