Arrogant Man VS Unyielding Woman

Chapter 87 I Have Lost My Conscience For Someone

Before she could walk very far, a big, warm hand grabbed Jean's arm and pulled her toward the

Bentley parked nearby.

"Shit! Take your hands off me!"

Zed didn't listen to Jean. Determinedly, he marched toward his car, Jean in tow. While Jean's

expression conveyed panic, Zed's appearance was cold and unmoving. He placed his hands on her

shoulders and twirled her around to face him. Zed's rather dark eyes bored into hers. "Jean, you dare

to yell at me?"

"Why shouldn't I?" She tilted her head to one side and glowered at Zed. "You married me for

commercial reasons. I am alone now. I don't have a family anymore. How could I possibly be of any

use to you? Do you think you're torturing the Wen family by taking me? Ha! They wouldn't even care.

So what's the purpose of all this? I have nothing more to give to you!"

"Do you think that I can't do anything to you without Wen family as leverage?" His grip on her shoulder

tightened and Jean whimpered in pain.

"Then just do whatever you like to me." She gritted her teeth and spoke defiantly. She looked straight

into his eyes as if daring Zed to do more than just drag her to the car. This was the first time that she

had spoken with him so boldly. Her expression reflected the resolve and stubbornness she felt.

'After all, just take my life if you want!'

Zed was a little baffled by Jean's behavior. It was beyond his expectation that Jean would quarrel with

him to this extent. Yes, she had been angry with him before. But this was different. She often looked

weak and feeble and so, Zed didn't expect her to struggle this much.

Now he knew something new about Jean.

Zed had been very distraught when he learned that Jean had been eager to divorce him. Now, she

even quarreled with him in public without thinking about his reputation. "All right. If that's how you feel,

then let's go home and continue our argument."

"Do you take me for a fool? You're just saying that, you don't actually mean it!" He pursed his lips at

Jean's retort. Determined to shift this drama from somewhere public to somewhere private, Zed

scooped her up in his arms and walked the rest of the way to the car. Jean hissed and kicked the whole

way, but Zed wouldn't let go. After he finally managed to open the door, Zed tossed her into the car.

As he strode toward the driver's seat, he saw Jean attempting to escape. Zed quickly slid into his seat

and pressed the button to lock all the doors and windows. With Jean confined inside the car, Zed

started the engine, and quickly sped away.

At this moment, Jean was flustered by Zed's actions. She just couldn't figure out what he wanted. She

was so furious with Zed that she wanted to scream at him again. However, Jean kept quiet as she

began thinking about Zed's intentions. Where was he taking her? More importantly, why and for how

long?

'Did he want to imprison her inside some small dark room in his villa?' The thought sent shivers racing

down Jean's back. She shuddered involuntarily.

"Zed! Where are you taking me? What you are doing is kidnapping. You've forced me into your car

against my will. Even when I tried to leave, you wouldn't let me go. Are you trying to restrict my

freedom?" She clasped her hands and stared at him angrily.

However, Zed didn't respond. Jean felt as though he was pretending to not have heard her.

And so, Jean babbled about criminal laws. She didn't stop until her mouth ached with how dry it had

become.

"Are you quite finished, " Zed asked calmly. He spared her a glance before continuing, "I am a rich and

powerful man with many connections. If you don't stop bothering me with all this chitter-chatter, I will

ask my lawyer to pin a crime of some sort on you. How are you going to deal with that without the

proper resources? Now, if you value your freedom, be quiet! Do you understand?" Zed glared at the

road ahead as he waited for some kind of response from Jean. His countenance was so cold that Jean

was certain that Zed was not human.

Jean wondered why Zed was always like this, expressionless, cold toned, and unmoved by others'

plight. Was there even a shred of humanity left in him?

Jean fell silent as these thoughts rolled around in her mind.

There was absolutely no need to get herself implicated in a lawsuit just because she was worried about

Zed's actions. Perhaps the silent treatment would earn her a different reaction! She had to try

something!

A long while passed and neither Zed nor Jean spoke. As the streets whizzed past, Jean's anxiety grew.

At last, she couldn't help asking Zed, "Where are we going?"

"To visit my parents."

"Now?" Jean asked wide-eyed.

"If not now, then when?" Zed muttered.

Jean was a little startled and suddenly thought of what seemed like a great idea. "That's great!" she

said chirpily, "You are taking me to visit your parents. Then I can just tell them that our marriage is

merely a transaction that we have concluded with each other......"

"You wouldn't dare!" Zed hissed out from between clenched teeth.

"Why shouldn't... ..I?" Seeing Zed's reaction, Jean became uncertain about the feasibility of her

suggestion. She bit her lower lip as she reconsidered her idea.

Zed didn't reply. Instead, he let Jean work it out. With the way he was driving, they would reach in

about 15 minutes or so Jean estimated. As there wasn't much time left, Jean tried composing herself

and pretended to be calm as she spoke, "I will really tell your parents the truth if you don't do as I

instruct. Let's reach an agreement if you want me to conceal our sham marriage from them. Do you

agree?"

"You are not in a position to talk with me about conditions. Don't take it for granted that I don't want to

divorce you. I just want to conceal our bogus marriage from my parents. The only thing you need to

concern yourself with, is behaving like a good daughter-in-law!" Zed spun the steering wheel as a

corner approached. He didn't even try to slow down.

Hearing this, Jean curled her lips as her mood soured further. "I am not your pet. I don't have to follow

your orders. Zed, if you have even the slightest traces of a conscience left, you will set me free.

Please!"

"My conscience...... has been lost for somebody." He said flatly before pressing down on the

accelerator. As the car zipped along faster, Jean felt herself being tossed around.

"Ouch!" Suddenly, Jean hit her head on the seat ahead. A sharp pain spread out from the point of

impact. Tenderly, Jean rubbed her head.

"You!" She gritted her teeth with anger, but could do nothing to him. Jean pursed her lips, tried to

control her emotions before smiling and continuing, "Just return my Residence Booklet if you don't want

me to stir up any trouble."

"You will get that back afterward, " Zed said as he glared at Jean through the rearview mirror. "If you

behave like a good daughter-in-law, then we will discuss the Residence Booklet!" Zed slammed on the

brakes as they had reached the villa. He glowered at Jean one last time before continuing "You will not

dare to bring up the divorce until they leave." Then, Zed swung open the car door and stepped out.

Jean shuddered as the car door slammed shut behind Zed. Despite how her day had gone, she smiled

after hearing that Zed would return the Residence Booklet to her. As she thought of the Booklet, she

remembered the conditions. Jean curled her lips in a frown as she muttered. "How do you expect me to

behave since I am not well-prepared for this visit at all......"

"Aren't you good at acting? You're such a natural actress! I'm sure you'll manage just fine." He sneered

before heading to the entrance.

Jean thought for a while. Zed's comments had become more and more offensive since she found out

that he had stayed with Eva. Although he seemed to haven't offended her on purpose, what he said

hurt her most.

As expected, Zed didn't care about her feelings at all. It wasn't surprising as Jean had nothing to offer

him anymore.

As she marched into the villa, Jean saw Zed's parents. She had never met them before and was

hence, taken aback. Both his parents were sitting on a sofa in the living room. There were also two

cups of tea on the table in front of them. Beside them, there stood an old man who looked like their

butler.

Since their marriage, Zed had not employed any housemaid or housekeeper. Only an hourly worker

was employed to clean their villa at times. Coincidentally, the worker didn't come to clean because of

illness. What should she do now?

Zed's mother's name is Jade Lan. She was born into a rich family. Her upbringing was evident in the Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

elegantly way in which she sat. Jean studied Jade. She was dressed in an unadorned suit. Judging

from her ruddy complexion, facial features, and the absence of wrinkles, Jean thought that she looked

much younger than her actual age.

Unlike Jean who almost always dressed casually, Jade was dressed impeccably. There was no

mistaking that she came from a prestigious family.

Finding that Zed and Jean had returned, she put the teacup down on the table right away, stood, and

studied Jean carefully from head to toe.

"Hello, Auntie......" Jean took a step back, as she felt a little embarrassed. Then, she greeted Zed's

father, "Hello, Uncle. "

"Zed, you've got good taste. This girl looks very pretty and sensible." Zed's mother nodded

satisfactorily with a kind smile.

Jean was a little shocked by what was happening. She had thought the parents of a man like Zed

would be hard to please. And yet, they were so different from her expectations. They didn't even have

servants to cater to their needs!

Besides, it was very common that mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law quarreled with each other even

for trifle matters. And yet, Zed's mother...... behaved totally differently from her expectations.

While Jean was scared about this meeting, Jade seemed more calm. She walked up to Jean slowly

and took her hands. Then she turned and spoke seriously to Zed, "You are not a child anymore. You

shall treat your wife well. Do you understand?"

"Mom, why have you come here?"