In the study of the Pang Mansion, Pang Jie was sitting in the study checking the account books. A servant came in, bowed and said, "Master, Lianxiang has gone to Aunt Lin again."

"Oh? What did you say specifically? Do you know?" Pang Jie asked casually without raising his head.

"Mrs. Lin sent everyone away, leaving only a maid to look after the Second Young Master. Lianxiang stayed in Mrs. Lin's room for half an hour before leaving. Shortly after Lianxiang left, the maid who was looking after the Second Young Master suddenly fell ill and died. Therefore, no one knows the content of their conversation."

"Sudden illness? He must be trying to silence the witness. Qiao'er's Tyrant Body cultivation is getting higher and higher! Any news from Liujiabao?"

"Master, the eldest young master sneaked out to play a few days ago and found an unidentified body near Liujiabao."

"An unidentified body? Did your people examine the body?"

"Master, that spy was very clever. He led Liu Zhong to examine the body. Liu Zhong said the dead man was the killer. For this reason, Liu Zhong spent a lot of time and energy to clean up Liujiabao."

"A killer? It seems that Qiao'er took action, but it seems she failed. As expected, the Liu family is indeed worthy of being a wealthy family with a thousand years of history. It has a deep foundation. The killer died without even getting close. Do you know who killed him?"

"Our people don't know. Liu Zhong doesn't know either. And it seems that the young master doesn't know either. I guess it might be the secret guards left by the madam to secretly protect the young master."

When Pang Jie mentioned his wife, he felt a surge of emotion, and recalled many past events with her. Her beautiful voice, appearance, and smile were still vivid in his mind, as if they had just happened yesterday.

Pang Jie took a deep breath, suppressed his thoughts about the woman, and said in a deep voice

"The people you arranged should also be alert and not harm Shao'er's life."

"I understand, Master. However, the Tyrant Body level of the person I arranged is too low, and I don't think it will be of much use. Do you want to use the masters you have at home?"

"We can't touch the masters at home! They are not trustworthy! Some of them might be Qiao'er's men. Don't make any moves before we investigate thoroughly. Well, Elder Fen of the Huishou Island Hunter Guild is an old friend of mine. Take my letter and ask him for help. Spend some money and ask him to arrange a few masters for you. You must protect Shao'er's safety."

"Yes, sir." The servant stood up to leave, glanced at the master with a look of pain on his face, and his heart softened. He advised

"Master, since you care so much about the young master and you know about Aunt Lin's conspiracy, why don't you take action directly and stop Aunt Lin?"

"You don't understand. Qiao'er's identity is very complicated! She's very capable and has an extreme personality. I can't touch her! I can't even stop her. Alas! I've only made one mistake in my life, which was saving Lin Qiao'er out of kindness. I didn't expect that..." Pang Jie sighed, calmed down, and said to his men, "Alas, the past is over, let's not talk about it. You are the person I trust the most. You only need to know about this matter, and you must not spread it to anyone else!"

"Yes! I understand!"

After the servant left, Pang Jie no longer had the mood to check the accounts. He stood up and opened a box on the bookshelf. He gently took out a well-preserved scroll and opened it gently. Inside was a portrait of a person.

The background is the back garden of Liujiabao. The protagonist is a young girl in her twenties, in the prime of her life. She is swinging on a swing among the flowers with a smile on her face. It seems that all the flowers in the garden are infected by her smile and bloom more charmingly.

Pang Jie gently stroked the girl in the portrait and whispered to himself, "Wan'er, you said you would always believe me, but in the end you didn't believe me and wanted to kill me. If it weren't for Lin Qiao'er saving me, I would have died long ago! Died before you."

"Actually, now that I think about it, it would have been nice to die then. I wouldn't have to endure this pain of missing you. It would have been nice to be able to leave this world with you."

At this point, Pang Jie suddenly said in a hateful tone, "But, I won't accept it! Wan'er, I won't accept it! Why don't you believe me? I won't accept leaving this world with such an injustice. I want to live, I want to prove that you are wrong. I can die at anyone's hands, but I absolutely cannot die at your hands! You can't let me die in the name of betraying our love!"

"Besides, that crazy woman Lin Qiao'er is still alive in this world. If I die, there will be no one who can stop her from hurting Shao'er."

"Wan'er! I will always protect the Liu family's fortune for you! When Shao is two years old and sensible, I will slowly train him and hand over the fortune to him."

"Wan'er, I really miss you!"

Pang Jie was muttering to himself with tears streaming down his face. At this moment, a voice came from outside the door.

"Master, it's late, aren't you going to rest yet? I'm coming in."

Is that Lin Qiaoer's voice? !

Pang Jie immediately put away the portrait, tidied his appearance, sat at the table, and pretended to be checking the account book.

"Qiao'er? Please come in."

Lin Qiaoer pushed the door open and entered the study. She glanced at Pang Jie, scanned the study, paused on the bookshelf, and then said with concern:

"Master, haven't you finished reading the account book yet? It's getting late, you should go to bed early."

"There's so much to do today. There are still a lot of accounts that haven't been sorted out. I can't sleep until I finish them. I'll sleep in the study tonight. You should get some rest early."

"Well, sir, take care to rest and don't leave it too late. Your health is important. You are young now."

"I know, I know. Don't bother me anymore, go down."

Lin Qiaoer shook her head, sighed, and left the study.

Go back to your yard and continue playing with the baby.

"Son! How could your father be so infatuated?! That woman has been dead for so many years, yet he still thinks about her all the time. Today in the study, he cried again in front of that woman's portrait! Alas, he's trying to hide it. I know him so well, how could he have hidden it from me with such a hasty cover-up? He thought he had hidden the portrait on his bookshelf well, but I knew it all along. Son, don't you think Mom is very smart?!"

"Only your father, that fool, doesn't understand how good I am. That woman has been dead for so many years, but he still keeps thinking about her!"

"However, I chose your father because I like his innocence and infatuation."

"Son, don't worry. You won't be a bastard or a concubine's child! I'll never let you go through the suffering I endured again. You will be the sole heir to this family! Your father's property is all yours! No one can take it away! No matter who it is! No one can take it away!" If you want to chat about "{?$article_title?}" with more like-minded people, follow "Youdu Literature" on WeChat to read novels, chat about life, and find confidants.