The prison guards brought Jiang Yong'an out first.

Before she even saw Jiang Yong'an, she heard him calling from inside the door, "Ranran, is it you who came to see your brother? Your brother missed you so much..."

As soon as the door opened and Jiang Yong'an saw Yang Qiaoqiao standing outside, his expression instantly turned fierce.

He brandished his handcuffed hands, about to smash them at Yang Qiaoqiao, yelling, "You bitch, you've ruined me like this, and you still dare to come here..."

Before he could finish speaking, a prison guard pinned him to the table. "Behave yourself!"

Jiang Yong'an was unable to move, but his fierce, hateful eyes were fixed on Yang Qiaoqiao.

Only after the prison guards subdued Jiang Yong'an did Yang Qiaoqiao sit down opposite him.

Jiang Yong'an clenched his fists, his fierce eyes like sharp swords, as if he wanted to pierce through Yang Qiaoqiao.

"Speak up, what are you doing here? Don't think that just because you pretended to come see me twice, I'll forgive you!"

Yang Qiaoqiao curled her lips slightly, "I'm here to see you make a fool of yourself. And by the way, just a heads up, Jiang Jiahua is going to be executed in three days."

Jiang Yong'an was taken aback, then his face turned sinister and pleased. "Good, execute him! That biased old bastard, he got me into jail, he should have died long ago!"

He had been locked up in jail for a while and suffered terribly, so he really hated Jiang Jiahua.

If Jiang Jiahua hadn't asked him to help kill Yang Minghui, how could he have ended up in this predicament?

He now truly regrets believing Jiang Jiahua's lies, thinking that as long as they killed Yang Minghui, Yang Qiaoqiao would listen to them, and they could obtain Yang Qiaoqiao and Huo Beixiao's assets.

He thought that as long as he had Yang Qiaoqiao and Huo Beixiao's assets, he could give Ranran a good life.

Unexpectedly, that bitch Yang Qiaoqiao not only didn't give them the property to beg for forgiveness as they expected, but also called the police and sent them to jail!

Yang Qiaoqiao was not surprised at all that Jiang Yong'an would say such a thing.

In her previous life, she had already witnessed how selfish everyone in the Jiang family, except for Jiang Yongchang, was.

Yang Qiaoqiao slightly curled the corners of her lips, "I think I just heard you calling Ranran. Do you want to know why Jiang Yiran hasn't come to see you for so long?"

Jiang Yong'an immediately composed himself, glaring at Yang Qiaoqiao with tension and anger, "What did you do to Ranran?"

Yang Qiaoqiao smiled. "Jiang Yiran is Jiang Guozhi's biological daughter. She was taken back by her biological parents and has already gone to Beicheng to enjoy a life of luxury. What? Didn't anyone tell you this?"

Jiang Yong'an was taken aback again, seemingly somewhat disappointed.

But soon, he breathed a sigh of relief, and even looked at Yang Qiaoqiao with a bit of pride, "I knew it, Ranran is so outstanding, she must not be from an ordinary family."

Yang Qiaoqiao, you must be disappointed, right? You schemed and plotted to steal Ranran's marriage, but what good is marrying Huo Beixiao? You're still not as good as Ranran."

Yang Qiaoqiao: ...

Jiang Yong'an's romantic obsession was indeed beyond her imagination.

She never expected that this would actually be considered good news for Jiang Yong'an.

Jiang Yong'an's visiting time was quickly over, and she didn't say anything more to him, waiting for Jiang Jiahua to come out.

The moment Jiang Jiahua saw her, his eyes shone with excitement and hope.

"Qiaoqiao! Qiaoqiao, you've finally come to see your dad. You've forgiven your dad, haven't you?"

As Jiang Jiahua spoke, he lunged forward to grab Yang Qiaoqiao's hand.

The prison guard pulled him back to his seat and said, "Sit still."

Yang Qiaoqiao also avoided it with disgust.

How could she possibly forgive him?

He wished he could go to hell sooner so he could atone to her father!

After Jiang Jiahua sat down, he disregarded the presence of the prison guards and looked at Yang Qiaoqiao with tears streaming down his face. "Qiaoqiao, I made a mistake back then. I'm sorry."

But Dad only went astray because he wanted you to come back to your mother and me so badly!

"Please forgive your father, please forgive your father, okay? If you forgive your father, and you and Beixiao have money, and your eldest and second eldest brothers help out, your father won't have to die!"

Yang Qiaoqiao quietly watched Jiang Jiahua's desperate attempt to survive.

The most terrifying aspect of death is not death itself, but the process of waiting for it.

As the day of his execution drew near, the mental torture Jiang Jiahua suffered in prison was driving him to the brink of madness.

When he finished speaking and looked at Yang Qiaoqiao with a hopeful and pleading expression, Yang Qiaoqiao slightly curled the corners of her lips.

He said, "I just went to see Jiang Yong'an."

After she said that, Jiang Jiahua looked at her with some confusion.

She continued, "Even your own son, whom you raised, said that you, the old man, deserve to be shot. Why do you think I should save you?"

"I'm here to tell you that Jiang Yongxian and Jiang Yiran have both gone to Beicheng. They're not coming back. After you die, there won't even be anyone to collect your body! You can repent properly after you go to hell!"

Upon hearing these words, Jiang Jiahua felt a chill run through his body. His last bit of hope collapsed completely, and he felt as if his soul had been ripped out.

He took all the blame upon himself, just so that Jiang Yong'an could get a shorter sentence and have a chance to start a family and build a career after he got out.

But his youngest son actually hoped for his death, hoped that he would be executed?

In order not to jeopardize his eldest son's career, he decisively agreed to divorce Peng Cuiying and published a notice in the newspaper severing ties with his eldest son.

He thought the divorce and severing of ties were just a matter of necessity.

That was his wife, that was his son. They were a family connected by blood. He always believed that after his eldest son returned to Beicheng, he would find a way to pull strings and save him.

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