Jiang Yiran flinched in fright.

When Zhang Wei saw her expression, a flash of disdain crossed his eyes once again.

But he still reached out and hugged her, kissing her on the cheek and saying, "Ranran, don't ask so many questions. Just know that everything I'm doing now is for our future happiness."

I won't be back for the next three days. Make sure you take good care of those two little bastards. They're our cash cow now.

"Don't kill them. If Huo Beixiao and Yang Qiaoqiao find out, not only will we lose our money, but if they go crazy and want to fight us to the death, our good days will be over. Don't you think so?"

Jiang Yiran understood what Zhang Wei was saying.

But she also felt hatred. When she saw these two little bastards who were raised to be fair and tender, she thought of her two sons who died before they were even born in her two lifetimes.

She has experienced the pain of losing children twice in her life.

Why is Yang Qiaoqiao able to have a happy and fulfilling life?

She was determined to make Yang Qiaoqiao experience the pain of losing a child!

Zhang Wei frowned slightly, somewhat annoyed by Jiang Yiran's disobedient behavior.

But thinking that she was still useful, he held back and patiently persuaded her: "Ranran, be good, I promise, as soon as we get the money, you can do whatever you want with these two little bastards. Even if you kill them, Brother Zhang will applaud you."

Jiang Yiran nodded, "Okay, Brother Zhang, I'll listen to you. I'll endure it for a few more days."

"good--"

Zhang Wei touched Jiang Yiran's face all over as if she were a toy before walking away.

Jiang Yiran watched Zhang Wei's departing figure, so angry she felt like she was going to grind her teeth to powder.

She turned and went into the room, looking at Lele, who was lying on the bed with a pair of big, dark eyes staring at her.

Enraged, she reached out and pinched Lele's tender little neck.

Just as her hand was about to touch Lele's neck, An'an, who had been quiet all along, suddenly burst into tears.

"Wow—wow—"

Jiang Yiran was startled.

His anger flared even higher, and he raised his hand and slapped An'an across the face. "You little bitch born of a bitch, what are you crying for?"

After her slap, An'an's fair face instantly swelled up, with five distinct finger marks.

"Wow—wow—"

When An'an started crying, Lele next to her also burst into tears.

Jiang Yiran felt a surge of irritation and reached out to grab the two children by the necks with both hands.