Knowing that Jiang Yiran and Zhang Wei were no longer in mainland China, Yang Qiaoqiao breathed a sigh of relief.

At least until Hong Kong returns to China, Jiang Yiran and Zhang Wei will no longer pose a threat to their safety.

Peng Cuiying, Jiang Yongxian, and the Jiang family in Beicheng also breathed a sigh of relief.

Because of Jiang Yiran's escape, the Sichuan Provincial Public Security Bureau contacted the Beicheng Public Security Bureau, which also sent people to keep watch over Jiang Yongxian, Peng Cuiying, and the Jiang family.

They will be arrested immediately if Jiang Yiran comes back to them.

After seeing off the police officers who had been lying in wait, Jiang Yongxian gritted his teeth in resentment. "A bunch of useless idiots who only know how to drag things down!"

He simply couldn't understand how someone as intelligent as himself could have so many foolish family members.

If it weren't for them holding him back, would he still be a lowly street office director unable to get promoted?

As for whether we still need to act according to the whims of the He family father and daughter?

When Peng Cuiying saw the police leave, she breathed a sigh of relief but was still a little nervous. She subconsciously asked, "Did you arrest my Ranran?"

The police officer gave her a stern look. "Don't ask about things you shouldn't be asking about, or you'll be treated as an accomplice!"

Peng Cuiying immediately fell silent.

Even after the police left, she still felt uneasy.

After all, she was the daughter he had raised with all his heart and soul since she was a child.

After thinking about it, she still went to Jiang Yongxian's workplace.

When Jiang Yongxian saw Peng Cuiying, he greeted her with a beaming smile and delight in front of outsiders, saying, "Mom, it's getting cold now, why aren't you staying warm inside? Why did you come here to keep warm?"

As he spoke, he pulled Peng Cuiying into the office.

As soon as the office door closed, Jiang Yongxian's expression changed instantly. "What are you doing here again? Haven't I been giving you twenty yuan every month on time?"

If you're still not satisfied, then don't blame me.

Peng Cuiying was still somewhat intimidated by Jiang Yongxian.

She quickly explained, "Boss, I didn't come here for the money. I came to ask you to help me find out if your sister has been arrested by the police, if..."

Hearing her words, Jiang Yongxian became even angrier.

"Sister? Where did I get a sister?"

"You did give me a wonderful little sister, but didn't you make her disown us because of your behavior?"

Jiang Yongxian didn't have a good impression of Yang Qiaoqiao either.

But compared to a younger sister like Jiang Yiran, Yang Qiaoqiao is simply too good.

Peng Cuiying opened her mouth, but couldn't bring herself to ask Jiang Yongxian to help check whether Jiang Yiran had been arrested.

Jiang Yongxian was still not satisfied and angrily yelled at Peng Cuiying, "I've never seen such a stupid person as you. Your own daughter is so successful, and you don't know how to treat her well, but you're so devoted to a good-for-nothing adopted daughter."

If you had treated Yang Qiaoqiao even a little better back then, we would have more money than we could ever spend, even if she just slipped a little out of her fingers.

Do you know how much a garment factory can sell in a month? Over 300,000!

Do you know how much revenue that shopping mall made on its opening day? Over a million!

Although Huo Beixiao and Yang Qiaoqiao were not at the mall to guard it because the two children had been kidnapped by Jiang Yiran and Zhang Wei, the mall was not open for business.

But the shopping mall is still operating normally.

After the mall closed for the day, the finance department tallied the day's sales figures. The marketing department not only posted a large congratulatory notice outside the mall, but also invited newspapers and television stations to report on it, thus boosting the mall's reputation.

Because his father-in-law, He Zhengguo, pays close attention to Huo Beixiao, Jiang Yongxian is also keeping a close eye on Huo Beixiao and Yang Qiaoqiao's movements.

Every time he saw news about Huo Beixiao and Yang Qiaoqiao, he felt a surge of hatred for Peng Cuiying.

If it weren't for that idiot Peng Cuiying dragging us down...

He was in politics, and his sister was in business. With one sibling having power and the other having money, he should never have felt so frustrated.

Jiang Yongxian grew angrier the more he thought about it, and his gaze toward Peng Cuiying was not only filled with disdain but also with a hint of malice.

When Peng Cuiying saw that look in the eyes of her eldest son, whom she valued most, she flinched in fear.

He didn't dare say anything more and hurriedly left.

As she walked out of Jiang Yongxian's neighborhood office, she felt increasingly frightened.

The look Jiang Yongxian gave her just now made her feel that if she slowed down even a little, Jiang Yongxian would take her life.

She couldn't resist and went to a convenience store to call Jiang Yongchang.

"Hello." The call connected, and Jiang Yongchang's voice came from the other end.

"Second brother..." Peng Cuiying couldn't help but cry as soon as she opened her mouth.

She raised three sons and one daughter, and now her youngest son, whom she dotes on the most, is still in a labor camp.

Her pampered daughter became a fugitive.

Her most favored eldest son wished he could kill her.

In the end, she could only turn to her second son, whom she and Jiang Jiahua had both neglected since childhood.

On the other end of the phone, Jiang Yongchang's voice was relatively calm. "Mom, is something wrong?"

Peng Cuiying burst into tears upon hearing these words.

On the other end of the phone, Jiang Yongchang only frowned slightly, without saying a word.

It is said that fathers favor the eldest son and mothers love the youngest son. In addition, there is Jiang Yiran in their family who is particularly good at vying for favor. As the second child sandwiched in the middle, he has been neglected since childhood.

In addition, he left home at the age of sixteen, so his feelings for his home and family members were limited.

Hearing Peng Cuiying crying on the other end of the phone didn't move him much.

After Peng Cuiying had finished crying, he asked again, "Mom, is something wrong?"

Hearing his emotionless voice, Peng Cuiying felt a chill in her heart, but she gradually calmed down and said, "Actually, it's nothing. It's just that, Second Brother, you see, Mom is all alone in Beicheng now. Buying rice, vegetables, oil, and coal all cost money. Even water and bathing cost money. It's going to get cold soon, and we'll have to pay for heating."

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