Jiang Yongxian hoped that when things were done, Jiang Yong'an would be executed on the spot or commit suicide.

To prevent him from saying anything inappropriate after being arrested by the police, which could affect him.

But naturally, he couldn't express this thought.

He frowned and scolded Jiang Yong'an, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Ranran has already lost her life because of Yang Qiaoqiao. Is it worth it for you to lose yours too?

"Third brother, listen to your brother. We must avenge our grievances, but we must also cherish our own lives. Even if you don't think about yourself, think about Mom."

My house is right next to the house Yang Qiaoqiao just went into. You can stay there quietly for now, which will make it easier to observe Yang Qiaoqiao and such.

Once you've figured out Yang Qiaoqiao's schedule, we'll make a plan to ensure everything goes smoothly.

After everything is settled, your older brother will take you to see Mom, and then send you to Hong Kong to lay low for a while.

Jiang Yongxian arranged everything meticulously, truly resembling a good older brother who always put his younger brother first.

However, Jiang Yong'an didn't appreciate it and gave him a cold look.

His eyes were clearly telling Jiang Yongxian to stop pretending; nobody was watching his act.

After Jiang Yong'an withdrew his gaze, he no longer had the impulse he had just felt. He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid that if he died, he would not be able to kill Yang Qiaoqiao.

Because then no one will avenge Ranran, and all the grievances Ranran suffered will have been for nothing.

As he walked past Old Lady Tong's courtyard, his vicious and sinister gaze fell upon the tightly closed gate, and he gave it a fierce stare.

Jiang Yongxian was the same as him, but his gaze toward the courtyard gate was not ruthless and sinister, but rather filled with jealousy and scheming.

Two years ago, that old hag next door put up an ad for her house facing the street to sell.

He had already convinced He Nian to buy it.

But the old woman demanded an exorbitant price, asking for an outrageous amount, and refused to sell it to him.

He originally planned to slowly wear down the old woman.

But before long, they learned that the old woman had already sold the house.

Not only that, the old woman claimed that the person who bought her house was her goddaughter.

Judging from the intimate way Yang Qiaoqiao was with the old woman just now, it's obvious that Yang Qiaoqiao is the old woman's so-called goddaughter.

Why is it that Yang Qiaoqiao could buy a house that he couldn't?

How can Yang Qiaoqiao, that bitch, have such good luck?

However, Jiang Yongxian's resentment was only momentary, and afterwards only joy remained.

It's perfect that Yang Qiaoqiao bought that house.

Anyway, once Yang Qiaoqiao dies, everything she left behind will belong to him!

Thinking of this, Jiang Yongxian felt exceptionally happy.

Yang Qiaoqiao had already closed the door and turned around to help the old lady back into the house when she suddenly felt a chill down her back, as if she were being watched by something.

She subconsciously glanced back.

All I could see was the tightly closed gate.

She didn't think much of it, assuming that what she had just experienced might have been psychological.

For the next few days, whenever Yang Qiaoqiao stayed in Grandma Tong's yard, she felt as if someone was watching her.

She even began to wonder if she was experiencing mild hallucinations because she had been watching the craftsmen repair the structures so closely lately.

After Jiang Yong'an moved into Jiang Yongxian's courtyard, he dug a hole in the wall separating the two courtyards.

He guarded that cave every day, keeping an eye on Yang Qiaoqiao's every move next door.

She discovered that Yang Qiaoqiao was either in this courtyard or in the house facing the street outside, watching the carpenters repair the house.

But there's that old lady in the courtyard, and Huo Beixiao comes back at night.

There was a carpenter in the house facing the street, so Yang Qiaoqiao was almost never alone, and naturally he had no chance to make a move.

Several times, he even considered carrying a knife with him, calculating the time Yang Qiaoqiao would return from the outer house, bumping into her, and killing her with a single fatal stab when she wasn't paying attention.

But Jiang Yongxian told him to wait a little longer.

Because even if he succeeded, he could only take Yang Qiaoqiao with him, while Huo Beixiao would remain unharmed.

Therefore, he could only wait for an opportunity to proceed according to Jiang Yongxian's plan.

Finally, Jiang Yong'an got his chance.

That day, Yang Qiaoqiao was discussing repair plans with the carpenters when she heard the sound of brakes outside.

She had just stepped outside when she saw Yu Qian get out of the car.

Yu Qian's cheeks were flushed and her eyes were a little blurry; it was clear she had been drinking when she came over.

Sure enough, as soon as Yang Qiaoqiao got close to her, she smelled a strong odor of alcohol.

There's no such thing as drunk driving these days, but Yang Qiaoqiao has been a hotpot person all her life, and the idea of ​​not drinking and driving is ingrained in her DNA.

"Qianqian, why are you driving when you're this drunk? It's so dangerous!" Yang Qiaoqiao said instinctively as she supported Yu Qian.

"Hehe!" Yu Qian looked at Yang Qiaoqiao with hazy eyes and chuckled.

"Qiaoqiao, are you kidding me? You just had a little to drink, why can't you drive?"

"Come on! You promised to drink with me, and you haven't come to see me for so long. Now come drink with me!"

Yang Qiaoqiao felt helpless seeing Yu Qian like this.

He could only help Yu Qian into the passenger seat, fastening her seatbelt while coaxing her, "Okay, okay, I'll go drinking with you, but I'll drive."

Yu Qian was quite drunk and didn't argue with her. She waved her hand and said, "You drive, you drive. You drive and find a high-class place. It's my treat today."

Yang Qiaoqiao definitely won't take her to another drinking session.

She drove directly back to Yu Qian's clothing market.

She didn't know where Yu Qian lived, so she could only bring her here and prepare to take her to her rest room.

But just as she helped Yu Qian out of the car, Yu Qian suddenly became more lucid.

He frowned and said with dissatisfaction, "Qiaoqiao, didn't I tell you to find a high-class place and we're going to drink until we drop tonight?"

Why did you bring me to the clothing market?

"Are you going back on your word and not going to drink with me anymore?"

Yu Qian, slightly drunk, pointed at Yang Qiaoqiao's nose and asked.

Before Yang Qiaoqiao could even speak, Yu Qian waved her hand again.

"Fine, since you've already brought me here, let's not bother looking for a fancy place."

I know there's a small restaurant nearby; their liquor is homemade grain liquor, and it's...delicious.

Come on, I'll take you there!

"Qiaoqiao, what kind of things are these men anyway?"

He said he loved me, that he only loved me, and that his body was more honest with him in bed than his mouth.

But then, he turned around and was about to marry someone else.

Waaah... What am I then? I've been with him for so many years, and what am I to him?

Yu Qian said, crying as she poured herself a drink.