"Thank you for your hard work. Once we're done here, we can head towards Huangcheng." Song patted the other person's shoulder gently, her face full of excitement.

It's almost here, almost here, the day she's going to Huangcheng is almost here.

Once these two stores are stable, she can expand into Huangcheng.

By then, her monthly income will definitely not be 60,000, but hundreds of thousands.

I get excited just thinking about it.

The unlucky girl blushed as she felt Song's gentle touch, and stammered, "It's no trouble at all. I'll definitely help you if you need it."

"Good comrade, good comrade-in-arms. When we march into Huangcheng, I'll give you shares." Song Qingqing was touched and thought to herself, what a good employee.

She really hit the jackpot.

The two then talked for a long time about the new store before parting ways.

Not long after returning home, Song Qingqing went to the bank to deposit money.

When regular customers come to the bank, the staff practically want to line the streets to welcome them.

Enjoying VIP treatment throughout the journey, Song Qingqing deposited the money into the bank.

Unfortunately, as she walked out of the bank, she bumped into the girl with the double braids who had reported her.

The girl, feeling guilty, immediately turned and left upon seeing Song Qingqing.

Unfortunately, no matter how fast she was, she couldn't match Song Qingqing's quick eyes and hands.

Before she could leave, Song Qingqing grabbed her by the collar, led her to a deserted alley, and prepared to assault her.

But before she could make a move, the girl with the twisted hair suddenly screamed "Ah!", then her eyes rolled back and she fainted.

"..." Song Qingqing was stunned. She hadn't even made a move yet, how could she have fainted from fright?

Just when I was wondering what to do, I saw the end of the alley.

A disheveled woman was lying on the ground, her eyes fixed on her.

At first glance, it is indeed quite frightening.

Song Qingqing was also startled. After hesitating for a moment, she let go of the girl with the braided hair and stepped forward to call out twice, "Hey, are you alright?"

There was no answer; the other person continued to stare intently at her.

Song Qingqing was a little confused, so she took a step forward, bent down to look again, and the next moment, she recognized who it was.

Isn't this person Song Jiajia's mother, Tu Hongyan?

Why is she clinging to this spot, staring at her?

With his hair all over the place, doesn't he know he can scare people to death?

"Aunt Tu, can you hear me?" Song Qingqing asked again, but there was still no response.

Tu Hongyan lay motionless on the ground like a statue.

No matter what Song Qingqing said, she didn't give a response.

As Song Qingqing watched, a guess suddenly arose in her mind. She stepped forward and waved her hand, and sure enough, the other party seemed to have no breath.

Upon realizing this, Song Qingqing's face turned half-white; she was dead.

"Can you tell me the details of what happened?" Half an hour later, the police arrived at the scene, and a policewoman asked Song Qingqing in a very kind manner.

Song opened her mouth slightly and explained in detail.

The girl with the double braids also woke up, and she became the first eyewitness.

Fortunately, their testimonies were not much different, and Song Qingqing was not suspected.

Before long, the people of Songjia Village arrived here.

In the crowd, Song Qingqing also spotted Song Qingyi.

She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she felt that Song Qingyi's expression was a little strange.

He seemed a little excited.

What a pervert! Someone's dead, and she's still excited? She clearly never understood Song Qingyi.

As dusk settled, Song gently stepped back into the shop under the rising moonlight.

Seeing this, Song Ping'an, who was about to go home, stepped forward and asked with concern, "Qingqing, why are you back so late today? Have you eaten?"

Song Qingqing had no appetite. She walked into the shop, sat down, and told Song Ping'an about Tu Hongyan.

Unexpectedly, he wasn't surprised.

Song Qingqing was a little surprised.

The look in his eyes as he gazed at Song Ping'an revealed a hint of strangeness.

Song Ping'an noticed Song Qingqing's confusion, sat down beside her, and slowly explained, "Actually, her house was burgled the night before last."

But none of them knew.

"What do you mean?" They didn't know, so how did he know? Song Qingqing looked puzzled.

“I live next door to her family. The night before last, I couldn’t sleep, so I got up to go to the balcony for some fresh air. I saw someone climb into her house from the balcony.”

However, none of them knew.

I hid on the balcony, too afraid to move. I heard the man, having found nothing, angrily say that he wanted to take their lives.

I told Tu Hongyan about it, but she said I was talking nonsense.

I never imagined that she would actually be in trouble now.

Alas, those who do not heed the advice of their elders will suffer the consequences.

If Tu Hongyan had listened to him, this wouldn't have happened.

In the end, isn't it all because she doesn't believe him?

"Is that so?" Song Qingqing suddenly realized, then thought for a moment and asked, "Grandpa, do you think that little thief did the murder of Aunt Tu?"

Song Qingqing felt something was off.

Thinking back on her past life, it seems that Tu Hongyan did indeed die young.

As for Song Jiajia, I don't know.

It seems to have disappeared. Could it be that it was the time when it returned to its ancestral home?

Meanwhile, on the other side, Song Qingyi was staring blankly at two identical bracelets.

She had someone find these bracelets at Tu Hongyan's house early that morning.

It was only then that she remembered that the bracelets were a gift from Wang Manni to her and her sister Song Qingqing.

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