It would be a lie to say he didn't regret it; he was filled with remorse. Back then, his father disagreed with the marriage, saying that Ouyang Mingzhu was petty and narrow-minded. But what did he do? He threatened to kill himself, and his parents had no choice but to agree to the marriage.

Unfortunately, it was too late for regrets; the mistake had already been made. He hoped that his two daughters wouldn't be ruined by Ouyang Mingzhu.

This hope could only be placed on Jiang Qiao. He knew that this niece was kind and loyal. His only worry was that his two daughters at home might be too deeply poisoned by Ouyang Mingzhu. Otherwise, he would never be able to forgive himself in this lifetime.

Wen Zhongxuan didn't say much, but to Jiang Qiao, it was definitely a profound entrustment.

"Uncle, don't worry, I will go and talk to Ziqing again tomorrow. As for Ziling, I will be able to contact her after I get back. Don't worry about that, I will do my best."

"I'll figure something out about the house; I won't let that woman get her way."

Nothing much happened. After hanging up the phone, Jiang Qiao reluctantly paid the bill, left the post office, and went straight to the guesthouse. She needed to contact Song Shutian to see if their colleagues here needed housing or office space.

She had considered other people, including the police here. But Duan and Ouyang Mingzhu were both people of considerable status, so it was really difficult for ordinary people to deal with them.

Song Shutian was chatting with Ning Hao and Liu Zhanyu at the moment. It was rare for the three of them to get together to discuss things when Jiang Qiao's telegram arrived.

"Hehe, I've got news about the little girl, Ning Hao, your little wife, let me see where she is."

When they saw the address Jiang Qiao sent, the three of them looked up at each other.

"How did she get there?"

Liu Zhanyu sighed, "Nine times out of ten, Wen Zhongxuan said something. Send the girl over to check. Otherwise, where do you think Jiang Qiao could go? Ask the child what trouble she's encountered."

The next message Jiang Qiao sent left the three of them speechless.

"This woman is despicable. Wen Zhongxuan has already divorced her. When did Wen Bochen's house become hers? Even if Old Master Wen has spoken, it belongs to his grandson. Wen Shaoyang is still renovating it with his father. Ouyang Mingzhu dares to do this. She's got some nerve."

Ning Hao was anxious. "Stop sighing. Do you have a solution? Qiao'er is waiting over there. If you can't do it, I will. I'll go find my comrades."

Song Shutian grabbed him and said, "What's the rush? Sit down and wait. Lao Liu, Zhang Dalei should have arrived at Jiang Qiao's place. Contact him quickly so I can ask for Jiang Qiao's address."

Upon learning that Zhang Dalei was nearby, Jiang Qiao was delighted; it was good that someone was there to stand up for her.

Soon Zhang Dalei came knocking on the door. "Hey, Xiao Jiang Qiao, we meet again. You've really gone far away, coming all this way. Tell me, I heard you have a house you want me to help you deal with?"

"Brother Song has explained everything to you?"

Zhang Dalei nodded. "They say it's the Wen family's house, but to tell you the truth, my brother and your uncle were classmates back then."

I've already helped you with this. Because of Wen Bochen's influence, this house can't be allowed to be taken by outsiders. I have to lend a hand, even if I don't want to.

Zhang Dalei then went to see the courtyard with Jiang Qiao. It was a really nice house, definitely a garden-style design, elegant and serene. He liked the place at first sight.

"Alright, I'll rent this place."

Jiang Qiao was dumbfounded. "You're renting it out? You're not renting it to someone else? It's not like you don't have a place to live, and your home isn't even here. You must be joking!"

Zhang Dalei smiled and said, "My sister-in-law is bringing the children over. After all, it involves school and work, so we really can't find a decent house. Your place is just what I need. I'm so grateful."

Don't worry, even that guy surnamed Duan can't afford to mess with my sister-in-law—"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Qiao stopped asking questions. If even that guy surnamed Duan was afraid, then Zhang Dalei's sister-in-law must have a powerful background.

"Alright, alright, with you helping me take over, I feel much more at ease. I just don't want that guy surnamed Duan to get his hands on the Wen family's house. It has nothing to do with him."

Zhang Dalei waved his hand. "Let's go back and sign the agreement. I'll change all the keys later. By the way, what about the furniture in this house?"

Jiang Qiao smiled sheepishly, "I couldn't think of a solution, so I had someone take it away first. I'll send it back later. I was just thinking that I couldn't let that guy surnamed Duan get away with it, otherwise, my uncle would feel resentful."

Zhang Dalei didn't ask any more questions. "Furniture is fine. Otherwise, it's too much trouble to buy more. We don't need more than just beds, tables, and chairs. We don't need anything else. We don't want to break anything."

"

After the two of them went back and finalized the agreement, Zhang Dalei took care of the rest.

As for the rent, Jiang Qiao didn't want it in the first place, and Zhang Dalei was already helping her out, but Zhang Dalei wouldn't allow it.

"Don't worry, my sister-in-law isn't short of money. If you give her the money, she'll feel more at ease staying here."

Anyway, he had seen the property deed in Jiang Qiao's hands, and he also admired the Wen family for not showing it to them. No wonder they were so famous back then; they had a plan in mind. Talk is cheap, you have to see the real deal.

The real key is in Jiang Qiao's hands. Don't you think that Ouyang Mingzhu's efforts are futile?

Jiang Qiao gave Zhang Dalei two packets of tea, saying, "Keep them for yourself, don't give them away. It wasn't easy to get them. I'll go over and have someone return them to you in a bit. You can change the locks yourself tomorrow."

After seeing Zhang Dalei off, Jiang Qiao went over again and brought out some furniture that would please him and be practical.

As soon as Jiang Qiao went out, she ran into Wen Ziqing, who was hesitating under the cover of night. It was obvious that she had come to this place.

"Ziqing, what are you doing here?"

Upon seeing Jiang Qiao, Wen Ziqing was taken aback for a moment, then sighed deeply, "I had a fight with my mom. I took back all the things and money that my grandparents gave me before. My mom has completely turned against me this time. She didn't even say anything when I said I wanted to move to the dormitory."

Jiang Qiao pursed her lips. This Wen Ziqing wasn't stupid. As long as she got her own savings and private money back, at least she could live a more comfortable life.

"I'm taking out Ziling's share. I won't spend it; I'll save it for Ziling."

Seeing that Jiang Qiao remained silent, Wen Ziqing had no choice but to add a comment.

"Your mother turned against you over this little bit of money? Is money more important than your daughter? Does your mother like her daughter more or money more?"

One sentence brought tears to Wen Ziqing's eyes: "I don't know what she's thinking. She keeps saying I've become estranged from her, my mother. Jiang Qiao, I don't know what to do—"