Chapter 190 Hellish Demons
Bian Haishan stared at Bian Yucheng: "Didn't we clean everything up back then?"
Bian Yucheng shook his head: "I couldn't find the photos. Ge Xiumei is dead, and I couldn't find any photos even when I was handling her funeral. Maybe there weren't any photos at all."
Bian Haishan slammed his hand on the table: "Are there any other members in the Ge family? Go and investigate them thoroughly. By the way, keep a low profile lately and don't let anyone target you."
Bian Congwen was still quite sharp-minded: "Dad, do you remember that a few years after my aunt died, several uncles were arrested for various reasons and never came back?"
Bian Haishan frowned: "You suspect that these things are related to Bian Suxi?"
Bian Congwen's expression was grave: "Were those uncles who got into trouble involved in planning that fire?"
Bian Haishan leaned back in his chair: "Who else could Bian Suxi know? Just keep things quiet lately."
His heart began to race for no reason, as if someone was playing a game of chess, trapping him within it, yet he hesitated to make a move.
...
During dinner, Fang Hua couldn't resist having a couple more drinks because he was in a good mood.
She went upstairs singing.
Jiang Zhizhi stood in the kitchen, munching on a pear while watching Zhou Xiye wash the dishes: "Why is Mom so happy?"
Zhou Xiye could understand: "She and Wang Qinglan used to be best friends. Later, because of her father's promotion, her mother had a lot of opinions about Wang Qinglan. After Wang Qinglan's family moved away, the two families still kept in touch, but they were never as good as before. The two of them were always secretly comparing themselves."
After thinking for a moment, I said, "You probably weren't even born yet back then."
Jiang Zhizhi exclaimed, "Mom is really good at enduring things. She's been with Wang Qinglan for over twenty years like this. She should have torn Wang Qinglan's face off back then."
Zhou Xiye laughed: "Mom trusted Wang Qinglan back then, but she gradually figured it out herself. But Mom is a proud person and refused to admit that she was tricked by Wang Qinglan, so she openly and secretly compared herself to Wang Qinglan."
Jiang Zhizhi thought about it and realized that Fang Hua was indeed very concerned about his image.
He stuffed the pear, which he had already taken two bites of, into Zhou Xiye's mouth: "I tasted it, and the pears that were delivered this time are very sweet."
Zhou Xiye had no choice but to take a bite: "Go take a shower first..."
Jiang Zhizhi immediately took a step back and said righteously, "That won't do. From today onwards, I will study hard every night and strive to surpass my classmates. Therefore, I will resolutely not do anything licentious or dissolute."
Zhou Xiye flicked her forehead with his wet fingers and smiled helplessly: "What are you thinking? I told you to take a shower and rest, and that thing at home is gone too."
Jiang Zhizhi clicked her tongue twice: "You're not allowed to collect them recently, I need to study hard."
Zhou Xiye didn't say anything. It was impossible for him not to accept it; studying also requires a balance between work and rest.
Jiang Zhizhi had no prior knowledge of the subject; her only advantage was her sharp mind and quick memory.
Write down everything you don't understand, so you can ask your classmates or teachers at school the next day.
While copying notes, he muttered to himself, "The other transmigrators don't have any special abilities, so how come they become all-powerful after transmigrating?"
Speaking of brains, people's brains are quite impressive these days.
When Zhou Xiye returned from his shower, he saw Jiang Zhizhi hunched over her desk, muttering as she wrote notes. He went out to find a hammer and a wooden board and returned to tidy up the bed.
Jiang Zhizhi turned to look at Zhou Xiye repairing the bed and couldn't help but laugh: "I thought you liked the table."
...
To study hard, Jiang Zhizhi would get up with Zhou Xiye before dawn and start memorizing her lessons while Zhou Xiye went out for a run.
Fang Hua was surprised. He looked at the still dark sky outside and then at Jiang Zhizhi, who was standing by the living room window reciting her lessons from a book. "Getting up so early? That's too hard."
Jiang Zhizhi closed her book and smiled, "No way, I can't let you embarrass yourself. If we talk about it later, Zhou Xiye's wife is a fool. It would be so embarrassing if she failed her exam at school. I want to get first place, and then they'll look at me with new eyes."
Fang Hua laughed and said, "You don't need to work so hard. Just do enough."
As the two were talking, Wang Qinglan, looking exhausted, was led over by the sentry at the gate.
Fang Hua thanked the sentry and let Wang Qinglan in: "Is there something you need so early?"
Wang Qinglan's pride vanished, and she pleaded with Fang Hua, "Fang Hua, for the sake of our decades-long friendship, please help Xiaoxiao this time. If she's sentenced, we're all finished. Lao Bian has already been notified to come back home and rest."
“I apologize for anything I did wrong to you before. I’ve inquired and found out that as long as Zhizhi puts in a good word for Xiaoxiao, she’ll be fine.”
Fang Hua found it strange: "Why do we need to say anything? Besides, Bian Xiaoxiao shot Lai Laosi."
Wang Qinglan quickly explained, "As long as Zhizhi says that the two of them were just joking around, she only shot Lai Laosi because he tried to insult her..."
Fang Hua found it quite strange: "Are you playing with your life? If we can forgive this, are we out of our minds? Let her out so we can take revenge on Zhizhi?"
Wang Qinglan waved her hand: "No, Fang Hua, I'm begging you."
Jiang Zhizhi leaned against the window, watching Wang Qinglan, who always held her head high and looked down on everyone, actually humbly begging for help. She found it quite satisfying to watch.
Fang Hua shook his head: "That's impossible. Don't come here anymore. I'll tell the doorman that you won't be allowed in again."
Wang Qinglan was stunned, not expecting Fang Hua to be so ruthless: "I'm begging you, isn't that enough?"
"no!"
As Fang Hua spoke, he went over and opened the door, and a gust of cold wind swept in.
She couldn't help but shudder: "You should leave right now."
Wang Qinglan knew this trick was useless. She turned her head and glanced at Jiang Zhizhi again. Suddenly, a memory flashed in her mind: in northern Gansu, Jiang Zhizhi was with a big boy.
The boy and Jiang Zhizhi looked very similar when they stood together, and there was also the boy's identity.
Wang Qinglan suddenly found her direction.
She could go to Bian Haishan to negotiate; she might know whose child Jiang Zhizhi is.
She glanced at Jiang Zhizhi again before turning and running into the dark night.
Wang Qinglan felt like she had found a candle in the darkness; she didn't know if the answer was true.
But what if? If Jiang Zhizhi and Shang Shiyi are related, then many things seem to make sense.
I hurriedly left the gate and rode my bicycle home.
The night before dawn was as dark as ink, a thick, inky black.
A wisp of fog obscured the view, making it impossible to see anything in the distance.
Wang Qinglan carefully rode her bicycle, still calculating in her mind, and the more she calculated, the more excited she became.
Not paying attention to the road ahead, the wheel tripped over something and tumbled out.
Wang Qinglan sat up, rubbing her knees and cursing, only to notice a rope blocking the road.
He grabbed the rope, looked around, and was about to unleash a torrent of curses when he froze, his throat feeling as if it were being squeezed by a giant hand, unable to utter a single sound.
Staring in fear at the person walking out of the thick fog, with long, jet-black hair reaching his waist and dressed in white.
His face was covered in mottled burns, and his eyes were vacant, like a ghost from the underworld...
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