The brothers carefully observed each yard.
No one at Qin Lao Er's house?!
Mr. Qin, no one here?!
The entire Qin family gathered in the easternmost thatched hut to chat?!
About five minutes later, Zhao Guihua, along with a group of villagers, accompanied Feng Jingrou into the Qin family.
Everyone in the Qin family insisted that they had been at home the entire time and could testify against each other that no one had gone out during the time Feng Jingrou fell into the water.
"Don't you have anything to do in broad daylight? What are you gathering together for?" Feng Jingrou asked coldly. She had no doubt about An An's thoughts at all. The person who pushed her must be among these people.
Now that there is no witness or evidence, what should she do?
If only he could find the person who saved her, he must have seen the murderer's appearance.
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At the same time, on the small road leading into the village, three Santanas lined up in a row and drove into Huaihua Village.
Lu Yun turned around and looked at the man sitting in the back row. He had thin cheeks, unshaven beard, and pale skin that revealed the broken feeling of someone who had just recovered from a serious illness.
But even though he was unkempt, he still exuded an aura of strength that could not be ignored.
Every time Lu Yun looked at him, two words always appeared in her mind - Wolf King.
"Master Qin, the road is bumpy, your legs..."
"No problem." The man's voice was mellow and rough, and he whispered, "Xiao Yun, don't get off the car for a while."
"yes."
The Santana made several turns in the village and stopped outside Qin Mancang's house.
Hearing the noisy quarrel in the yard, the man frowned slightly.
The younger brothers got out of the car first and pushed the wheelchair to the door.
The man sat in a wheelchair and was pushed into the courtyard by his younger brother.
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Fu Hongmei and Zhou Cuifen threw a tantrum and tried to push Feng Jingrou out of the door.
Qin Ling and Qin Li protected their mother and refused to give in.
Liu Fengying dragged her sick body and scolded Feng Jingrou as a "troublemaker". She said her family was unlucky to marry Feng Jingrou as their daughter-in-law.
She had her eldest granddaughter write a letter to Qin Zheng, but she still hadn't received a reply. Yet, the postman kept delivering letters to Feng Jingrou's house. How could she have known they were from Qin Che, who had approved her manuscript? Naturally, she assumed they were from Qin Che, and that Qin Zheng, bewitched by Feng Jingrou, only sent her letters and money. Thinking of the monthly remittance slips, Liu Fengying's heart ached, and her hatred for Feng Jingrou grew.
She scolded Feng Jingrou, and the more she scolded, the more unpleasant it became.
From her ancestors, all the way to her children.
"Women like you deserve the death of your man, your child, and…"
Feng Jingrou couldn't stand hearing someone curse her child. Her eyes turned red and she slapped Liu Fengying hard in the face: "Don't curse my child!"
The slap was so loud and clear that it stunned everyone.
In rural areas, the most important thing is to respect the order of seniority. If a younger person hits an older person, he will be criticized and scolded for the rest of his life.
However, since it concerned the Qin family, none of the villagers present felt that Feng Jingrou was wrong to slap him.
Zheng Shuixian laughed heartily: "Well done! The old man cursed even his own children and grandchildren, he deserved the slap!"
For the first time, Zhao Guihua found Zheng Shuixian pleasing to her eye and gave her an appreciative look.
"Narcissus is right! Liu Fengying, you have done what you deserve, and retribution will come to you soon!" Zhao Guihua is of the same generation as Liu Fengying, and she has the right to scold her.
Liu Fengying was beaten by her daughter-in-law. Not only did no one help her condemn Feng Jingrou, but she was even surrounded and attacked. She was so angry that she rolled on the ground, put the blame on Feng Jingrou, and cried and said that Feng Jingrou wanted to kill her and her entire family.
Qin Anan lowered her eyes and looked at her grandmother lying on the ground.
She twists like a maggot!
Qin Ling & Qin Li: Poof!
Feng Jingrou was originally very angry, and she almost couldn't hold it in when she heard that. She pursed her lips to prevent herself from laughing out loud.
Hey, you know what, they do look alike.
With the villagers around, the three men of the Qin family didn't want to fight with a woman, so they stood in the distance and glared coldly at Feng Jingrou.
Qin Futian said angrily with his leaky mouth: "Buddha, I, Old Qin, will divorce you! Get out now!"
The man in the wheelchair entered the yard at this time.
He listened to Qin Futian's words, his eyes calm as he swept across the crowd, finally landing on Feng Jingrou's face. He paused for a long moment, then moved down to the face of the little baby in her arms.
Qin Anan just turned her head to look outside the yard, and her eyes met the man's.
[Vocal, monkey?!]
[There's a maggot on the ground and a monkey at the door!]
Upon hearing this, Qin Ling and Qin Li turned to look towards the courtyard gate.
Where? Where is the monkey?
Qin Li was very disappointed. He didn't see the monkey, but instead saw a group of men in black pushing a bearded lame man into the courtyard.
It turns out that the "monkey" An An was talking about was the lame man!
Qin Li looked at the lame man, and the more he looked, the more familiar he seemed, as if he had seen him somewhere.
He whispered to Qin Ling, "Do we know that monkey?"
Qin Ling's face was cold and hard, his hands clenched into fists at the edges of his pants, his nails digging into his flesh.
"I don't know him." He squeezed out his voice from between his teeth.
After saying that, regardless of anyone's objection, he pulled his mother out of the yard.
"Mom, let's go home!"
Feng Jingrou kept looking down at Qin Anan and didn't look at the person who came. Before she could react, she was pulled out of the courtyard by her son.
Passing by the wheelchair, the corner of her clothes gently brushed the back of the man's hand.
The man gripped the wheelchair armrests tightly, veins bulging on the back of his hands, and he forcibly suppressed the urge to pull her back. It was a good thing, she wasn't there, it would be easier for him to act.
Qin Ling pulled his mother all the way back home and locked the door.
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