"Dad! Mom!"
"How did you die?"
The hoarse and hoarse voice sounded even more unpleasant than wailing at a funeral.
Jiang Haitang's happy heart felt like it was falling into an ice cellar.
How come this little troublemaker isn't dead?
She stood up trembling, trying to find a place to hide.
But the kitchen is small and shabby, and there is no way to hide at all.
Although Jiang Yaozu's brain is only slightly bigger than a sesame seed, it is still there.
While going to the toilet, my parents died from drinking porridge!
He immediately understood that it was all the fault of that bitch Jiang Haitang!
He rushed into the kitchen with a face as ferocious as a devil.
"I'll strangle you to death, and you return my parents to me!"
Jiang Haitang was thin and small, and he strangled her neck so tightly that her eyes soon rolled back and her face turned blue.
She held Jiang Yaozu's hand and squeezed out a few words with difficulty, "It's Jiang Ningyan..."
Jiang Yaozu frowned, "What do you mean?"
Jiang Haitang sputtered white foam from her mouth, "She harmed my parents."
With a thud, she was thrown to the ground.
Jiang Yaozu roared angrily, "Speak clearly!"
Jiang Haitang covered her neck and gasped for breath.
"Mom and Dad said that the ginseng powder Jiang Ningyan gave us is good stuff, and only you three can drink it."
She trembled and pointed at the tin can on the stove. "I just poured a little into your porridge. I didn't know it was poisonous..."
Jiang Yaozu opened the jar and was greeted by the bitter smell of medicinal herbs. He wrinkled his nose and snorted.
"Dare to lie to me, I'll kill you."
Jiang Haitang's tears streamed down her face, "Yaozu, you are my biological brother. Have you forgotten that I loved you the most when we were little?"
"That Jiang Ningyan loves to bully you the most, snatching the sweet potatoes from your hands. Every time I do that, I always protect you..."
Jiang Yaozu was so exhausted that he sat down on the ground, at a loss for what to do.
Jiang Haitang rushed over and hugged him and cried.
"That Jiang Ningyan, seeing that our family is poor and that it would burden her to become an official's wife, cruelly wanted to poison us..."
Jiang Yaozu hated women crying the most, especially when he thought about his parents dying and no one supporting him in the future. He was extremely annoyed.
"So, what do we do now?"
Jiang Haitang wiped her tears and snot, "Yaozu, after we finish the funeral for our parents, we will go to the capital. We will seek justice even if it means risking our lives!"
Jiang Yaozu curled his lips, thinking of the skyscrapers and bustling streets that He Qiuju always talked about.
And there is that vixen Jiang Ningyan.
For two lives, he should be compensated with at least a thousand dollars, right?
The brother and sister each have their own plans.
The two corpses lying outside were not carried into thin coffins until dark and were hastily buried in the cemetery.
Jiang Ningyan only received the news two days later.
The two comrades responsible for guarding Jiang Haitang and preventing her from escaping have always been in direct contact with Lu Bingchuan.
Lu Bingchuan was not in Beijing on a mission, so they found the Lu family's old house and reported the news of the sudden death of the two elders and the disappearance of the two siblings.
Tuanjie Village is remote and there is only one way out of the village, so the two comrades stayed there all the time.
Unexpectedly, the Jiang couple died quietly.
Jiang Haitang and Jiang Yaozu probably took a long detour and ran away through the barren mountains.
When Gao Qiaolan heard the news, she exclaimed that it was ridiculous.
Then he mobilized the Lu family to search everywhere for the two siblings.
But these days, some stations are laxly managed, especially in remote small towns, and it is really difficult to find them once you run.
No matter how rich Jiang Ningyan's imagination was, she never expected that the blame would be put on her head.
So they just thought they were fleeing from the crime and didn't take it too seriously.
A few days passed in the blink of an eye.
It was the day when Bai Liping was assigned to translate the materials.
Jiang Ningyan found Bai Liping's office and learned that she had asked for leave, saying that she was not feeling well, and the materials would be delivered to their homes by the postman respectively.
There is no need to guess how many tricks are hidden in it.
Jiang Ningyan ran straight to the department store and bought some things for her home.
I went to a state-owned restaurant for another meal before returning home.
As expected, the mailbox was empty.
The translation took a total of three days, and the first day was completely over, but she still hadn't seen the legendary material.
The next day, Jiang Ningyan went to Peking University to attend classes as usual.
The class was in chaos, and as soon as they saw her, they started to make a fuss.
"Senior Tian's manuscript has been translated halfway. Ningyan, how about yours?"
Jiang Ningyan sat steadily in her seat, with the corners of her lips slightly raised, looking as if she was sure of victory.
The person who started the commotion was stunned and felt a little guilty.
You are so confident, do you really have some ability?
Pan Cheng's sneer broke the silence. "Still pretending? Even Senior Sister Tian finds it difficult to understand. I'm afraid you can't understand a single word of some foreign language single-digit texts, right?"
"Yeah, I'm going to lose anyway, so I just have to pretend."
The person who answered was Jiang Ningyan's roommate.
Wen Yao waited for her to finish before panicking and stopping her, "Stop talking. We should actually encourage Yanyan."
Her roommate pulled her hand away and spoke earnestly.
"Yaoyao, you're just too kind. She's been flirting with other men and snatched away all the men you like. Why are you still on her side?"
Everyone knew that they were in the same dormitory with Jiang Ningyan, and many people gathered around them, wanting to know what they were talking about.
My roommate made no secret of his presence.
His lips moved quickly, adding fuel to the fire, solidifying Jiang Ningyan's image as a scumbag who had her feet on countless boats.
The person at the center of the topic was not embarrassed at all, but his mouth curled up even higher.
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