Qin Manshu stared at Madam Qin, even though she knew Madam Qin didn't understand what she was talking about, she still stared at Madam Qin and said, "Mom, I've been a good daughter to you. I haven't done anything wrong. I do whatever you ask me to do. After Dad left, I stayed by your side to take care of you. All the pressure that the old lady put on Dad was transferred to me. On the one hand, I had to deal with the old lady's almost pathological demands because of losing her son, and on the other hand, I was just taking care of you. What did I do wrong?"
Qin Manshu laughed. "I did whatever you asked me to do. I've always considered myself an obedient child. When you and Father argued when I was very young, you forced me to be the mediator. I was so young! You never fulfilled your duties as a mother to me. You depended on Father and acted as if you would lose your life without him. But when she came back, you pushed all the blame onto me. You had no humanity at all. In the end, you even pushed me to the brink of death with her. What did I do wrong to deserve this treatment? Just because my birth mother switched me with your biological daughter?"
Qin Manshu's gaze darkened. "If you simply felt that I had taken away your biological daughter's position, I could tolerate it. But why did you lie to me like that later? Why did you treat me like that after I returned to the Qin family!"
She seemed to be using the woman of this life to question her mother from the previous life.
Her fingers gently touched Madam Qin's face; her nails were somewhat sharp. Madam Qin trembled with fear at Qin Manshu's terrifying gaze, and Qin Manshu ultimately did not utter another word.
“I gave you a chance, Mom,” she said suddenly.
Madam Qin seemed to be provoked, because she watched Qin Manshu take off the gloves she had just worn and take out new gloves from her bag and put them on.
Madam Qin clutched Qin Manshu's clothes, "What are you going to do? What are you going to do? I was wrong, I was wrong, please don't kill me, I was wrong, just hurt her, just hurt her..."
Driven by her survival instinct, Madam Qin pointed at Ye Zhiwei, who was already unconscious on the sofa, having long forgotten that Ye Zhiwei's current predicament was due to her.
Madam Qin's words made Qin Manshu laugh gloomily.
She looked at this woman who, even in her madness, subconsciously shifted blame, and her tone softened again, "I'm not going to kill you, Mom. I just want you to get some sleep. If you behave and don't move, I won't do anything too harsh to you."
She spoke in a very gentle tone, even more so than when Ye Zhiwei coaxed Madam Qin, just like when she had once begged Madam Qin to look at her more carefully.
Madam Qin dared not move at all.
Qin Manshu, as if coaxing a child, slowly injected the diluted medicine into Madam Qin's body, soothingly saying, "Don't move, Mommy, it will hurt if I inject it in the wrong place—"
The medicine contained anesthetic. When Madam Qin saw the needle piercing her skin, she tried to move, but she gradually stopped struggling. Her originally somewhat conscious state became increasingly muddled, and in the end, she lost all reason and sat there in a daze.
Qin Manshu only then began to clean up the mess.
The people outside were already arranged by her in advance. The cart that was originally used to transport memorial tablets, stone lions, stone cauldrons, and porcelain figurines of young boys and girls was now loaded with Ye Zhiwei.
The staff members dressed in mourning clothes covered Ye Zhiwei, who was unconscious in the car, with a white sheet.
The staff didn't know what was in the cart either, only that there was a large box that Qin Manshu had locked with a lock. There were only a few holes, and even peeking through them, it was pitch black.
Qin Manshu simply emphasized that the contents contained some unnecessary porcelain items, all of which were very valuable, and asked them to carry them lightly.
The staff then pushed the cart to the place designated by Qin Manshu.
Qin Manshu was still in the room, holding Ye Zhiwei's phone in her hand. She knew that Ye Zhiwei's phone needed to be tracked, and she had just used a detection device to detect all the trackable items on Ye Zhiwei's body.
She has now bundled all the objects and signal jamming equipment together and scattered them in different places.
After taking care of everything, Qin Manshu left the room as if nothing had happened.
As soon as she left the room, her phone started ringing off the hook with messages from some of Mrs. Qin's relatives. There was also a group of people on Mrs. Qin's side of the family who were eyeing the Qin family covetously. Unlike other relatives of the Qin family, they didn't dare to urge the old lady to make a will in front of her, but now that the old lady was gone, they all had their own agendas.
Now everyone is saying that since it's the old lady's funeral, Madam Qin should come, both out of courtesy and reason. Looking at their hypocritical faces, Qin Manshu finally agreed. Now that she has finished dealing with other matters, she received these calls from relatives and asked them to come directly.
Madam Qin's cousin was the most eloquent. He had been emphasizing to the family that since the old lady had not left a will after her death, Madam Qin must have a large number of shares, and they could easily get some benefits from her.
But none of Madam Qin's family members expected that she was completely irrational and seemed dazed. When they came to the lounge, no matter what they said, Madam Qin looked at them blankly and confusedly, as if she didn't understand anything.
Madam Qin's cousin was completely stunned. He turned to Qin Manshu and asked, "Manshu, my cousin—"
“Everyone knows Grandma’s temper. Mom’s mental state has been very bad since Father passed away. Later, she developed some mental illnesses. Grandma was afraid that something would happen to Mom, so she kept her at home for treatment. That’s why you haven’t seen Mom. After all, she can’t recognize anyone now. Even if I were Mom, she probably wouldn’t know who I am.” Qin Manshu patted Madam Qin’s body.
Madam Qin trembled uncontrollably, her consciousness growing increasingly unclear. All she could do when looking at Qin Manshu was repeatedly say, "Don't hurt me, don't hurt me."
But who would believe the words of a madman?
Madam Qin's relatives were even more desperate. They simply couldn't bring themselves to do it. With Madam Qin in such a state, the Qin family was completely under Qin Manshu's control. Now, they dared not say anything to instigate anything. They could only try to appease Qin Manshu and get some benefits from her.
Madam Qin's cousin immediately realized what was going on. He took Qin Manshu's hand and said with a smile, "Manshu, why didn't you say so earlier? We were afraid that if your mother didn't attend the funeral, people would laugh at us, so we didn't expect her to attend. If you had told us about your cousin's situation, we definitely wouldn't have acted so recklessly. We've put you in a difficult position."
As soon as he finished speaking, the others echoed his sentiments.
Qin Manshu simply smiled and said, "I was afraid you wouldn't believe me if I said my mother was sick, so I brought her here so you could see her."
"How could I, as the uncle, not believe what my niece says?"
At this moment, everyone was flattering Qin Manshu, and no one paid any attention to the terrified Madam Qin in the corner, nor did anyone realize what had happened here.
Ji Shuli was temporarily put to work as a laborer, helping to receive some guests from the Qin family, and had no time to pay attention to Ye Zhiwei's situation. She even thought that her little cousin was still resting in the lounge. It was Jiang Jianian who was the first to find that he could not contact Ye Zhiwei.
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