Jiang Tianzong looked at the small, blood-red box in his hand. The box looked ordinary, but it gave him a particularly uncomfortable feeling.
He cautiously refrained from reaching for it, and instead asked, "Master, what is this...?"
An old, hoarse laugh came from under the door: "Good stuff, something that will allow you to control Little Lucky Girl and obtain the good fortune from her, a really good thing."
Jiang Tianzong's eyes lit up. He wiped his hands on his clothes, used his long sleeves as padding, and carefully took the small blood-red box from his hands, holding it with extreme caution.
The voice continued, "However... Jiang Tianzong, you must understand that fortune is conserved. If you want to obtain the fortune from Xiao Fu Nu, you absolutely cannot treat her well. Only when she suffers will the Jiang family receive more fortune."
Jiang Tianzong's eyes darkened slightly: "I understand." The master had told him this from the beginning, which was also the reason why he allowed Jiang Yueyao and Jiang Xinxin to make things difficult for Nan Yuanman.
only……
Jiang Tianzong tightened his grip on the small blood-red box, his eyes darkening: "She has been taken away by the Feng family. The Jiang family's current strength... is no match for the Feng family of Shangjing."
"Master, you must help me."
"I can help you," the voice from inside the door continued, "but what reward can you offer me?"
remuneration……
Jiang Tianzong pursed his lips, looking troubled. His family had been serving the master for nearly ten years, and the master's help was indispensable to the family's current status.
But he also knew that he wasn't interested in ordinary gold and silver jewelry, real estate, or beautiful women; the only thing that interested him was some strange materials from the Xuanmen sect.
Where could an ordinary person like him obtain materials from the Xuanmen (mystical arts) sect?
A thought flashed through Jiang Tianzong's mind, and a look of struggle crossed his face. He gritted his teeth and said, "I wonder, does the master need a child born in an unlucky year, month, and hour..."
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The Jiang family.
When Jiang Xinxin got home, she burst into tears and complained to Ge Peiyao. She knew that since the family reunion banquet, Ge Peiyao had feelings for Nan Yuanman, so she cleverly didn't say who had bullied her directly, but just cried.
Even though Ge Peiyao was heartbroken about Bai Wenying's death, she still felt a pang of heartache seeing her granddaughter, whom she had raised and cared for since childhood, crying so pitifully.
She held Jiang Xinxin, who was sobbing uncontrollably, and couldn't help but complain to Jiang Chuyun, who was sitting on the sofa looking dejected and disheveled: "Third brother, what kind of uncle are you? How can you let people bully our Xinxin like that outside?"
Jiang Chuyun rubbed his aching temples, looking at Jiang Xinxin who was leaning against Ge Peiyao and dared not face him with a complicated expression. He pursed his lips and said honestly, "Mom, she bullied Nan Yuanman first, and she pushed Nan Yuanman into the river first."
“Feng Langqing backed up Nan Yuanman and threatened to call the police to arrest her, which is why she cried so hard.”
Jiang Xinxin originally thought that after returning to the Jiang family, her third uncle would stand with her against the outside world and help her push all the blame onto Nan Yuanman. She never expected that he would so bluntly tell the truth, and her crying stopped for a moment.
When Ge Peiyao heard Jiang Chuyun say this, she thought she had misheard and asked incredulously, "What did you say? Xinxin, push Yuanman into the river?"
Jiang Chuyun nodded solemnly: "Yes."
"How could this be?" Ge Peiyao looked at Jiang Xinxin in her arms in disbelief. Jiang Xinxin had been so well-behaved and obedient since she was little. How could she... do such a thing? Xinxin, is what your third uncle said true?
"It's not true!" Jiang Xinxin nervously clenched her fingers, instinctively lying and trying to explain, "It's... it's because I lost my balance and accidentally fell, which is why I pushed Nan Yuanman. I didn't push her on purpose."
"Then why did you say that Nanmanyuan pushed you into the river?" Jiang Chuyun asked in a serious voice.
He discovered that his niece, whom he had watched grow up, was not as innocent and naive as she appeared on the surface.
"I...I..." Jiang Xinxin's face flushed red, unable to utter a word of explanation. She simply kicked her legs and burst into loud sobs: "I don't know! I want my mommy, waaaaaah!!"
"Why are you crying?" Just then, Jiang Tianzong walked in from outside. Hearing Jiang Xinxin crying, he frowned irritably and spoke in a deep voice.
"Dad." When Jiang Chuyun saw Jiang Tianzong, she subconsciously stood up and greeted him, and honestly recounted the friction that had occurred between Jiang Xinxin and him and Nan Yuanman on the children's variety show.
Jiang Tianzong was worried about how to find an excuse to get close to Nan Yuanman. After all, because of Bai Wenyin, her relationship with the Jiang family was very strained, and the Feng family was keeping a close eye on her. If he tried to play the emotional card, the Feng family would not let them get close to her.
Unexpectedly, a ready-made excuse has come knocking on their door. Sure enough, God still favors the Jiang family.
Jiang Tianzong concealed the dark glint in his eyes and looked seriously at Jiang Xinxin, who was hiding in Ge Peiyao's arms in fear: "Xinxin, what did Grandpa teach you before? If you do something wrong, you should bravely admit it instead of making excuses."
"Tomorrow, you'll come with me to the Feng family to find your sister Yuanman and apologize to her!"
Jiang Xinxin dared to cause trouble in front of Ge Peiyao and her uncles, but she dared not cause trouble in front of Jiang Tianzong, because she knew that Jiang Tianzong would not tolerate her.
She looked at Ge Peiyao expectantly, sobbing, hoping she would speak up for her. She didn't want to apologize to Nan Yuanman; that would be too embarrassing.
Ge Peiyao hesitated for a moment, but finally said, "Listen to your grandfather."
Nan Yuanman is no longer the child without any backing she used to be; she has the Feng family, a family she cannot afford to offend.
More than anything, she wanted to see Nan Yuanman and ask Bai Wenying more questions.
A hint of resentment flashed in Jiang Xinxin's eyes. She hated Nan Yuanman completely and was also extremely dissatisfied with Ge Peiyao and Jiang Tianzong, but she dared not show it. She nodded, sobbing, "I...I know."
at the same time.
Just as Nan Yuanman boarded the plane, Jiang Lixuan, who had rushed over, finally found Baihu Village. He found Feng Langqing, only to hear the devastating news from him that Nan Yuanman had already returned.
Feng Langqing was already upset because his child had been snatched away. When he saw Jiang Lixuan arrive, he crossed his arms and sneered, "Your Jiang family is really something. You're both nominal uncles, yet one of you is desperately bullying Yuanman, while the other is pretending to be nice to her."
"What, are you playing the good cop/bad cop game?"
Jiang Lixuan's face flushed red: "I didn't..."
He genuinely wanted Yuanman to be well.
"Jiang Lixuan, if you truly love Yuanman, then all of you Jiang family members should stop bothering her in front of her from now on." Feng Langqing said this without any politeness, and then closed the door to see the guests out.
Jiang Lixuan stood at the door, took a deep breath, wearily rubbed his aching temples, pursed his lips, and turned to leave in a hurry.
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On the helicopter.
Nan Yuanman, wearing noise-canceling headphones, leaned against the window, curiously gazing at the scenery below, occasionally letting out a "wow"—it was her first time on an airplane! She wished her grandfather were here too.
Feng Xingchi was mentally prepared for Nan Yuanman to cry and fuss, but he didn't expect this little dumpling to be more sensible than he imagined. She hasn't cried or fussed since boarding the plane, and has just been looking at the scenery outside the window with curiosity, which has made him feel much more relaxed.
Feng Xingchi rested his chin on one hand, squinting as he looked at Nan Yuanman. The five-year-old child was still five heads tall, and perhaps because Nan Yuanman hadn't been getting enough nutrition before, she looked shorter and thinner than her peers.
However, her face was chubby, like a freshly baked bun.
It seems that Feng Langqing isn't entirely useless; at least he's raised this child to be quite chubby.
As he watched, Feng Xingchi suddenly felt an indescribable fatigue well up inside him. His chest felt as if a large stone was pressing down on it, making him feel extremely heavy. His breathing became rapid and difficult, and his body temperature dropped sharply, causing him to shiver involuntarily.
What happened?
Feng Xingchi felt a wave of dizziness. He frowned, rubbed his forehead, and gently shook his head.
Is it because I've been staying up late these past few days? Suddenly, I feel really unwell...
Nan Yuanman sensed the chilling aura emanating from behind him. Turning around, he saw Feng Xingchi's entire face enveloped in black aura, and the flame on his right shoulder gradually weakening.
Nan Yuanman Baozi's face turned serious, and she quickly took out a talisman from her small satchel and stuffed it into his hand with her short little hand.
But at that moment, the helicopter, which had been running exceptionally smoothly, suddenly began to shake violently!
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