Qin Nan: "Don't they also have a daughter?"
Bai Hao: "If we frame Chen Qizhu for having an extramarital affair, then Yang Zizhong will retain custody of the child, and his reputation will only be better."
Qin Nan: "This guy is sick! He didn't cherish his good lover and murdered him, and now he's so heartless even after meeting a good wife!"
Bai Hao: "Yang Zizhong originally arranged for people to set up Chen Qizhu, but he stopped temporarily because he saw Sun Wen. He was too busy to take care of anything else."
Qin Nan: "But Yang Zizhong only has mental problems and is being treated in the hospital. He's not dead. How can his property be considered to have been returned to Chen Qizhu?"
Bai Hao: "Because they are husband and wife, legally married, Chen Qizhu has the right to use all of Yang Zizhong's property. As for shares and such, have you ever been to a mental hospital?"
Qin Nan: "I'm perfectly normal, of course I haven't been there!"
Bai Hao: "For real mental patients, it's a good place for treatment, but for normal people, it's worse than death. Moreover, Chen Qizhu asked someone to take special care of him. I imagine Yang Zizhong must be wishing he were dead inside."
In general, mental hospitals treat patients who intend to self-harm or commit suicide with straitjackets and sedatives. In severe cases, they are strapped to a bed. Although they receive special care, they are practically in a vegetative state. Oh, of course, they can speak, but unfortunately, no one will believe them.
Qin Nan: "Uh, this..."
"Oh, and also, he had a great night at the villa, he'll probably have nightmares every night for a long time." Bai Hao smiled, put the bracelet into the brocade box, and took the empty plate and the brocade box back to the backyard.
Qin Nan stood at the door, thinking about what Bai Hao had said. Yang Zizhong had ruined the lives of two women because of his desires and ambitions, and now he would have to suffer torment every day in a dark place to atone for his sins until the end of his life.
Qin Nan turned to look at the grape trellis corridor, and he suddenly understood what Chen Qizhu had said.
"Yes, everything is fine, except..."
But no one is there to keep me company at dusk, and no one asks if my porridge is warm.
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