The car swayed slightly, and Qin Yunlang leaned on Qiao Zhixia's shoulder and slowly fell asleep.

After he fell asleep, she gently laid his head on her legs. She stroked his features, felt his steady breathing, and enjoyed the warmth and tranquility of the moment.

There are still tough battles to fight...

Before dinner in the evening, the old man, who had just retired on the first day, set up a mahjong table and asked his son and daughter-in-law to play a few rounds with him.

There was one person missing, and Qiao Zhixia, who was playing games with her son, was called over to fill in the number, but... she didn't know how to do it.

The old man was surprised. "I've never met anyone who can play Mahjong. You're too gentle. Feng Jiao, you should teach your daughter-in-law more and learn this skill as soon as possible."

"Zhizhi is so busy. She has to go to school, manage the company, and take care of the children. I feel sorry for her."

"This shows that you have found a good daughter-in-law. Yunlang is also blessed..."

Qiao Zhixia listened to the constant compliments coming from the mahjong table. No matter how thick-skinned she was, she still blushed. In the end, she simply sat next to Ruan Fengjiao to see how they played the cards.

After Qin Yunlang dealt with the affairs at home, it was time for dinner.

At the dinner table, Qiao Zhixia once again mentioned asking her father to sell the U.S. stocks as soon as possible.

"Grandpa, I'm not scaremongering you. The U.S. stock market does have huge risks. If you follow my advice, you may lose everything."

The men in the Qin family began to realize that Qiao Zhixia was not attacking without purpose.

Master Qin thought for a moment, then turned to Qin Yunlang and said, "I'll leave all the stocks and funds in my house to you! Xiao Qiao said that I can stay, so you decide!"

Qin Yunlang smiled, "I understand, Grandpa..."

"I still have some U.S. stocks in my pocket, let's sell them all!" The speaker was Qin Li. Ever since he knew that Qiao Zhixia was the girl who had been kind to Qin Yunlang after he was released, he had always trusted her.

"Have you sent anyone to investigate those photos?" the old man suddenly asked Qin Yunlang.

"I've already arranged to go. Although the woman in the photo doesn't have a frontal view, the faces of several men are very clear. But from their faces..."

Ruan Fengjiao suddenly said, "I have also carefully looked at those photos. From the side, she does look like Zhizhi, but the reason why she doesn't show a clear frontal face must be that she is deliberately hiding the truth. I guess it's because this woman's front face looks too similar to Zhizhi, but she still overlooked one problem, that is the hairline."

As she spoke, she took out the photos that showed her hairline and placed them on the table.

"The woman in the photo has a distinctly rounded hairline, and Chichi has a widow's peak. This woman may have deliberately imitated Chichi's appearance through makeup, but she ignored the problem of her hairline."

After Ruan Fengjiao finished her analysis, everyone's eyes turned to the widow's peak on Qiao Zhixia's forehead. Comparing them, there was indeed a clear difference between her and the woman in the photo.

"I think I already know who this woman is." Qin Yunlang said after pondering for a moment.

Qiao Zhixia nodded, "I guessed it too."

"No matter who it is, find out and deal with him severely!" the old man said sternly.

Qiao Zhixia leaned over and took Ruan Fengjiao's arm, smiling and said, "Mom, you trust me so much because you realized from the beginning that this woman was me, right?"

Ruan Feng hesitated, "That's right, you two made too much noise at night. Often I would wake up after a nap and you guys were still not at peace... I believe you still have the energy to go out and deal with this."

After Qiao Zhixia understood what she meant when she heard it, she was so embarrassed that she wanted to dig a hole and bury her face on the spot, but she forgot to shoot a vicious look at the culprit.

Qin Yunlang held the cup in his hand and lowered his eyes, as if smiling but not smiling, avoiding her gaze.

“Hahaha… young people have all been through this, it’s understandable, it’s understandable…” The old man saw that the atmosphere was awkward and immediately tried to smooth things over.

Qin Li was very happy that his son was physically strong, but he didn't know what to say and just gave a dry laugh.

Seeing that the atmosphere was becoming increasingly awkward, Ruan Fengjiao hurriedly added, "The most important thing is that since you came to Hong Kong City, you have been under my and Yunlang's eyes all the time. Unless you create a clone, how can you have the chance to go out and mess around?"

The topic was successfully changed, and the old man continued: "Yunlang should also take some time to take Xiaoqiao to various places in Hong Kong City. He should focus on his work and not neglect his family."

"Grandpa is right. I have already made arrangements. I will take them out for some fun in the next few days."

Qiao Zhixia was also thinking of asking Qin Yunlang to take her to visit the major food department stores in Hong Kong City. She wanted to see how Jingyang's products were selling here.

The first room was full of joy, but the second room was in chaos...

Qin Jichen was willing to stay in his smoky home and prepare to return to the band to continue the tour, but his parents and eldest brother were in jail, and there was no man at home.

What’s more, what the second wife did this time completely chilled the old man’s heart, and he had already “exiled” the second wife.

The power of the Qin family has been transferred to the eldest house. If they want to make a living in the eldest house, they have to rely on Qin Jichen to come forward.

Because Qin Jichen knew everything about Qin Yunlang and his father's affairs, and the relationship between him and Qin Yunlang had always been good.

Just like Qin Jichen's unintentional joke at the beginning, Qin Yunlang killed all the members of the second branch only for Qin Jichen's sake.

Qin Jichen looked at his crying mother, his noisy nephew and his sister-in-law who was about to get a divorce. How ironic!

"Achen, let's stay here! We need you at home now..." Shen Yiman's gentle voice calmed his impatience.

"Are you really willing to stay for me?" Qin Jichen knew that Shen Yiman, like him, had a soul that loved freedom, and how uncomfortable it would be to trap her in the family grievances.

"Achen, as long as I can be with you, I will be happy even if it means being imprisoned in a cage." Shen Yiman said sympathetically.

Qin Jichen was very moved: "Manman, I'm glad to have you."

At this moment, he felt that he was the happiest man in the world.

"Third Master, it's all right..." A servant ran in hurriedly. Before the two people who were hugging each other could separate, a group of bodyguards from the Qin family's old house rushed in from outside the door.

"Third Master, the old master told you to take Miss Shen Xiao to the old house immediately."

Qin Jichen understood clearly and didn't notice the panic in Shen Yiman's eyes at all.

The two were "invited" to the old house.

As soon as she entered the room, Shen Yiman was frightened by the blindfolded men who were forced to kneel on the ground, but she still followed Qin Jichen.

Qin Jichen looked at the old man and Qin Yunlang sitting beside him, confused: "What's wrong with these people? What are they doing here?"

Qin Yunlang looked at Qin Jichen's clear yet foolish eyes, and suddenly felt a little bit of sympathy for him. At Qin Yunlang's signal, those embarrassing photos were stuffed into Qin Jichen's head.

The more Qin Jichen looked at it, the darker his face became, and the more his breathing became disordered. When he saw the woman in the photo pressing the man's head against her chest with an expression of enjoyment on her face, he finally held back.

He suddenly turned to look at Shen Yiman, "Manman, this is you, right?"

"Yes..." Shen Yiman shook her head.

Qin Jichen's tense heartstrings slowly relaxed. He turned his gaze to Qiao Zhixia next to Qin Yunlang. Although he said nothing, it seemed as if he had said everything.

"Yes, yes, why don't we let them identify them?" Qin Yunlang raised his chin and tore off the black cloths on the eyes of several men.

After the men adjusted to the light, they looked around the room in panic and quickly recognized Shen Yiman. They rushed to accuse her:

"It's her! There's no doubt about it. There's a big black mole on her right thigh."

"Yes, yes, yes... She also has two wreath tattoos on her fingers..."