When Qiao Zhixia learned that Yang Shuo was actually the son of a nobleman, she couldn't help but respect him and decided on the spot to give him a little more hard work pay.

But on second thought, it seems that a family like hers doesn't care about her and her two children, right?

How about introducing him to someone?

"Brother Yang Shuo, are you married?"

"It's over..."

Qiao Zhixia was instantly deflated.

“But I left at the beginning of the year.”

Qiao Zhixia immediately revived on the spot, unable to control her emotions for a moment, "Really? Why..."

As soon as he said this, he realized that he had asked too much and his attitude was wrong, so he immediately shut up.

"I didn't have much time to spend with her, so... I got divorced."

Qiao Zhixia was stunned. Seeing the unhappy and melancholy look between his brows, she always felt that there was some other deeper meaning in his words.

Is she going to say, "My condolences"?

Bah, that's not right!

"Ah~ We are all miserable people in this world!"

Yang Shuo: "I really don't know how to comfort you, but I won't say it."

Qiao Zhixia was so embarrassed that she scratched her feet. "Okay! Just concentrate on driving, the right person will be waiting for you in front..."

"Well, I think so."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Zhixia secretly glanced at the man's half-smiley profile through the rearview mirror.

This man... is a cat person.

Ever since Master Yang fell ill, Yang Shuo has been helping to drive the car to deliver goods, running back and forth between the city and Jingyang Village every day.

In addition, the orders are constantly increasing and more and more goods are needed, so one truck is no longer enough.

"Brother Yang Shuo, can you still find a car to help me deliver the goods with you? Now the demand for a car is almost insufficient."

"Okay, I'll find someone for you." Yang Shuo agreed readily.

"Thank you."

"Probably. If you hadn't helped my dad by chance, our family might have broken up." Yang Shuo said seriously.

"Is it really that serious?"

"Yes! My dad is the deputy mine manager and he must ensure safe production. If someone dies due to an accident, going to jail is the least of his worries."

After hearing this, Qiao Zhixia suddenly remembered her previous life. So many people died in the mine in her previous life, and Deputy Mine Director Yang must have been held accountable. As his son, Yang Shuo would naturally be greatly affected.

Fortunately, she changed this in this life.

After the car drove to the back door of the store and stopped steadily, Yang Shuo skillfully helped unload the goods.

Qiao Chudong would habitually prepare a towel and a cup of warm tea for him.

Qiao Zhixia's mouth has never been frowned since she jumped out of the car.

"Sister, I have good news for you."

"What good news? You're smiling like a flower." Qiao Chudong asked curiously.

"The old man finally died. You can go back with Brother Yang Shuo to have a feast in two days."

"Who did you say died?" Qiao Chudong was shocked, and anxiously wanted to confirm the old man that Qiao Zhixia mentioned. Was it the old man she guessed?

"It's Old Man Joe."

Qiao Chudong was stunned for a moment, and the resentment that had been suppressed in her heart for many years seemed to dissipate at this moment.

"You, you speak without restraint, and outsiders heard you, thinking that you were hoping for his death!"

"I was hoping he would die..."

Qiao Chudong quickly covered her sister's mouth: "Keep your voice down, just hope for it in your heart, don't say it out loud!"

"Why don't I tell it? That bad old man has lived for ten years, that's enough! I can't wait to sing and dance it out. A big evil has finally gone to the west, and the air in the world will be much fresher."

Qiao Chudong frowned and looked at Qiao Zhixia, who was not hiding her excitement. She always felt something was wrong.

She leaned close to her ear and asked in a low voice, "The old man's death has nothing to do with you, right?"

Qiao Zhixia looked innocent: "Of course it doesn't matter, it's God who wants to take him away..."

What she did was to deepen the pit by one meter in advance, fill it with more water, cover the pit with branches, and then pile up a pile of roadblocks on the original path, forcing passers-by to go around the top of the deep pit.

They carried the pesticides themselves and jumped into the pit themselves. She just found someone to guide them and dug a pit and made a trap on her own land. What's wrong with that?

Qiao Xinguo was the only one who arranged old man Qiao's funeral. Old lady Qiao and Auntie Qiao San and her son were all in the hospital taking care of Qiao San.

However, the two-day rescue and treatment cost about four hundred yuan, which almost drained their savings.

Aunt Qiao kept cursing Qiao Zhixia and Qiao Xinguo for being stingy, ungrateful, and bastards who would not help someone in need.

The old lady remained silent, which was regarded as tacit agreement.

Qiao Jinbao and Qiao Yinbao have been clamoring to go back.

"Mom, when are we going home? We are going to have a banquet tomorrow night and we want to enjoy it."

"Your father is still in danger. As sons, you should stay by his bedside. How can you think about having a feast? Besides, your grandfather risked his life to buy this feast!"

As the old lady spoke, she began to wipe away her tears.

But the two grandsons were completely unable to sympathize. Qiao Jinbao said impatiently: "We are going to have a feast. Grandpa is so old and should have died a long time ago."

"Qiao Jinbao! What nonsense are you talking about?" Aunt Qiao immediately scolded her precious son loudly.

Qiao Jinbao couldn't understand his mother's expression at all, and said to himself: "Didn't you and Dad say this? You said that after grandpa and grandma died, everyone in the house would be ours."

Aunt Qiao looked at Old Lady Qiao's unpleasant expression and felt extremely embarrassed, so she pretended to beat her eldest son.

But at this time, the second son said, "What a noise! ​​It's okay that we can't catch up with grandpa's feast, but we can still eat at dad's feast!"

"you……"

Now both the old lady and Aunt Qiao looked gloomy.

The two filial sons' words almost made them vomit blood.

At this time, Qiao Laosan's attending physician came out.

"The pesticide the patient ingested was highly toxic. Although it was diluted, it was not handled in time and the dosage was too large. Although the patient is out of danger, he has suffered irreversible damage to his nervous system."

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law obviously didn't understand, "What does this mean?"

"It means that the patient will not be able to live like a normal person for the rest of his life..."

When the family saw Qiao Lao San again, he was paralyzed on one side of his body due to a crooked mouth and eyes, and had to rely on others to take care of him when eating, drinking, defecating and urinating.

When the old lady saw her precious son in this state, she fainted on the spot.

Aunt Qiao was dumbfounded. She was over 40 years old! How could she live with her man like this?

Unlike the two women who collapsed, the two grown boys covered their mouths and tried hard to hold back their laughter.

In their opinion, their old father looked so funny...

The old man will be buried tomorrow, so Qiao Chudong took a ride with Yang Shuo today to go back for the funeral.

In the cab, neither of them spoke, and time passed little by little in silence.

Until the wheels rolled over a rock, the car body shook violently, Qiao Chudong's body tilted, and his hands accidentally rested on his legs.

The temperature of my palms instantly became boiling hot.

"...Sorry...I'm sorry!" She sat up straight in a hurry and apologized repeatedly.

"It's my problem." Yang Shuo comforted softly.

After another brief silence, he finally found a topic: "Do you remember what happened when we were deskmates? On the first day, you drew a three-line on the desk to emphasize that neither of us could cross the line. One time, your hair swung to my side, so I cut it off."

Yang Shuo's words opened up a beautiful memory of Qiao Chudong:

"Remember, later you stole your father's pen and gave it to me to apologize to me, and your father chased you and beat you up in school as a result."

"Yes! I was very ignorant at that time, but I was very happy..."