"If you can't make money, come home with me. Before I came here, I met your cousin in Yuyuan County. Your cousin is smart. What's the big deal if I can't sleep with a woman? I can just let others sleep with me and pay them. When I have money, I can find a woman who won't bring bad luck to her husband." Yuan Sixi was obviously quite proud of this when he talked about it. After living for more than 40 years, Yuan Sixi had never thought that there would be such a solution. It seems that people in big cities are smarter.
"Bullshit!" Zhou Yuanyuan's face turned pale in an instant. She bit her lips tightly with her teeth, and despair flashed across her face.
"What are you talking about? You idiot bitch! Your family has already said they won't care about you. A married woman is like spilled water. I bought you with my own money, so you have to do whatever I want you to do!" Yuan Sixi couldn't help but feel proud whenever he thought about making a fortune. After Zhou Yuanyuan ran away, Yuan Sixi went to Zhou Chunping's house in Zhoujia Village to make a scene, demanding the return of his 500 yuan betrothal gift. Zhou Chunping and Wu Jinfeng said the money couldn't be returned. They gave Yuan Sixi 10 yuan and an address, saying that someone in the village had seen Zhou Yuanyuan in H City and told Yuan Sixi to handle it himself.
After Yuan Sixi arrived in Yuyuan County by bus, he "coincidentally" met Zhou Miaomiao, who was married in Yuyuan County, at the station. Zhou Miaomiao gave him this idea.
"Don't worry, you stupid bitch. When we get back to the village, I'll find you a few lovers. You can make money just by loosening your pants every day. How cool is that? That old bitch, Eighth Uncle, is dead. Who else in the village will support you?" The more Yuan Sixi spoke, the more he felt that his idea was a good one.
"Bah! Don't even think about it!" Zhou Yuanyuan was so angry that she spat on Yuan Sixi's face.
"You damn bitch, you're so shameless! I'm going to beat you to death!" Yuan Sixi raised his sleeve to wipe the saliva off his face. He raised his leg in anger and kicked Zhou Yuanyuan, hitting her in the stomach.
Zhou Yuanyuan bent over in pain.
Yuan Sixi didn't let her go. He grabbed Zhou Yuanyuan's hair and yelled, "Did you hear me? Go quit your job this afternoon, take your salary and go home with me. Otherwise, I'll break your legs and tie you back. Anyway, Er Laizi and his men don't mind lame women as long as they can have sex with them."
Zhou Yuanyuan raised her head with a sad look on her face.
Seeing that Zhou Yuanyuan didn't say anything, Yuan Sixi became even angrier and slapped Zhou Yuanyuan in the face.
Suddenly, Zhou Yuanyuan stood up, lowered her head and rushed towards Yuan Sixi, knocking Yuan Sixi upside down.
Zhou Yuanyuan continued to run and instantly rushed to the fence on the roof. Zhou Yuanyuan stretched her legs and climbed up the fence.
"You bitch, what are you doing?" Yuan Sixi's face turned ugly. This was the 18th floor. If Zhou Yuanyuan jumped from here, she would definitely be smashed into a meat patty.
"Pah!" Zhou Yuanyuan turned around, spat at Yuan Sixi fiercely, then turned around and jumped down.
Yuan Sixi was stunned. He didn't expect Zhou Yuanyuan to dare to jump like that. His money! His money was just... gone?
"No! Yuanyuan!" Wen Ziqing screamed. His heart ached, as if it had been ripped out alive. His Yuanyuan, his little girl, didn't jump. Just wait a few more days, and he would be back in H City to save her.
Wen Ziqing watched as Zhou Yuanyuan floated down the building like a butterfly, as if in slow motion. A loud bang followed, and blood splattered on the ground.
"Yuanyuan, Yuanyuan, ah!!!" Wen Ziqing screamed, the anger in his heart overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.
Yuan Sixi, I want you dead! Zhou Chunping, Wu Jinfeng, Zhou Miaomiao, I want you all dead!
Wen Ziqing's mind was filled with this thought: that man, Zhou Yuanyuan's "husband" in her past life, was actually the murderer who forced her to jump to her death? Her accomplices were Zhou Yuanyuan's "relatives" from her past life. Wen Ziqing hated himself for not taking care of these scumbags when he snatched Zhou Yuanyuan's urn from the mall.
Yuanyuan in his previous life died so unjustly! If he hadn't gone on that mission, he would definitely have been able to save Zhou Yuanyuan. Yuanyuan, his Yuanyuan...
Wen Ziqing burst into tears.
Wu Xiuli walked to Wen Ziqing's door and heard Wen Ziqing's moans coming from inside the door. A satisfied smile appeared on her face.
In Wu Xiuli's heart, Wen Ziqing was a thorn in her side, a thorn that would tear her apart at the slightest provocation. Whenever she saw Wen Ziqing, Wu Xiuli would think of Cao Aimei, who shared Wen Ziqing's identical almond-shaped eyes. Cao Yumei, the master of medicine, the radiant Cao Yumei in everyone's eyes. Whenever she thought of Cao Aimei, Wu Xiuli would recall how she had "married" Wen Yulong in the first place. While Wu Xiuli hadn't been responsible for Cao Aimei's death, it was nonetheless heavily influenced by the exposure of their affair.
If the incident between Wen Yulong and Wu Xiuli had not been such a huge shock to Cao Aimei, she would not have suffered postpartum hemorrhage and died just like that.
Wen Ziqing's existence reminds Wu Xiuli all the time that she is a mistress who stole her friend's husband.
When Wen Ziqing was a child, Wu Xiuli abused him with cold violence. She would destroy anything Wen Ziqing liked. If killing someone meant going to jail, Wu Xiuli would have wanted to kill Wen Ziqing herself.
After Wen Yulong sent Wen Ziqing to live with his parents, Wu Xiuli, no longer facing him daily, finally put him out of her mind. As Wen Ziqing grew older, Wu Xiuli felt a chill run down her spine every time she saw him. Wen Ziqing was too cold, like a block of frozen ice, unkind to anyone. What reassured Wu Xiuli was that Wen Ziqing wasn't just cold to her; he treated all members of the Wen family with an icy coldness.
Wu Xiuli took advantage of Wen Ziqing's quiet personality and spared no effort to discredit Wen Ziqing in front of Wen Yulong. Over the years, Wen Yulong's heart has always been on Wu Xiuli and her two children, which Wu Xiuli has always been proud of.
Although Wen Ziqing was cold, he had no hostility towards the Wen family. He was just indifferent to everything, indifferent to Wu Xiuli and Wen Yulong.
When Wen Ziqing came back this time, Wu Xiuli felt that he had changed, and she sensed murderous intent in Wen Ziqing.
Humph! He must be sick. It would be best if he died! It would save me from getting my hands dirty.
Wu Xiuli ignored the moans coming from the door and turned back downstairs.
"Ziqing, are you okay?" Feng Xueying saw Wu Xiuli coming down with a sour face and thought that Wu Xiuli was angry with Wen Ziqing.
"It's okay, I'm fine." Wu Xiuli replied, but turned around and rolled her eyes secretly where Feng Xueying couldn't see. The old woman just said nice things. If you really care about your eldest grandson, can't you just go upstairs and check on him?
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