The two people in the room looked at each other in silence, and "rolled" down without stopping.
The noise downstairs continued.
Lu Qingyi finally got hold of her stepson's weakness. She felt very confident and straightened her back more than ever before, shouting at her wealthy husband.
"Open your eyes and take a good look! Am I right?"
"I told you a long time ago that he has problems, but you still don't believe me! I have seen Chengcheng grow up. Don't I know what kind of personality he has?"
"His personality changed drastically after he came back from the hospital. He was superstitious at home all day and he was not quiet at school. He sold his amulet. Do you think your son would do such a thing?"
"At the hospital, the doctor only said he had a mild concussion. I've never heard of a concussion causing amnesia!"
"He just wants our family's money and status! Look at how he behaves every time he eats. He even picks up the food that falls on the ground and eats it, just like a beggar who hasn't eaten in several lifetimes. How can he be a young master?"
The “beggar” who just walked downstairs: “…………”
It would be fine to say that he is always very active when eating, but when has he ever picked up food that fell on the ground?
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But when he saw Lu Qingyi with her hands on her hips, with a confident look on her face that said, "What I say has solid evidence and I'm not afraid of your refutation," he had no choice but to recall it carefully in his mind.
Oh, there was one time when he was having breakfast and he accidentally dropped an egg on the ground. He picked it up, peeled it and ate it. Several people at the table did look at him strangely, but he didn't care.
But... can this also be a point to attack him?
Jing Cheng thought helplessly that if he disliked someone, even the other person's breathing would be wrong - and now he had become the target of public criticism.
Jing Zhensong was holding the report and the death certificate in his hands, thinking seriously. The veins on his forehead throbbed as he listened to Lu Qingyi's endless accusations. When he saw Jing Cheng and Jing Yue coming downstairs, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and got angry at Lu Qingyi: "Shut up!"
The intimidating power of the head of the family's anger was still very strong, and years of obedience made Lu Qingyi shut up reflexively.
Jing Zhensong was very satisfied with himself for maintaining his dignity as the head of the family. He turned to look at the person who had just come down from upstairs and said, "You heard everything just now, right? Now explain to me, what's going on?"
Jing Cheng noticed that the servants of the Jing residence were hiding at the corner of the corridor and peeking in this direction.
Jing Yue looked at Jing Zhensong, then at Jing Cheng, her face wrinkled into a bun. What on earth were her father and third brother talking about?
Lu Qingyi played the role of the "evil stepmother" to perfection. She stood aside with her arms crossed, with the words "gloating" written all over her face.
Jing Cheng really didn't understand what she was so proud of. Could it be that seeing him in trouble was good for Lu Qingyi? After thinking for a long time, he could only attribute the reason to the fact that stepmother and stepson were a pair of unsolvable contradictions.
Jing Cheng stood in front of everyone with an open mind, looking directly at the head of the Jing family who was standing in front of him.
This was the first time he faced up to his "cheap father". Some of Jing's businesses were overseas, so he had to fly around the world every now and then. Moreover, Jing Zhensong had the common problem of rich men. He had a lot of fun outside and seldom returned to the Jing residence.
Jing Cheng met him once after he came back from the hospital, and that was also in a hurry.
Father Jing is less than fifty years old this year, which is the prime of a man's life. He has a full forehead, a straight nose bridge, a plump nose tip, and big, thick ears, which is a typical face of a person with a rich family heritage and great fortune. The full servant palace (the area on both sides of the chin), a thick chin, and bright eyes indicate that he is a man of courage and leadership. This kind of person should have a high status in society, and will gain both fame and fortune in his later years.
Moreover, the philtrum of Jing's father is deep and the color of the palace of children is bright, which shows that his descendants are virtuous and filial, and his future generations are promising and can enjoy family happiness.
But, a man who could raise a son as scoundrel as Yuan Jingcheng shouldn't have such a facial expression, right?
What surprised Jingcheng even more was that he could actually tell the other person's kinship with himself from his facial features, which was very interesting.
He remembered that someone had said before that the descendants of the Jing family in Taiyin Mountain switched to business. Could it be that Jing's father was a descendant of his clan?
Jing Cheng's mind was racing with thoughts, but his face showed no sign of it. He just calmly admitted his identity: "I am indeed not Jing Cheng."
"Then tell me, who are you? Why do you look so much like my son?" Jing Zhensong's expression became serious, and he stared at his expression closely, and said word by word, "Also, did my son's death have anything to do with you?"
There was a burst of quiet laughter at the corner of the corridor. The servants stopped working and all leaned over to watch the gossip.
Only a hunched figure hiding in the dark suddenly trembled. She took a few quick breaths, stared at the back in the middle of the hall, her lips trembling, as if she couldn't believe the information she heard.
The person next to her saw that she looked like she was about to faint, so he approached her, patted her shoulder, and asked with concern, "How are you? Are you okay?"
The hunched figure's shoulders twitched, and he came to his senses and shook his head violently: "It's okay, I'm fine... No, I'm in trouble!"
"He's not the second young master? Impossible..." She lowered her head and asked herself, biting her nails tremblingly, trying to convince herself nervously, "He is lying, they are all lying to me, he deserves to die, damn it..."
As she spoke, she raised her head and glared fiercely at the young man who was standing upright not far away. She wished her eyes could turn into a knife and cut the man into pieces.
The people around her were startled by her sudden change of expression. They saw her saying something crazy, so they cursed her as a "lunatic" and quickly walked away.
Jing Yue held the stair handrail with one hand and tightly grasped the hem of her shirt with the other hand, looking at Jing Cheng nervously.
What's going on? Isn't Jing Cheng her third brother?
Jing Cheng sighed: "This is a long story, but right now there is something more important, which should be related to your son's death."
Father Jing asked suspiciously, "What do you want to say?"
"To be honest, I was there on the day of the explosion, and I heard the three kidnappers say that there was a woman in your family who conspired with them to kidnap me. They kidnapped me because I looked like the second young master," Jing Cheng recalled. "The woman gave them the second young master's itinerary for that day, so they were able to ambush him so successfully. Later, they called to ask for a ransom, but the woman refused to pay, saying, 'It's up to them to kill or chop me up.'"
Hearing this, Lu Qingyi's face twisted. Great, this little beast is so cruel! He actually waited for her here!
Hearing this, Jing Yue turned to look at Lu Qingyi in shock: "Mom, it was you—" who kidnapped her second brother?
"Shut up!" Lu Qingyi interrupted her abruptly, and looked at Jing Zhensong with a tearful expression, "It's not me! You know me, I raised Chengcheng, how could I do anything to hurt him? He must be taking revenge on me for exposing his identity, right! Otherwise he would have said it long ago, why wait until now?"
After hearing what Jing Cheng said, Jing's father's first reaction was to doubt Lu Qingyi, but after hearing Lu Qingyi's explanation, the doubt on his face eased a little.
Jing Yue who was observing silently at the side: "..." Her mother is worthy of being the best actress, her acting skills are indeed superb!
Jing Cheng was speechless. When did he say it was Lu Qingyi? How could someone actually label himself as the murderer?
"The reason I waited until now to tell you is because I just confirmed the identity of that person today." Jing Cheng didn't want to keep them in suspense. He raised his chin towards the corner of the corridor not far away and said, "You should have heard who is hiding there."
"I want to know, what grudge do you have against the Second Young Master that makes you want to kill him again and again?"
What does it mean again and again?
The three members of the Jing family were all stunned and looked in the direction he pointed.
The shadow hiding in the corner moved and seemed to hesitate.
After a long while, the hunched figure slowly came into everyone's sight.
She was wearing the uniform of a servant of the Jing family. She was thin, had gray hair, and her face was covered with deep wrinkles and age spots. She walked unsteadily, giving people the impression that she was about to die.
After seeing the person's face clearly, Lu Qingyi was very surprised: "Why is it you?"
Jing Zhensong looked at her for a moment, frowned and asked, "Who is she? Do we have a servant this old in our family?"
Jing Yue whispered, "She is Aunt Zhang, and she is not even 45 years old this year."
Aunt Zhang raised her head stiffly and looked at Jing Cheng with a complicated look: "Why... do you know?"
Her question was not clear, but Jing Cheng understood it clearly. She was asking how he knew about the curse.
Jing Cheng smiled and said, "Because I am a heavenly master."
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The author has something to say:
The winner of the Best Mom Award in this article: Jing Yue.
There is a reason why Aunt Zhang is so old.
Thanks to little angel Tang Baisui for the nutrient solution, I’m happy!
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