Chen Lan's eyes were covered with blood and she couldn't open them. Pig's blood dripped down the hem of her shirt and all over the floor.
Qin Qiheng heard the noise, put down the newspaper and walked out. When he saw the scene in front of the door, he was so shocked that his face turned black.
The woman holding the washbasin in both hands outside the door was in her forties, with fashionable curly hair and pretty features, but her face was pale and ferocious.
Behind the woman stood a man who looked young but inexplicably haggard and decadent.
Qin Qiheng felt that this couple looked somewhat familiar, as if they were the parents of Qin Zhenzhen's high school classmates.
That’s right, they are Qiao Zhenggang’s parents.
After losing their only son, the Qiao couple suffered a lot. It was not until they read Qiao Zhenggang's suicide note that they realized that their son had been murdered.
So the couple came to the door as soon as possible to seek justice for their son's death.
"You actually broke into my house in broad daylight and attacked my lover. Is there any law?" Qin Qiheng asked angrily.
"Law? The good daughter you raised killed my son and still got away with it. Has the law ever governed her?" Mother Qiao smashed the enamel basin in her hand towards Qin Qiheng.
The porcelain basin fell to the ground and jumped. Qin Qiheng couldn't avoid it in time, and the pig blood that had not been poured out of the basin spilled onto his trouser legs.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Who killed your son? I warn you, you have to be responsible for what you say." Although he was so angry that his lungs hurt, his status did not allow him to do anything out of line.
After all, some neighbors had gathered at the door to watch the fun.
When Qiao's mother saw the neighbors coming, she was no longer in a hurry to target the Qin couple. Instead, she turned around and distributed hundreds of copies of Qiao Zhenggang's suicide note that they had taken to the printing factory to print in advance to the neighbors one by one.
"Everyone, please take a look and help us judge... Secretary Qin's well-behaved daughter seduced my son when he was in school. My son is both a good student and has always been a student leader. But Qin Zhenzhen just didn't learn her lesson. She learned to seduce men at such a young age..."
"Shut up! Stop slandering me. When did my Zhenzhen ever seduce your son?" Chen Lan finally wiped the blood off her face. After she was able to open her mouth, she immediately defended Qin Zhenzhen.
Mother Qiao laughed coldly, her dim eyes filled with despair. "My son is dead, murdered by your vile and vicious daughter! If you feel we've wronged her, feel free to sue us! We'll fight you to the bitter end! No matter what the cost, we'll make your daughter and your Qin family suffer in Beijing."
"You are completely crazy, it's unreasonable! We don't even know your son. If you don't leave, we will report him to the police..."
As a senior intellectual, Chen Lan has been admired for most of her life, but now she is being criticized in public.
When had she ever been treated like this?
Qin Qiheng has worked hard for half his life and finally achieved his current position. He is very cautious for fear of making any mistakes.
As a result, he was blocked at his doorstep and cursed today. If this matter were to get out, it would certainly do more harm than good to his official career.
Just when the couple could no longer bear it, Chen Lan accidentally heard the three words "Qiao Zhenggang" from the Qiao couple.
The sound was like thunder in their ears, and the two men turned pale with shock.
"Your son...is Qiao Zhenggang?"
"You finally remembered? My Zhengang must have seen you when he was alive, right?" When Qiao's mother laughed, she looked like a ghost seeking revenge.
Chen Lan's heart sank suddenly and her scalp felt tight.
She thought of the love letter Qiao Zhenggang had written to Qin Zhenzhen, and a strong sense of guilt gradually swallowed up her calmness.
"You said your son died? How can this be..."
"Are you still pretending to know nothing? Your daughter killed someone, don't you feel any guilt at all?" Qiao's mother roared and slammed a printed suicide note on Qin Qiheng.
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