??Chapter 1240: Chapter 1241: Selfish to the Extre
Chapter 1240: Chapter 1241: Selfish to the Extre
“I heard,” Fong Jianye is fervently pursuing Du Jinruo, and that woman, Du Jinruo, has actually more than once publicly spoken up for ng Xinian. Implying that ng Xinian is a gentleman who keeps his word, and since he has a child betrothal with you, no matter what kind of person you are, he will honor the marriage promise. I despise it. Are they saying that ng Xinian’s commitnt to you is rely a promise without genuine sentint? Now I see what kind of woman she is. You are really beset on all sides; take care, treasure yourself.”
Wang Yi’s letter was very detailed, reporting almost everything that had recently happened in the Capital City, and the words conveyed a sense of injustice on Chiang Xiao’s behalf, full of concern for her.
When Chiang Xiao received this letter, her work as a teacher was drawing to a close.
Liu Guoying hadn’t found any signs of alterations in the mural, but he had also noticed the hairpin.
He kept on praising it, saying that the purple sandalwood hairpin was extraordinary at first glance, and perhaps, this hairpin was the treasure to be offered.
So, what Xiao Cai and the others submitted in their report, was this very hairpin.
As long as they didn’t find it odd, as long as they didn’t associate the treasure with the brush, didn’t relate it to the painting, Chiang Xiao sighed with relief.
The replication work on this mural went quite smoothly.
Liu Guoying painted very well, and the parts assigned to Chiang Xiao, she completed excellently too.
Professor Liu Hanqing also ca, and after seeing their work, he was very satisfied. With this period on their resu, both Liu Guoying and Chiang Xiao would add a very impressive entry.
Maybe it was because there are no days or months in the mountains, but by the ti they finished their work and descended, Chiang Baohe had already been executed so days before.
I heard that Zou Xiaoling was sentenced to twenty years.
These three people—two dead and one with a lengthy sentence—it’s hard to know what to say.
Chiang Xiao and the others didn’t return to Siyang Village.
Ge Dejun and his group picked an auspicious day, and the No. 17 Old Mansion they bought for Chiang Xiao also began reconstruction.
After such a month passed, although there were still people in town talking about the Chiang Baohe and Yu Chunyu case, there were fewer of them.
People tend to forget quickly.
However, Chiang Xiao did encounter Yao Cong in the town.
Chiang Xiao chatted with him for a while, talking about the Old Chiang Family, and Yao Cong just shook his head and sighed.
“I thought that Uncle Songtao and the others would be very sad.”
Chiang Xiao raised an eyebrow slightly, sowhat puzzled.
Wasn’t that the case?
Yao Cong said, “Yesterday, I was in the fields, and I heard him humming opera tunes.”
“Ah?”
Humming opera tunes?
His second son just got shot, and Chiang Songtao could already hum tunes?
Chiang Xiao also found it sowhat unbelievable.
Yao Cong nodded and said, “My uncle told
in secret that the old couple has probably been tornted by Chiang Baohe for so ti, and now that he’s gone, it’s actually a relief for them.”
Chiang Xiao was speechless.
But when she thought about it carefully, it wasn’t impossible.
Originally, Chiang Songtao and Ho Laidi had always hoped Chiang Baohe could move to the town, to push him off to Zou Xiaoling, so they wouldn’t have to deal with him anymore.
But thinking about it, this old couple’s nature truly was extrely selfish.
Regarding their own brother, and so for their own son.
A son who was a burden, who could no longer bring them glory and hope, his death was a release.
“However,” Yao Cong looked at Chiang Xiao and cautioned her again, “I think you should try to avoid going back there during this period. Keep away from them; I’m afraid they’ll always find a chance to blackmail you.”
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