Beijing, Jiang Conghe returned home with a dark expression, his face as black as the bottom of a pot. Upon entering the living room, he heard Lu Shufen shouting and scolding.
"We raised you all these years, and you talk like this, do you have any conscience? Huh? Who is forcing you to die? If we wanted to kill you, why would we waste all our efforts over the years?"
Jiang Conghe furrowed his brow, turned the corner of the living room past the yellow pearwood screen depicting the Magu offering longevity, only to see her on the phone, yelling into the receiver, with a handkerchief in her other hand, wiping away tears.
One didn't need to guess who was on the phone—it could only be that stubborn daughter of theirs. Who else could it be?
Seeing his wife crying and sobbing made the anger inside Jiang Conghe even greater. Just that day, he had a confrontation with Ning Gang, exchanging veiled jabs, all because of that infamous Qi Taiguo.
