Song Qitang's heart trembled, and he clenched the doorknob tightly. His lowered eyes were filled with blood red, making his cheeks look horribly pale.

"Like a street rat hiding from south to north, thinking it can hide the ugly things it has done?"

Ye Kaifeng said coldly, "Fortunately, you are not Third Brother's real fiancée. You cuckolded him and was caught and raped in bed by him. How can you be compared with Qin Wan? You are so beautiful but you are so ruined."

"Why should I compare myself with the dead for Jiang Yanxing?"

Song Qitang asked disapprovingly, straightening his slumped spine immediately, "You all admit that Jiang Yanxing has one foot in both boats, why should I have to hang myself from the crooked neck tree?"

Ye Kaifeng was speechless and looked into her frozen eyes, "So you are so peaceful that you want to kill Qin Wan? They say you hate because of love, but if you really love Third Brother, you won't sleep in someone else's bed."

"Don't you understand the point? Ever since the Song family was defeated by Jiang Yanxing, I have drawn a clear line with him."

Song Qitang's pale lips slowly formed a sarcastic smile, and his black pupils were as cold as snow pools, "I don't want Jiang Yanxing, he has no right to criticize me, and it's not your turn to point fingers."

"According to the express provisions of the law, even tenants can receive corresponding compensation for demolition. Mr. Ye should not be self-inflicted by asking the media to publicize the transformation of urban villages."

There was a shadow in her beautiful eyes, except that her face was pale and there was no other abnormality, "Excuse me."

Ye Kaifeng wanted to be sarcastic again, but invisible dust fell from the door.

"The little bitch is not only sharp-tongued but also shameless."

He kicked his feet on the bench and took out his cell phone to call Jiang Yanxing.

Jiang Yanxing was probably busy socializing, so the beep sounded several times before he answered, "I'll give you ten seconds."

"Third brother, do you know where Song Qitang lives? I met her in the hospital. She lives in the village in the city! She was the one who slept with you that night... hello?"

The beep ruthlessly cut off Ye Kaifeng's complaints. He was stunned and looked at the call time.

No more, no less, exactly ten seconds.

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The dream came back, and Song Qitang's soul seemed to be trapped in an old-fashioned camera for an instant.

Like a zombie, she watched the absurd scenes played out in the camera with indifference, and the rapidly flashing clips finally captured the image of herself waking up next to another man's pillow.

The scene suddenly changed, and the loud noise of Jiang Yanxing's breaking of the door shocked her eardrums. She was helpless to find herself standing in a large pool of blood, with the seriously injured Jiang Mu lying at her feet. Qin Wan had been dead for a long time in the distance...

As time went by, even if she was dreaming, Jiang Yanxing's sinister eyes could still make her whole body feel cold and her bones hurt.

"Tangtang, why are you crying?"

Her soft little hands gently touched Song Qitang's water-stained cheek.

She opened her eyes quietly, held it with her backhand, turned her hazy eyes to Yaoyao through the mottled neon, and smiled hoarsely.

"It's so scary, dreaming about dinosaurs."

"Dinosaurs are ugly?" Yaoyao blinked in confusion and hugged Song Qitang, "I protect my aunt."

"It's so ugly." Song Qitang laughed, "I don't have rice at home. I'll take you home to buy it later, okay?"

Yaoyao looked around the empty bus, "It's late, can't you buy it tomorrow? The rice is very heavy."

Affected by the environment in which she grew up, Yaoyao is more sensible and sensitive than her peers.

The guilt in Song Qitang's heart seemed to be overflowing. He kissed her forehead and said, "I taught you that today's work is over today."

After taking Yaoyao into the house, Song Qitang made sure that the gas was turned off before going to the store to weigh the rice.

Ruan Xiuzhu had to be hospitalized for a while, and she didn't have time to deliver meals every day, so the amount of rice she bought was slightly less than usual.

The conditions in the urban villages are poor and there are many people living together. You can see young people coming and going in the middle of the night.

The street lamps stood on the roadside in vain. Song Qitang carried a rice bag in one hand and an oil drum in the other. He used the dim lights of residential buildings to avoid puddles and tried to walk in noisy areas.

Passing by an alley where a large amount of debris was piled up, her vision was obstructed and she accidentally tripped over a bicycle.
Chapter completed!