Mr. Zhan, please stop being abusive, Miss Zhuang has been reborn.

"What I did, how good was the Jiang family back then?"

"Since ancient times, the victor is king and the loser is the enemy."

"Mrs. Jiang, whether you are really stupid or pretending to be stupid, why not think carefully about whether the Jiang family's land deed is more important, or your grandson's life!"

"As far as I know, the Jiang family has been unable to make ends meet these years. How much longer do you think he can last? Huh?"

"Tomorrow is the deadline, think about it carefully."

"Zhan said goodbye!" Smelling a turbid smell, Zhan Yan frowned, took his pocket with one hand and left.

The setting sun lengthened his figure, and his slender shadow left the door of the villa.

Old Mrs. Jiang was once so glorious and bright, but now she has fallen into a state of dementia, incontinence of urine and feces, and even simple eating and drinking has become a problem without her servants.

Mother Mei quickly changed Old Mrs. Jiang into clean clothes. Only an oil lamp was lit. In the dark and dim room, Old Mrs. Jiang regained her consciousness, her eyes were clear, and her hands were shaking uncontrollably, "Go and get it, Jiang Get the title deed to my old home!"

When Mrs. Jiang closed her eyes and said this, she seemed to have made a huge decision.

Mei's mother was shocked, "This is the only thing left by the Jiang family. If even the old house is gone, then..."

"The Jiang family's old house is important, but I can't watch my grandson die in front of me like this. Even if he dies, the black-haired man will send the white-haired man. Do as I say! Go now!"

Most of the assets of the Jiang family have been sold off, and the Ying family is also colluding with the man named Zhan.

She was the only one left to guard the huge old Jiang family residence.

She could keep it for a while, but she couldn't keep it forever.

Sooner or later, the Jiang family will fall into his hands.

Not long after Mei's mother left, the sound of footsteps in high heels came from the corridor, and Ying Jingya opened the door and approached.

Mrs. Jiang opened her eyes and looked at the person at the door, "What are you doing here? Come to watch a joke?"

Ying Jingya walked in the door slowly, her eyes falling on Old Mrs. Jiang who seemed to have run out of time, "...I have not forgotten that when you agreed to let Jiang Rou in because of that illegitimate child, I was like you ,Lying in bed."

"Get out, I don't want to hear what you say, get out of Jiang's house!"

Ying Jingya sneered, "Let me tell you good news again. The daughter-in-law you were interested in, Jiang Rou, is dead. Your son... my good ex-husband, went with her..."

"You...what did you say!!! What happened to him!" Mrs. Jiang immediately became excited.

Ying Jingya suddenly burst out laughing. In the dim room, the firelight danced on her face. Her eyes had mixed emotions, but she didn't feel half happy. She repeated, "Jiang Rou has uremia. She has been in her teens for ten years." He died a day ago, and your good son jumped into the sea with his ashes."

"Now, only the last bastard is left alive!"

"Jiang Yuezhong should have died a long time ago. He betrayed me, abandoned my son, and went abroad with that bitch. Now Ah Shu's life is hanging by a thread... He only has one breath left..."

"The doctor said that if he couldn't wake up in three days, he asked us to prepare for his death. Before he died, I called him. I told Ashu that he was about to die and asked him to come back and see him..."

"Do you know what he said?!"

"He said he didn't have time and wanted to use Jiang Rou to accompany him in the last few days. Don't you think it's ridiculous! That's his biological son. He doesn't even want to come back to see him. He even thinks I'm still playing some tricks with him. ,joke!"

"I'm telling you, don't think I don't know. You kept the land deed of the Jiang family's old house because you wanted to leave it to that bastard. I'm telling you, it's impossible!!"

"If my son dies, I will never let him live. I will let him be buried with my son and make your Jiang family completely extinct."

"You, you... you beast, you are trying to force me to death!"

Ying Jingya smiled and said with sarcasm, "You forced me like this in the beginning, but now the situation has changed. I will take back everything that belongs to Ashu to him. In order to force me to divorce, you suppressed Ying Tian everywhere. The group tortured me into a lunatic, and I would not do anything to hurt Ashu. Now he still hates me as his mother, and now...it's all the retribution of your Jiang family."

"Come in!" Ying Jingya glanced out the door.

Mei's mother held something wrapped in black cloth in her trembling hand, "Eldest...eldest lady...this is what you want."

"You... you..." Old Mrs. Jiang wanted to snatch the things in her hands. She just got out of bed and sat on the ground, running towards her. Old Mrs. Jiang couldn't stand up no matter how hard she screamed and grabbed her. The hem of her pants, "This is something from my Jiang family..."

Ying Jingya lowered her head and sneered, "Mom, my son Jiang Yushu deserves this. He is the eldest son of Jiang and the heir to the Jiang family."

"I just took for him what he deserved."

"Zhan Yan threatened Ashu's life, but you remained unmoved. I had already guessed that until now, you just wanted to wait for that bastard to come back and hand the things over to him with your own hands."

"Do you really think I'm incompetent?"

Old Mrs. Jiang's roaring voice had lost all strength, "Give it back to me..."

"Cough cough cough..." Old Mrs. Jiang coughed a few times and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Mei's mother couldn't bear to step forward, "...old lady!"

Ying Jingya said indifferently: "You don't have to hold grudges against me. What I do now is just what you did to me back then."

"You can rest assured that as long as my son is still here, this old house will always have the surname Jiang. It is my utmost kindness to have someone beside you to take care of him."

Ying Jingya turned around and left, wiped the blood on her high heels with a piece of handkerchief, and left expressionlessly.

Ying Jingya got in the car and said, "Go to Jing'an Private Hospital."

"Yes, ma'am."

When the exhibition banquet returned to the blooming flowers, I received a photo of Zhuang Mingyue on my phone. It was rare to see her going out for a walk on this day, so it was a good thing to be able to step out of the house.

Downstairs in a high-end community, Zhanyan went to the supermarket and bought some fruits and a bouquet of flowers. Every month, No. 14 is a lover, and the store will also give each owner a rose.

I took the elevator upstairs, opened the door, and saw a woman sitting on the sofa in a daze.

Zhan Yan put the things in his hands on the table at the entrance. The food was already prepared on the dining table.

After breaking the flower branch in her hand and sitting next to her, Zhuang Mingyue came back to her senses. When she glanced at the beginning, she didn't know what fell on her ear. Zhuang Mingyue subconsciously raised her hand and stroked the bright rose in her ear. I wanted to pick the flower, but he scolded me: "It's beautiful, don't pick it off."

The flowers are very delicate, just like her.

Zhuang Mingyue stopped and said, "Let's eat."