After admitting her wrong husband, she climbed the wall overnight with her three treasures

After returning home, Jiang Yian developed a high fever that night.

Mi Xiaobei looked after her distressedly while cursing: "This Mo Beixiao is really nothing!"

Jiang Yi'an leaned weakly on the bed, drinking hot water and reading the messages on his phone. A hint of helplessness appeared on his lips: "He is more willing to believe in Qin Hanshuang, who has been in love with him for five years... It's not impossible to understand."

"only……"

It's just that he already knew that Qin Hanshuang had a problem, but he deliberately wanted to interrupt her plan and help Qin Hanshuang hide it...

Could it be that in Mo Beixiao's heart, Grandpa Mo's death was not as important as Qin Hanshuang's?

"Don't make excuses for him, this man just has no brains!"

Mi Xiaobei said as he put a wet towel on Jiang Yi'an's forehead and gave her a cold compress distressedly: "If you ask me, you should leave these things in the Mo family alone."

"Grandpa Mo passed away, and Mo Beixiao, as his own grandson, doesn't even want to find out the truth. What's the use of your efforts?"

"You'd better hurry up and have a baby with Mo Nanze and save Hanghang."

Jiang Yi'an bit his lip and nodded silently: "That's right."

Qin Hanshuang, the murderer, had Mo Beixiao protecting her behind her. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't find any tricks.

Being able to do everything she can do is her reward for Grandpa Mo.

only……

The woman sighed: "My relationship with Mo Beixiao will be bad in the future, and I don't know if I will have another chance to get close to Mo Nanze."

"If you ask me, you should just hurry up and get pregnant with Mo Nanze's child while Mo Beixiao is preoccupied with the Mo family's affairs and has no time to care about you."

"Don't worry about whether Grandpa Mo's body is still cold. He could protect you when he was alive, but he is gone now. You can't expect Mo Beixiao's conscience to find out, right?"

Hearing what Mi Xiaobei said, Jiang Yi'an couldn't help but smile and said, "But my current state...isn't it suitable for me?"

A person with such a high fever that she can't get out of bed wants to go to a nursing home and force a vegetative person to do that kind of thing to her...

It’s too embarrassing.

Mi Xiaobei sighed and patted Jiang Yi'an's shoulder gently: "Take good care of yourself first. When you get better, we will go to a nursing home!"

Jiang Yi'an nodded and curled his lips: "Okay."

Mr. Mo's memorial service was held for three days, and Jiang Yi'an had a high fever for three days.

On the fourth day, the old man was buried.

After what happened at the last memorial service, Jiang Yi'an originally didn't want to participate in the burial scene.

But what she didn't expect was that the night before the burial, she received a call from an unknown number.

At this time, Jiang Yian was cleaning up the children's room for Mianmian and Chengzong.

Mi Xiaobei's house here has three bedrooms and one living room. In addition to a study room where Mi Xiaobei usually works, there are two other rooms.

Jiang Yi'an planned to sleep in the living room by himself and give the other room to Mianmian and Chengzong.

Originally, she was supposed to bring the two of them back from Mo's house in the past few days, but she put it on hold because her health has been poor.

Grandpa Mo will be buried tomorrow, and most people from Mo's house will rush there.

If she went to bring Mianmian and Chengzong back at this time, she would not meet Mo Beixiao and Qin Hanshuang, nor would she be embarrassed.

Hearing the ringtone of her mobile phone, the woman lowered her head to make the bed for Mianmian and casually held the mobile phone between her chin and neck: "Who is it?"

A man's deep voice came from the other end of the phone: "Mo Beixiao."

When he heard this voice and the man's name, Jiang Yi'an was stunned for a moment.

She was stunned for a moment, then took a deep breath and said coldly: "Why did Mr. Mo call me suddenly?"

Mo Beixiao was silent for a moment, then sighed deeply: "Jiang Yi'an, grandpa will be buried tomorrow."

"I know."

The woman continued to make the bed: "You called me, didn't you want me to attend?"

"Last time I went to my grandfather's memorial service, you saw how chaotic the scene was."

Probably because he didn't expect her to say that, the man on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment: "This time is different."

"Jiang Yi'an, I hope you will attend tomorrow. The address is the cemetery on the southern outskirts of the city."

"Then tell me, what's different this time?"

Jiang Yi'an laughed self-deprecatingly: "You don't want to take revenge on me, the 'murderer', when grandpa is buried, do you?"

The joints where Mo Beixiao held the phone began to turn white: "I know you are not the murderer."

"I……"

"You know I'm not a murderer, why don't you still accuse me just like others?"

The woman stopped making the bed, and there was a hint of unnoticeable choking in her voice: "Mo Beixiao, since I arrived in Rongcheng, apart from Mi Xiaobei, the person I have interacted with the most is you."

"What kind of person am I and whether I will kill Grandpa Mo? I believe you know better than me."

"But what did you do?"

"Grandpa Mo passed away, and I was just as sad as you were, but you vented your sadness on me, thinking that I was a murderer..."

"Do you know why I came to the airport before Grandpa Mo's accident?"

Mo Beixiao on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "I checked."

"It's... Grandpa arranged the flight for you to go abroad."

Although he didn't know why his grandfather would temporarily arrange a mysterious flight for Jiang Yi'an to go abroad, he knew very well that in this case, Jiang Yi'an would never be the murderer of his grandfather.

No victim would have planned an escape route for the murderer.

Jiang Yi'an's fingers holding the phone trembled violently: "Since you have known it for a long time, you should know that I am not the murderer, there is someone else who murdered me!"

"Mo Beixiao, I know you can't let go of your five-year relationship with Qin Hanshuang easily, but..."

"But does Grandpa Mo's life seem so unimportant to you? No more important than a woman?"

Mo Beixiao on the other end of the phone listened quietly to her complaints and anger.

After a long while, when Jiang Yi'an finished speaking, he sighed lightly: "I know you feel wronged."

"But...you must come to the funeral tomorrow."

"Why I did this during this period...you will know tomorrow."

After speaking, the man hung up the phone directly without giving Jiang Yi'an time to react.

Listening to the beeping busy tone on the phone, Jiang Yi'an closed his eyes.

After a while, her cell phone rang again.

It was called by Xiaozhou.

"Mommy!"

The little guy's voice on the other end of the phone was a little excited: "My uncle's painting is finished!"

"The content... is terrible!"

"I've taken pictures and sent them to you, please remember to take a look!"

Jiang Yi'an frowned: "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Xiaozhou immediately sent a few photos.

Jiang Yi'an frowned and took a look at the photo.

When she saw the scarlet content in the photo, the woman's eyes widened instantly...