I Got Rich in Period Fiction
Chapter 205 This is What Qiao Qingyu Owes Me

Chapter 205: Chapter 205 This is What Qiao Qingyu Owes Me

The old man’s biological grandmother, his own grandmother, had passed away. Couldn’t the old master marry again, considering he might live a lifetime, wasn’t it normal?

The young uncle had always been bright and loved by everyone, which was not a problem.

Thus, Wu Xiujie’s hatred and bitterness were something he would never understand or empathize with.

But, thinking about Wu Xiujie’s personality, he swallowed back the words he wanted to say and sternly said from behind, "Father, what do you need your son to do?"

Since the young uncle didn’t like him anyway, it served him right to end up in this situation.

If only he could be treated like Wu Tai, he wouldn’t have to do things behind this old man’s back that could get his head chopped off at any moment.

But, there was no choice, this path was a point of no return...

The only thing he could do was to keep his two sons from getting involved, fortunately, the old man hadn’t involved them in any clandestine activities.

For that alone, he had to follow him.

"You and your two sons should keep quiet and stay in Beijing, watch every move your young uncle makes, and after the results of the assessment come out, I will make a trip to Xichuan."

"Yes, father."

Wu Xiujie turned around and in a lower voice instructed, "Contact Huang Sha, tell him to instruct Old Mountain Eagle to orchestrate an explosion accident soon..."

"Yes, father."

"...Although our methods are the most advanced in the world, Huaxia is extraordinary. Don’t be negligent nor underestimate their vigilance and capability," Wu Xiujie advised in a low tone.

Wu Peng nodded repeatedly, exchanged a few more words, and then left the study, passing through the hall to a dark courtyard. Yet, he stood still, then pressed something beside him, slowly, the ground opened, revealing a staircase with a faint light. He descended the stairs, and the stone slab above silently closed.

The place returned to its normal stillness.

Perhaps this was destined to be an unsettled night.

Faraway in North City, five kilometers away from Qiao Family Team, was Lianjiang Village.

Though it was summer, the laborers had turned off the lights and gone to bed early.

The rural summer night was not quiet, with frogs croaking in the ditches and insects buzzing, sometimes even the big yellow dogs would join in with their barking.

However, this didn’t affect the people’s descent into sweet dreams.

In the north of the village, there was a household with tightly closed doors, a house made of half mud-brick, which was considered middle-class in this village.

At this moment, the doors were also tightly shut with no hint of light from outside, but in one north-facing room, an oil lamp was lit.

This room was not small, with a large rosewood cabinet against the north wall featuring a serpentine statue and offerings of incense in front.

Near the door was a heated brick bed where an old lady with a face full of wrinkles sat cross-legged, while a man in his fifties stood on the floor, both watching someone lying on the bed.

To be precise, it was a young girl.

Her skin was as yellow as wax, she was as thin as a twig, and her sharp, triangular eyes flashed a malicious light as she stared intently at the old lady and said sinisterly, "Grandma, I can’t wait any longer. If you can’t help me achieve my wish, your entire family of over twenty will perish."

The man standing on the floor flashed a look of terror in his eyes, but he dared not speak.

The old lady sitting on the kang looked at the young girl lying there and said hoarsely, "I have helped you achieve your wish before, but you have no ambition. Why turn around and take revenge on us? After all, this family is where you were raised."

"Don’t talk to me about those useless things. My current state is all your fault. Lying on this kang, I’m better off dead. If I’m not well, neither should any of you be!" Her voice suddenly became shrill at the end, almost as if another sharp voice was screeching from her throat along with her.

The whole room suddenly plunged into an indescribable eeriness.

The old lady felt a wave of dizziness and was about to fall over the edge of the kang when the middle-aged man quickly came to support her. His trembling voice said, "Liuya, stop pushing us. Even if you push us to death, we still wouldn’t know what to do..."

"You are Han Xianglan’s elder brother, my grandma is Han Xianglan’s mother, and even if not by blood, that whole family should respect you." The young woman roared fiercely.

It turned out that this old lady was Han Xianglan’s mother, a recognized relative by Old Lady He, known as Han Lishi, and this man in his fifties was her eldest son, Han Dazhu.

This girl was called Han Liuya.

At that moment, the old lady sitting cross-legged on the kang suddenly opened her murky eyes, a sharp light flashing within them.

Gritting her teeth, she said, "That bitch Han Xianglan, if it weren’t for me, their doomed fate wouldn’t have landed them a son-in-law like He Xiuyu." Then she looked up at her eldest son. "Tomorrow, go to the Qiao Family Team and say I’m not well, bring Han Xianglan here, and when she falls ill, have Qiao Qingyu come home immediately."

"That’s more like it. We should have done this earlier. If you hadn’t stopped me, last time Qiao Qingyu came to see me, I would have killed her."

Han Liuya then looked at the dark-faced man, "Dad, this is what Qiao Qingyu owes me, she has to pay her debts. After I go back, I’ll still send you money."

She added at the end, "But I’ll forget a lot of things, so just ask me directly for the money when the time comes..."

Han Lishi suddenly murmured, "This will also shorten my lifespan, Liuya, you must keep your word."

"You’re an old lady, are you also afraid of death?" Han Liuya on the kang sneered, "Don’t worry, you old thing can still live for another twenty years."

Just then, a cat’s meow suddenly came from outside the window, and the room fell silent.

Han Lishi, holding a lamp and assisted by Han Dazhu, left the darkened room.

Unexpectedly, Han Liuya suddenly shouted, "Old thing, come back here, I need to go to the outhouse..."

The old lady, with a calm expression, holding the lamp returned again.

Han Dazhu, walking through the outer room preparing to return, passed by a room where his eldest son stood at the door rubbing his eyes impatiently, "All this wailing in the middle of the night, can’t people get some peace and sleep?"

"Just go back to sleep, it has nothing to do with you."

"It has nothing to do with me, yet my mom is being tormented to death by you all, are we next?"

Inside the room, the daughter-in-law’s curses could be heard, "That damned cripple, tormenting people nightly, why doesn’t God just take her away soon..."

Han Dazhu, with trembling hands, pointed at Han Tie, "This beast, that’s your sister too, and you say nothing about your wife, you spineless coward!"