In the low-key and luxurious champagne-colored business car, Ye Qingqing's scarred face was hidden in the darkness. The moonlight shone in through the car window, reflecting the cold light from her eyes.
Ji Mingche, who was also hiding in the darkness, slowly raised his thin lips and smiled, but the smile did not reach his eyes, which was creepy.
"From today on, Ye Qingqing is dead. You have no further relationship with Jian Shihai, Xu Jiaorong or even the entire Jian family. Do you understand?"
Ye Qingqing stroked her bumpy face: "Even if you help me avoid Jiang Shihua's pursuit, what can I do in my current state? I will be recognized immediately when I go out, and I can only live in the darkness without seeing the light of day.
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Ji Mingche said confidently: "Don't worry, I will change your appearance for you and give you a new identity."
Ye Qingqing hurriedly asked: "What is your identity?"
Ji Mingche said mysteriously: "A supreme identity, a hundred times more noble than what you are now."
Ye Qingqing's face was full of confusion: "What exactly do you want to do? What are your plans?"
The smile on Ji Mingche's lips deepened, and without answering her, he started the Bentley and drove slowly forward.
after an hour.
In a remote place, Ye Qingqing changed to another car and left Jiangcheng.
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Early next morning.
Jian Si sent Jian Sichen and Jian Yue to kindergarten and went straight to the hospital.
Lu Yanbai and Lu Youting have arrived.
Lu Yanbai slept late last night and was not in good spirits right now. His upper and lower eyelids kept fighting.
Jian Si gave him a routine checkup, made sure everything was normal, let him have a good rest, and then left.
After finishing what she was doing, Jian Si found Lu Youting in the ward, pulled him to the corridor outside, and expressed her thoughts: "I want to go to Jian's house, can you go with me?"
Lu Youting frowned and said, "Ye Qingqing has just died. If you go to Jian's house now, Jian Shihai will definitely blame her death on you. I don't think you should be emotional."
Jian Si hesitated again and again, but still expressed her thoughts to Lu Youting.
"I don't know, but I always feel that this fire is burning strange! There is no electricity and no thunder, how did the fire start? How come 180 people can't escape, are they all sleeping so dead? I don't
I went to take a look and felt uneasy."
After Luk Youting saved her again and again, she began to gradually open her heart to him.
If we can't be a couple, maybe we can be close friends.
After hearing what she said, Lu Youting thought for a moment and then nodded in agreement.
"Okay! I'll go with you!"
After making arrangements for Lu Yanbai, Lu Youting drove Jian Si to Jian's house.
As soon as we reached the intersection, still a hundred meters away from Jian's house, we could hear sad music faintly coming from the place.
Ever since Ye Qingqing offended the Lu family and the Jiang family, not many people came to pay their respects, and even many relatives did not dare to come. Only a few direct relatives came to pay their respects one after another.
The funeral seemed particularly deserted.
Ye Qingqing's portrait is placed in the middle of the hall on the first floor.
Her brother Ye Weihao knelt in front of the memorial hall, crying and burning paper money.
When Jian Si and Lu Youting entered the memorial hall, Ye Qingqing's aunt Xu Jiaojiao had just finished offering incense and paying homage, and was comforting Xu Jiaorong who was out of breath from crying.
"Sister, don't be sad! Qingqing is a child who has been sensible since she was a child. Now that something like this happened to her, we are all very sad. However, you can't keep crying like this, your body will not be able to bear it."
Xu Jiaorong couldn't listen at all and lay down in front of Ye Qingqing's portrait and cried her heart out.
Jian Shihai sat haggardly, as if he had aged twenty years overnight, and his whole person was enveloped in an unprecedented despair.
Jian Si calmly scanned the memorial hall.
After seeing the coffin behind the portrait, his eyes lit up slightly and he looked at Lu Youting.
Lu Youting nodded, indicating that he had received her message.
Xu Jiaojiao, who was comforting Xu Jiaorong, caught a glimpse of Jian Si and Lu Youting standing at the door from the corner of her eye. Her face suddenly sank, and she said in a strange tone: "Why do you still have the nerve to come here? If it weren't for you, would Qingqing die?"
It was you who killed her, you shameless little vixen."
Jian Si ignored it, as if he had not heard anything, and went to the mourning hall to offer incense to Ye Qingqing.
Lu Youting followed her closely and offered incense to Ye Qingqing with her.
Ye Weihao raised his head, passed through the billowing smoke, and looked at Jian Si sadly and disappointedly, his tears flowing even more fiercely——
Xu Jiaorong's face was twisted with anger. When they were putting incense, she pulled Jian Si away: "Qingqing is already dead. Do you still think her death was not miserable enough, so you brought Lu Youting to stimulate her?
You clearly know that she likes Lu Youting, but you still want to deliberately show off your affection to Lu Youting and show it off in front of a dead man, aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?"
Jian Si was pulled by her and staggered. Seeing that she was about to fall, Lu Youting quickly held her waist with his hands and used a slight force to stabilize her body.
The intimate interaction between them made Xu Jiaorong's eyes reddened even more.
"Sister-in-law Zhang, drive them out. They are not welcome in the Jian family."
Jian Si ignored her, inserted the incense into the incense burner, walked around the portrait, and found the coffin. The coffin was not sealed, and Ye Qingqing's body was covered with a piece of white cloth.
Jian Si stretched out his hand to uncover the white cloth.
Hearing is false, seeing is believing, she must see it with her own eyes, otherwise she will not feel at ease.
As a result, before my hand could touch the white cloth, my wrist was grabbed.
Ye Weihao had tears on his face and said angrily: "If you kill my sister in the future, what else do you want? Do you have to let her die in silence to feel at ease?"
Jian Si said softly: "Xiaowei, I just want to see your sister one last time."
Over the years, although she and Ye Qingqing were on the same page, her relationship with Ye Weihao had always been good.
Several times she was framed by Ye Qingqing and almost beaten to death by Jian Shihai. It was Ye Weihao who interceded for her.
Therefore, her attitude towards Ye Weihao and Ye Qingqing is completely different.
Ye Weihao glared at Jian Si angrily, making no secret of his hatred for her: "You are not qualified to see my sister. If it weren't for you, my sister would not have her innocence ruined, her face disfigured, and her death. I hate it.
You, I will never forgive you."
Every word he said full of hate hurt Jian Si's heart.
The tip of Jian Si's nose was sore, and her eyes were filled with tears: "Do you really hate me?"
Ye Weihao gritted his teeth: "Yes, I hate you, I hate you so much! If I had known this, I should have asked my father to beat you to death. If I didn't save you, my sister would not have died."
Jian Si's body stiffened, her throat seemed to be blocked by something, and a sense of astringency filled her eyes.
Ye Weihao wanted to pull Jian Si out.
Jian Si sniffed hard and pretended to follow him. When he lowered his guard, he suddenly turned around and lifted up the white cloth covering Ye Qingqing's body with his other hand.
The air suddenly solidified.
A charred corpse that was burned beyond recognition, all black, with a weird posture, and whose appearance could not be seen clearly came into view——