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Chapter 159

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"Tsk tsk …" When Yun Jian saw this scene, she held her chin with her hand and sighed.

Her goal was to scare them so that they would not dare to cause trouble for Qin Yirou in the future.

However, he didn't expect Zhang Meihua to be so aggressive and fearless all the time.

She only teased them a little and Zhang Meihua was so scared that she peed her pants. Really …

You can't judge a book by its cover.

"Let me tell you, if today's incident happens again …" Yun Jian glanced at the people who were paralyzed with fear. She paused and continued, "If it happens again, this knife will pierce through your heads. I, Yun Jian, am a woman of my words. If you don't believe me, wipe your heads clean and wait for me!"

Yun Jian realized that ever since she was reborn, she had done a lot of threatening and frightening things.

If this had happened in her previous life, the group of people in front of her would have turned into corpses.

However, her identity was different now and her situation was different. More importantly, she had her mother and brother. Especially in a society ruled by law, killing people was illegal.

Her nature was slowly changing, it was just that Yun Jian did not notice it.

After Yun Jian finished speaking, she tiptoed and took the knife from the wall above Qin Yirou. Then, she turned and walked to Qin Yirou. She pulled Qin Yirou's hand and walked out.

She did not want to stay here for a second longer. Presumably, Qin Yirou felt the same way.

Seeing Yun Jian's actions, no one dared to make a sound.

When they saw Yun Jian pulling Qin Yirou away, Zhang Meihua was like a balloon that had lost its air. She fell to the ground with a thump.

It was only when they were far away from the Qin Residence that Qin Yirou shuddered, tears streaming down her cheeks like a faucet.

Yun Jian did not know how to comfort Qin Yirou. She placed her hand on Qin Yirou's back and rubbed gently to comfort her.

Just when Yun Jian thought that Qin Yirou would be quiet for a long time, Qin Yirou suddenly spoke. She closed her eyes like she had made a decision before she sighed and said mournfully, "Xiao Jian, I want to go somewhere."

Qin Yirou did not mention a word about Yun Jian's unusual skills.

Yun Jian breathed a sigh of relief when she did not ask.

Xinjiang Town, Mount Wuyi.

Mount Mount Mount Wuyi was an ordinary mountain range that was located near Xinjiang Town.

Near the Wuyi Mountain was farmland, but there was a cemetery dedicated to the burial of the older generation after they had passed away.

Yun Jian's grandfather, Qin Youfu, was buried here.

When Qin Yirou was in Xinjiang Town, she would come here alone every few days to pay respects to her father who had been the best to her when he was alive.

She would remove the weeds in front of his grave so that others would not mistake it as an untended grave.

Life and death were like fleeting clouds in Qin Yirou's eyes. In the blink of an eye, her father had passed away for so many years.

She was still in a daze even now.

"Xiao Jian, he's your grandpa," Qin Yirou told Yun Jian as she stared at the old man's black photo on the tombstone with teary eyes.

Yun Jian followed Qin Yirou's gaze and saw the old man's frail yet benevolent black and white photo.

Yun Jian knew that Qin Yirou missed her father. She had received too little familial love. Her husband's betrayal and disloyalty, her family's lack of understanding and resentment.

The only father who treated her well had passed away early.

The original owner of the body was immature. Although she was well-behaved, she never understood Qin Yirou's pain.

Qin Yirou could only endure it alone.

Yun Jian went over and gently rested Qin Yirou's head on her shoulder before patting her back.

Yun Jian spoke softly and gently, "Mom, let's live well. Live a more glorious life than anyone else. Grandpa will be happy to see this from heaven."

Qin Yirou's tears dripped onto Yun Jian's shoulder. She nodded with clenched teeth, feeling warm and sorrowful at the same time.

The feeling was indescribable.

Those who were alive had to live well. Yun Jian did not know why she said that.

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