Chapter 689 - 719: Are You Speaking from Experience?
Chapter 689: Chapter 719: Are You Speaking from Experience?
"But hasn’t Lin Nian been dead for three years?"
Shen Yi looked at Qin Jiao curiously. Over the past three years, they had sent people to the South to investigate and confirmed that Lu Jiuan and Lin Nian had both died in that accident.
The only issue was that their bodies had been burned beyond recognition. After the authorities learned they were fugitives, they were simply taken to the crematorium.
Still, they were identified based on the clothes and personal effects found with them.
But Qin Jiao always had a gut feeling that Lin Nian wouldn’t have died so easily. It was a sixth sense, and she couldn’t explain exactly why she felt that way.
Qin Jiao said, "Lin Nian harbored an intense malice toward me. I never thought anyone in this world could possibly hate me more than she did. Anyway, keep an eye on things at your company, and at the newspaper office. I’ll look into that Aunt Feng later."
That Aunt Feng’s name was Feng Juan. She used to be very close with Qin Jiao’s mother, Su Yun. They lived in the same residential complex and would often go grocery shopping or practice Tai Chi in the park together.
Qin Jiao said, "I didn’t think anything was off at first, not until she tried to set her nephew up with Xiao Shi."
Shen Yi frowned. "What’s wrong with her? Xiao Shi is just a kid."
Shen Yi knew better than anyone how much Qin Jiao cared about her sister. Besides, Xiao Shi was a smart, sensible, and driven young girl.
She was only eighteen, and that Feng Juan was already scheming. As if her nephew was even worthy?
In any case, Shen Yi thought of Xiao Shi as his own sister, so he was furious.
Qin Jiao said, "Feng Juan just wants to worm her way into our family. She’s the one who secretly slipped my mom that photo of you."
Hearing this, Shen Yi could no longer sit still.
His eyes filled with fury. "Where does she live? I’m going to go find her!"
"That’s enough. She’s not important, and even if we need to confront her, you won’t be the one to do it." Qin Jiao gave him a speechless look. "If anyone’s going to handle this, it’ll be me. What are you going to do, go beat up an old woman?"
"Of course I wouldn’t be so crude."
Qin Jiao trusted that Shen Yi wouldn’t be that impulsive, but his methods were bound to be more direct. Right now, the top priority was to see if someone was pulling the strings behind Feng Juan.
Feng Juan wasn’t important.
The person behind her was the one who mattered.
If it was just Feng Juan being resentful because the matchmaking failed, it wouldn’t be a big deal.
The worry was that there was something else behind it.
Shen Yi knew he could trust Jiao Jiao to handle things, but he still reminded her, "Just be careful, then."
"Mm, I know."
A few days later, Qin Jiao went to her parents’ home in the neighboring complex. In the distance, she saw her mother, Su Yun, holding a grocery basket, with a middle-aged woman in a floral outfit standing beside her, speaking animatedly.
"Xiao Yun, did you show your daughter that photo? Was she furious? Let me tell you, men always go bad once they get rich. You need to tell your daughter to be smart about this. Don’t wait until some woman shows up on your doorstep with a big belly. By then, it’ll be too late for tears."
Su Yun was getting annoyed. She said, exasperated, "My son-in-law isn’t that kind of person."
"Oh, please. What do you mean he’s ’not that kind of person’? Let me tell you, I know men. They get a little money, and they go bad. Sometimes they just can’t control themselves."
"Ma’am, are you speaking from personal experience?"
Qin Jiao walked over, a faint smile on her face.
The woman’s expression changed the moment she heard this.