Continuing from last time, I originally wanted to give Chengcheng this "right to know" in a joking manner, but he unexpectedly refuted all my subsequent words with just one sentence.

Lock it up, and you can lock it up...

He was reminding me of what Gao Xinci had done before. He would rather have done the damage himself, but I still didn't understand. So I took a deep breath and took it more seriously, rubbing his arm gently: "Chengcheng, why do you hate him so much?"

"Because you have forgotten all the harm he did to you, but I remember." Cheng Cheng endured the trembling and hooked her fingers through the strands of hair on my forehead: "I just hate him. Ever since he married you with such a dirty trick, he has never done a good thing again. Everything he did before was hypocritical. Sister, why do you think I'm bad? When it comes to the social class of our two families, he can stand one point higher than me, and he is one point more cruel than me. He is the real villain!"

I watched Cheng Cheng's hatred bubble up from his heart, my throat was bleeding, and I quickly pulled him back to prevent him from falling into it, but I couldn't help but laugh and argue for Gao Xinci: "He...he drank the drug at the beginning, not voluntarily. I don't think you are a bad person. It's human nature to be greedy for benefits. He is not either, right?"

"Who believes it? Only you, silly sister." Cheng Cheng suddenly laughed out loud, looked at me bitterly and turned his back: "Anyway, you can hit me or scold me, I won't let you go. If you want to choose him, then don't want me."

I didn't dare to look, but I could tell from the last few words that I must have made him cry. Including his previous life, he was at most thirty-six or thirty-seven years old. People of this age rarely cry. He was busy every day and was unhappy for a long time because of what I said. Guilt surged up in me, and I leaned gently on his back from behind.

Cheng Cheng twitched slightly, then relaxed after a while. He grabbed my hand in annoyance and put it on his lower abdomen: "Anyway, you have already abandoned me once. You said that I always cut off your way forward but didn't prepare a way back for you. You don't want to live with me because half of your suffering in life comes from me. In fact, I haven't forgotten it. I just thought that if I treat you better, you will forget that premise."

I was a little surprised. I didn't remember when I said this, but Chengcheng would not lie. In my previous life, I did treat him with more malice, and only gave him a little good face until I died. I really couldn't say anything back, so I just listened to him crying quietly until Zhizhi rushed in without any reason, bypassing the secretary.

"Have you changed your style?" Zhizhi stared at me in surprise and said.

I realized that he was talking about the clothes on my body. I lowered my face, embarrassed and helpless: "Someone's bad taste..."

"What?" Cheng Cheng quickly tidied herself up, and when she turned back, she looked calm. She glanced at me from head to toe, and smiled when I said it was okay: "I didn't even notice it, it's pretty."

Secretary Chen felt a little awkward following behind, so he squeezed his way around Zhizhi and handed Chengcheng a few sheets of paper when they were not too far away. "Mr. Fu, Miss, this is Master Shu Yi's medical report. He meets the conditions for surgery. Master Shu Yi will stay in the hospital tonight. The surgery will start tomorrow morning and will take about three to four hours."

Cheng Cheng took a quick look and gave me the report: "It's noon now, sister, I probably won't be able to make it. You go and accompany Shu Yi, I'll pick you up later."

"You take care of your own business, and leave the housework to me." I said a little dejectedly, and turned sideways to wave to Secretary Chen: "Go out."

"Yes." Secretary Chen ran away, leaving only Zhizhi who noticed something and winked at me secretly.

"Shishi, there are still a bunch of people downstairs. We have to make a conclusion. Some reporters will come to do Spring Festival interviews later, and we don't want them to see us." I understood and touched Chengcheng inadvertently. Zhizhi quickly cast his eyes over and said, "Master, this isn't another incident you're looking for, is it?"

"What time will the reporters arrive?" Cheng Cheng rolled his eyes and didn't give a direct answer.

Zhizhi also didn't give a good face, leaning against the door with his arms folded: "Two hours later, but I see that you are not going to move over, so you should decide the time for the quarrel. We don't care about you. Your sister and I have something to do."

"What's the matter?" Cheng Cheng raised his eyes.

Zhizhi took the opportunity to roll his eyes and sneer at me, then walked forward and held my waist to move me out: "Guess?"

"No need to guess. Let's go to sleep." Cheng Cheng fell straight onto the sofa.

I had no choice but to get up and put on my coat. My heart ached before I left. I might have an alternative way to make Chengcheng agree, but I had to make sure he was stable before that. So I asked Zhizhi to wait for me outside for a while, and I rushed over alone, letting him put his forehead on my lower abdomen. I rubbed his hair and said, "Sister will never abandon you. In this family, we are the only ones who can be relied on. But the situation is forced. Please, don't embarrass me too much. Give me some time, be good, and don't make trouble. No matter whose power you rely on, I can only have the power to choose if you stand on a parallel line with Gao Xinci... Okay, go to sleep."

Cheng Cheng didn't respond, but when I looked back before I left, he was still sitting in the same position, silent, as if thinking. I gave him time to think. Anyway, even if he wanted to trip up Gao Xinci, the ensuing work would divert his attention. So he breathed a sigh of relief and was pulled by Zhizhi into the elevator to the next floor, which was originally my and his office. Because we didn't come here often, the lights were usually off, and occasionally someone would come up to clean. But today the lights were on. There were two figures in the semi-arc-shaped reception room. I could only see clearly when I walked in. Under the crystal chandelier were Liang Sen and William, who was dressed in a strange and conceited manner.

He was wearing a white suit, a white hat, an exquisite brooch, and smiling. If you didn't know him, you would think he was going to a dinner party. But when I looked William up and down, his son was also looking me up and down. Then, before I could come to my senses, he slapped me hard. When I covered my butt and looked at him in confusion, I saw what I was wearing in the mirror behind him.

Tsk, forgot about that.

"What are you wearing in the middle of winter? Aren't you afraid of freezing to death?" Liang Sen stared at me with a frown.

I swear, he never said this to me before he knew he was my brother. It turns out that the blood suppression between siblings is not innate, but activated by me. I regret it so much now. I shouldn't have told him if I had known. It's not a big deal for him to hit me normally, but now my injury hasn't healed yet...

I pursed my lips and whispered to pull Liang Sen's sleeve: "It hurts, brother, I'm so big now..."

Liang Sen replied: "No matter how old you are, I am still your brother."

Just when I was about to question whether Liang Sen had peeked at my brother's script, William followed closely and stopped him: "Liang Sen, don't bully your sister."

Very good, he also peeked at my second uncle's script. His kind face now really made me think that I was dreaming before. I had to suppress my hatred for the people I cherished. I bowed a little roughly: "Third uncle, why did you come here suddenly?"

"Look at you." William replied, then he sighed deeply and waved his hand. Liang Sen then pulled Zhizhidu, who was still standing there in a daze, away. Only the two of them were left facing each other in the empty hall. I thought he would not come to see me just for this reason, but I didn't expect that he would not be able to hold on, and eventually brought me the last bad news of the year just as the New Year was approaching.

No, it may not be the last one.

But it still cannot change the fact that the news is truly shocking and terrifying. He handed me a death report that looked like it was from many years ago. The corners were yellowed, as if it had been hidden at the bottom of a box for many years. The name on it was unfamiliar to me, but it was someone my uncle would never mention in his life. He almost drowned me because of this person - Fu Yuheng.

"Hengheng is the fifth child in the family and the only young lady of our generation. Your grandfather is a very pretentious person and is patriarchal in nature, but he appears to be extremely doting on this daughter, just like you when you first came home. Although she is a taboo because she was murdered, the eldest brother should have mentioned this person to you." William drove the remote-controlled wheelchair over and pulled me to sit on the sofa.

I sneered and replied to him while reading: "Old Master didn't tell me. I checked it myself. I want to know why my uncle wanted to drown me. I want to know if I can avoid it in the future."

William was speechless and protested with silence.

"I used to think he didn't tell me because he wanted to protect me, but now it seems that's not the case. Then I talked to my uncle about it myself, and he forgave me."

William was stunned, not knowing whether it was because of distress, and his Adam's apple was choking up and down.

"Oh, Liang Sen was the one who investigated it himself. If you want to know more, you can go ask him."

"If he knew the truth, he would not forgive you." William took a deep breath and changed the subject. I turned around and smiled at him. He automatically ignored the idea of ​​Mr. Fu to use me to repay the debt, and only kept talking about my uncle, a topic of "fairness" that stood between us.

I calmed down, read the report and put it aside: "So what is the truth? Did Old Master really poison my aunt and ignore my uncle's pleas, and only changed his mind at the last moment and snatched my uncle away for treatment? That's impossible. First of all, he is not stupid. Everyone knows the principle of cutting the grass at its roots. The decision has been made, and he must kill decisively even if he is heartbroken. Secondly, he is not that cruel. If he really has such a heart, even if he can't kill all his brothers, he can pass on his "good qualities" to me, and there will be no Chengcheng and Yangyang. How can he do what I have suffered so much and still failed to do, and he has been adhering to the principle of an elder brother like a father for ten years?"

William lowered his head and smiled bitterly, then sighed again. This time, he really didn't defend us. "Shishi, he has never been a soft-hearted person. Before the old man died, he didn't care about brotherhood. He just thought we were like him, he needed company, and we didn't deserve death. The same was true for you at first, but you really fell in love with your brother, and he still ignored our life and death, or at least didn't care much. He also gritted his teeth and hoped that others would kill us so that his hands wouldn't be dirty."

I thought about it and didn't want to argue about it, so I turned to talk about business with him: "So you know who this 'someone else' is? Did you see him?"

William nodded gently, feeling very disappointed: "It's Ying Qi."

"Ying Qi?!" I was a little surprised and patted my chest to calm down a little.

William took out a photo from his pocket and showed it to me. It was probably a photo of the previous generation gathered together. However, in addition to the old man, his three wives and their five children, there was another person standing in the corner who looked like Uncle Ying.

"Pei Zhen was playful, so he didn't take photos with us at that time, but he was qualified to be in this photo only because he was the head. Ying Qi was different. He was the one who was originally chosen to be the head of the eldest brother, but he was also the adopted son of the eldest wife. At that time, he was still raised by the eldest wife. Not long after this photo was taken, the eldest wife was critically ill. Later, I thought about the reason for taking the photo. Maybe the old man wanted to make a memorial." William turned his back and controlled the wheelchair to the floor-to-ceiling window by himself. It was a pleasant thing to overlook the night view of the entire Linjiang River from a high building. He felt much more relieved because of this, and then he spoke: "He wanted to avenge the eldest wife, but he didn't get his revenge. After this incident, he had no choice but to go to the second brother. It can be said that the eldest wife's death was related to this incident and the death of Fu Yuheng."

I also walked over and said, "The most favored person back then was the third wife. She was in her prime and had a pair of children. Plus, my grandmother was determined not to tolerate the remaining wives. The old man was selfish, narrow-minded and arrogant. He hoped to make the third wife his wife, so he killed my grandmother. It was reasonable for Ying Qi to destroy the third wife's hopes for this. What about you? Where were you at that time? Did you hate my uncle and aunt too?"

William smiled bitterly: “I don’t hate them, I don’t hate anyone, I just hope to live an ordinary life in the Fu family. I can see this because of a heavy snow and a camera.”