After admitting the wrong person and getting the wrong certificate, the heir of a wealthy family bec

Jin Xi's words were unintentional, but the old lady's listeners took them to heart.

The other neighbors didn't take it seriously, but the old lady's expression changed again.

The rope was indeed fine when she had it in her hand, but when Bhutto took it and she snatched it back, it became a knot.

She didn't check again because she believed in Bhutto.

Is it really like what the neighbors say, that once she dies, Bhutto can just rely on Qingshanguan?

Her own son wanted to kill her?

The old lady didn’t dare to think about it any further, mainly because her body wouldn’t allow it.

She was about to continue making a fuss, but she pulled Bhutto up and walked back.

Bhutto had not yet made enough of his fuss and was dragged by the old lady halfway through the journey. When he saw the tavern, he could no longer move his legs.

"Mom, I'm going to talk business with someone."

Bhutto was the kind of person who couldn't move his legs when he saw alcohol.

The money he got from his wife could afford him a drink, but he wouldn't be able to survive the night.

"Why are you still drinking? If someone sees you again, no one will believe that you just lost your two daughters!"

The old lady was already upset because Bhutto ate alone, and after the incident with the rope just now, the old lady couldn't help but scold Bhutto.

"Well...my daughter is missing, and I'm drowning my sorrows in alcohol, wouldn't that make me more sympathetic?"

Bhutto always had his reasons for drinking.

In the past, the old lady would think it was nothing.

Who said he was the son I spoiled?

But now the more I think about it, the more it seems wrong.

This son is now unable to even say nice words.

"The son of our neighboring family, when he makes money, buy me two pounds of pork head meat.

The old woman always shows off for a long time at the door of her house, you..."

"Hey, hey, hey, what can the son of the old Qu family achieve? He's just a laborer! Why are you comparing me with him? I, your son, am a man who can do great things!"

Bhutto interrupted the old lady impatiently.

“Why don’t you say that the clan leader’s sons alone have inherited more than a dozen orchards from his mother.

What did you give me? Forget it, if you don’t want to drink, then don’t drink! I’m not in the mood to drink now!”

Bhutto snorted and turned away.

The old lady looked at her son's back and wanted to call him back, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she felt a dull pain in her heart.

By the time she was able to shout, Bhutto had already gone far away.

……

Inside Qingshan Hall, Bhutto's daughter-in-law was still in a state of collapse.

She hadn't eaten for a day and a night, and was so weak that she could not even stand, yet she had to run out to look for someone.

Finally, he was persuaded by Zhan's mother.

“Nowadays, we are looking for strong bodyguards and young men out there.

They will rush over as soon as they receive the news.

Besides, it’s dark now. What if something happens to you as a woman and the children come back?

Don't worry, everyone who can leave Qingshan Pavilion has gone out to look for it.

I promise you that your daughters will be found."

After Zhan's mother finished speaking, Bhutto's wife, who had been depressed all day, could no longer hold back her tears.

"I'm useless! I can't even take care of my daughter!

I shouldn't have let them go back to give them away!

I should have asked for leave and gone by myself..."

Bhutto's daughter-in-law has been blaming herself.

Wen Rao didn't want to express her guess now. In fact, the disappearance of Dahua and Xiaohua was related to Bhutto, which would further irritate Bhutto's wife.

Zhan's mother comforted Bhutto's wife in the house, while Wen Rao took Jin Xi out.

“Mrs. Zhan, we followed the clan leader’s son and found that he went to the White Widow’s house.

If the clan leader's son is married and his wife finds out, she will definitely make a fuss.

Should we…”

Jin Xi felt that he could make use of the clan leader’s son.

"Where is he now?" Wen Rao asked softly.

"Just left the White Widow's and went to the tavern."

"Go and have a look."

Wen Rao took Jin Xi to the tavern, where the clan leader's son had just come out having bought some wine.