If the business woman does not help the poor, the villain's dream of prosperity will be shatter

Qin Jingchang was completely stunned.

After a while, he stared with tear-stained eyes and murmured, "I don't believe it!"

Qin Shu sneered, "When my niece came, she happened to see the Second Madam and Qin Anwen guarding outside the prison door. It looked like they had been guarding for quite some time."

She looked at Qin Jingchang's bewildered expression, sighed and laughed, "What a pity, now she is penniless and notorious. Without money to bribe, I'm afraid she can't get into this prison."

After saying that, Qin Shu poured the wine in the glass onto the ground, put the wine and food back into the food box, and stood up.

Just as he turned to leave, he heard Qin Jingchang's sobbing voice slowly rising, "Your father is not my biological brother. He is a bastard that my father picked up from somewhere."

"He grew up eating food from our Qin family and took up the status of my eldest son. But from childhood to adulthood, everyone only praised him for being capable, smart, filial, and kind..."

"What about me? I am my father's eldest son! I study hard, take care of my parents, and respect my brothers..."

"But no matter how much I do, everyone's eyes are still on him."

Qin Jingchang suddenly raised his head, with a crazy light flashing in his tearful eyes, "What's so good about him? He can only make a few taels of gold and silver! Those fawning and flattering villains are just circling around him because of the money in his hands."

"Why?!"

"He is a dog raised in our family!"

"Every ounce of silver he earns should belong to our family!"

"He owes me!"

He waved his hands vigorously, the chains on his wrists rattled, and he looked crazy and insane. "What did I do wrong?!"

Qin Shu closed her eyes slightly: So this is the reason why Daddy brought their whole family to his side and took good care of and supported them even though he knew it was my second uncle who caused my mother's miscarriage?

Does Daddy know that his gratitude and his sense of repaying kindness have not been rewarded with brotherly love and respect, but instead have been met with jealousy and murderous intent that has continued to grow year after year and day after day?

Two lines of tears streamed down her cheeks.

Qin Shu turned her back to Qin Jingchang, raised her hand and gently wiped away the tears on her face, then turned around and said with a smile: "So what if he is not my biological son? Now my father, Qin Jingyuan, is the eldest son of Qin Yingzhen recognized by the clan. The Qin clan school will build a temple in his name next year for the Qin clan students and their descendants to pay homage to him."

She raised her eyebrows, her smile deepening. "I forgot to tell you that the clan has decided to expel your branch, Qin Jingchang, from the Qin clan. From now on, your descendants, Qin Jingchang, have no roots to trace, no clan to look for. There is no place to come from, and no place to go. What does it matter whether you are a biological child or not?"

Qin Jingchang looked at Qin Shu's departing back, and after a brief daze, he went completely crazy.

He punched and kicked the prison pillars crazily, roaring, "Qin Shu, you bitch! Vicious woman!"

"Qin Shu, you vicious woman!"

"how dare you?"

"How dare you?!"

One roar after another continued to explode in the empty death cell, causing waves of echoes.

Qin Shu pretended not to hear anything. She put the food box in her hand next to the cell door of another death row inmate and walked out without looking back.

How about bitch?

So what if she's a vicious woman?

After all, it is you who is in jail and it is you who is disgraced, and that is enough!

In a dark room next to it, under the dim candlelight, a tall man was sitting upright beside a desk, listening attentively to the conversation outside.

He held a few sheets of rice paper in his hand and maintained this posture for quite some time.

The candlelight shone on his face, making the facial lines that were carved like a knife appear even deeper and sharper.

A pair of eyes as deep as an ancient well looked a little solemn.

Only when the noise outside gradually died down did he chuckle and shake his head helplessly.

Ji Weiwei, who was standing next to him, was hunched over and sweating profusely as he listened.

The man raised his eyes and looked at Ji Wei. He didn't know what he was thinking about. He chuckled and murmured softly, "Interesting."

Ji Wei suddenly felt more and more panicked, wondering who his master was referring to when he said "interesting".

Is it good or bad?

He really liked the three gifts Miss Qin gave him.

Does the master know about this?

Should he hand it over?

I’m a bit reluctant!

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After Qin Shu left, Qin Jingchang in the cell burst into tears, buried his face in his hands, and slowly knelt down.

In fact, he once thought that his elder brother was the best elder brother in the world.

In my childhood memories, my elder brother was always so gentle to me.

The eldest brother started working as an apprentice at a very young age. When he occasionally came home, he would always bring him delicious food and fun things.

He would also run all over Jinzhou city just for a pen he wanted.

My mother hated my eldest brother and never treated him well. When my father was not at home, he would be beaten and scolded, and it was common for him to go hungry.

But my eldest brother is still respectful and filial to my mother.

Later, after hearing his mother complain and curse his elder brother more and more, he gradually stopped liking his elder brother.

No matter what is given to him, he feels that he deserves it and deserves it.

He also felt that his eldest brother's background was unknown, and although he was the eldest son, he was actually no different from a family slave.

When did you start to hate it?

That year, my eldest sister-in-law Zuo Ying's father brought her to Jinzhou.

He then learned that his grandfather had saved Zuo's grandfather's life and that the two had made an agreement to marry their children to each other in the future.

He hid outside the window and was stunned by the graceful, bright and charming Zuo Ying who appeared inside the door.

If Qin Jingyuan had not taken the position of the eldest son, it would have been Qin Jingchang who married Zuo Ying.

Why does he have an older brother?

Qin Jingyuan has been traveling around the world for many years, and so many people die in the world every day.

Why wasn’t Qin Jingyuan the one who died?

On the night of his eldest brother's wedding, he ran out drunk and had a night of romance with Liu Yinghua. In the end, he had to marry that illiterate and humble country girl.

Qin Jingchang rested his head on the back of his hands, crying and laughing: Why did he end up like this?

It’s all because of Qin Jingyuan!

It’s all because of Zuo Ying!

Why were they in his life?

Shouldn't they die?

Does Qin Jingyuan think that giving him several thousand taels of silver every year will make him forget the hatred of having his wife taken away?

Can the little money he gives to himself every year earn his gratitude and thanks?

All of this should have been his!

It's his!!

Qin Jingchang lay face up at the sky, speechless and choked with emotion.

God is blind!

Whenever he thought happiness was within his grasp, it was cruelly snatched away.

now……

He lost his home, his money, and his son, of whom he was so proud, had his future ruined.

Without the bracelet and the silver, that person would not rescue him, let alone kill Qin Shu because of his nonsense words.

That person hadn't sent anyone over until now, so he had become a useless pawn and was ruthlessly thrown away.

Now, even his ancestors have abandoned him...

In the empty cell, there was a low laugh like a night owl, and then there was a desperate howl like a lone wolf...

In the dark room next door, Ji Wei made a bitter face and scratched his ear with his little finger: This Qin Jingchang is too noisy.

From the time when the Qin girl left till now, they have been crying and laughing for more than half an hour.

It’s not over yet.

Your voice is in great shape, not hoarse at all.

It seems that you pay close attention to maintenance on a daily basis.

My mind was wandering when there was a loud "bang" outside.