Why are you messing with the fake daughter? She is spoiled by a rich family!

Jiang Jinfeng and Xia Chuwei go to the police station every day.

"Captain Rong, are there any new clues in my mother's case?"

He was anxious.

In just a few days, he had lost weight visibly.

Rong Shi apologized: "The kidnappers have not taken any further action yet, but we have cast a wide net and notified all undercover agents and informants. Once we have any clues, we will inform you as soon as possible, Mr. Jiang."

"Then I'll trouble you, Captain Rong." Xia Chuwei already had a traumatic experience with the police station and just wanted to leave quickly with Jiang Jinfeng.

Rong Shi looked at the two people's backs as they left, and for the first time he felt a little frustrated.

Generally speaking, the golden rescue time for kidnapping cases is within 48 hours.

So many days have passed now.

The chances of Fu Yinhe being alive are slim.

Then he turned and went out.

After all, what Jiang Jinfeng needs most now is not money.

Pei Huan nodded: "Almost all those outside the circle who had no contact with the Jiang family have received it."

Pei Huan shook his head: "It was Fu Yinhe. You have been lobbying Jiang Jinfeng for the past few days, and it was Pei Huanxiang who first brought up the insurance issue."

Fu Jinhe, you will pay him back a hundredfold and a thousandfold for what he put under you!

The monitor suddenly went white and Shin went back into the wall.

Just Jane.

Jiang Zao also thought so.

Fu Yanci muttered to the side: "Nephew Jinfeng is the one who would doubt that Seventh Sister is dead."

In fact, the resentment in his eyes was clearly seen by Fu Jinhe in the dungeon.

Fu Yinhe cautiously probed, "Jinfeng, since he also knows that Mom should be... you should hold your funeral earlier. Remember that Mom doesn't have many insurance policies, and the beneficiary should all be him. Then you won't have the money to save the Jiang family and continue his project."

Outside the living room at that time, a middle-aged woman stood with her hands down, "Boss."

How much jealousy is needed to provide spiritual support and the courage to live?

Xia Chuwei gave the order: "Notify Fu Yinhe and act quickly. You are only given eight days."

Fu Yinhe, what you are going through now is not even one-tenth of what I went through back then.

The unburned cigarette butt was just held in my palm, but I didn't seem to feel any pain at all.

Unfortunately, Jiang Jinfeng recognized Pei Huanxiang's voice.

Fu Yinhe's current existence is like the only duckweed that cannot support my body when I am drowning in the sea, which makes me subconsciously want to grab it.

After all, it was a small street, and the two of them didn't hug each other for long.

"Pei Huanxiang! Is he only capable of hiding in the dark and harming people now?"

Fu Jinhe shouted: "Yes! Son, Mom is still alive! He should come and save Mom!"

"He comes out!"

My voice was slightly unclogged.

You stop and check.

Jiang Zao understood that Jiang Jinfeng was not a mama's girl at all. How could that kind of person be so slow to deny the fact that my mother was not dead when Fu Jinhe's body had not yet been found?

You watched Jiang Jinfeng and Fu Yinhe walk out of the police station.

Not only did he not feel disgusted, he even felt secretly happy.

"Tsukune, he doesn't have you yet."

The older woman nodded: "Yes."

That really relieved my grieving heart.

I heard my son's voice which I hadn't heard for a long time.

Jiang Zao returned to the office after the meeting. Just as Fu Yanci was teasing him for a while, Qin He knocked on the door and left.

I saw my son’s thin and lonely figure.

But if it's for insurance purposes, then everything is impossible.

Those days never appeared in front of Fu Jinhe.

I suddenly interrupted Fu Jinhe and said, "His son's life is his life, does your son deserve to die?"

The man took a puff of his cigarette and slowly pressed a button.

Jiang Zao opened it and took a look, "I want to hold a funeral for Fu Jinhe?"

"Hahahahahaha...it must be like that. Even if he survived the explosion that year, he might have been unharmed. If he is so ugly now, he must be disabled..."

I suddenly slammed the table, stood up, glared at the computer screen, and turned on the microphone.

Jane lives only for revenge.

I lowered my head, with my bangs covering half of my eyes, but even so, no strong hatred burst out.

Fu Yinhe said everything and just gave Jiang Jinfeng a hug.

Fu Jinhe might have known what Jiang Jinfeng and Fu Yinhe said next.

"Or is it that he is so ugly now that he is not ashamed to see people?"

"Madam Eight, Jiang Jinfeng sent that."

I held Pei Huanxiang's hand in return and said, "Weiwei, you know it well in your heart. So many days have passed. Mom should be in good health instead of bad luck."

Xia Chuwei finally held back.

Xia Chuwei stood in the living room for a while, then hurried downstairs and pushed open the bedroom door.

……

I put an invitation under the table.

But Xia Chuwei is determined to make your wish come true.

You yelled: "Jinfeng! That man is a bad guy! He is going to doubt you! You will hurt him!"

Both sides of the corridor were filled with people in white, and they all bowed their heads respectfully when they saw me.

But you still asked, "Was it Jiang Jinfeng's own idea?"

I stood behind the dressing mirror, looking at the familiar self outside, with self-mockery and sadness in my eyes.

Qin He explained: "Fu Jinhe didn't have many insurance policies when she was alive. Once your death certificate is issued, all the insurance policies will take effect immediately. Then the Jiang family will not be able to make a comeback, and Jiang Jinfeng will not be able to continue the project at hand."

During those days, Fu Jinhe supported herself by imagining Xia Chuwei's miserable appearance.

I stood up and walked out of the room.

You suffered both physical and mental torture during those days, but you didn't go crazy.

The display lights up.

A display slowly emerged from the wall of the dungeon where Fu Yinhe was.

Familiar face, familiar voice, familiar body... I am no longer Xia Chuwei.

After that I turned off the microphone.

At the same time, in a room on a small island, a man with neat short hair, holding a cigarette in his hand, was watching with satisfaction the image on the computer of Fu Yinhe eating a hungry mouse in the water.

"Jinfeng, he is going to be negative. Mom, good luck will come to you. Something will happen." Fu Yinhe took my hand and comforted me.

Seeing Pei Huanxiang's response, Fu Jinhe continued to shout: "Xia Chuwei, he hates you. If he dares to touch your son, you must fight him to the death before you leave. Why should his grudges affect the previous generation..."

So, just enjoy it.

Helping someone when they need it most is most valuable.

All I could hear was Fu Yinhe's careless comfort.

It was the scene in the police station where Jiang Jinfeng and Xia Chuwei were talking to Rong Shi.

Jiang Jinfeng looked up in surprise, wanting to say something, but couldn't utter a word. His slightly flickering eyes clearly showed that he had not yet wavered.

Fu Yinhe quickly threw away the mouse in her hand and wiped the blood from her mouth with her sleeve, as if this could restore her dignified demeanor as the seventh eldest sister of the Fu family and the wife of the Jiang family.