Black Lotus is reborn. Hush! Just lie down and be quiet.

"coming!"

A truck drove slowly over and the crowd was very excited.

Xia Qingqing found an excellent position where she could see clearly. The two old men from the Yang family didn't come. They were probably still sad.

The prisoners got off the car one by one and lined up in a horizontal row. Yang Hongting had a numb expression and staring eyes. She must have accepted the fact.

But she saw the beautiful and bright Xia Qingqing, standing in the sun, brighter than the flowers blooming in spring. Yang Hongting's lifeless face was filled with anger, and flames shot out of her eyes. At the moment of death, she suddenly understood many things.

It was all Xia Qingqing's fault. It was this bitch who harmed her.

Xia Qingqing took out a red chocolate bean and threw it upwards gently. The chocolate bean flew in the air, then fell and landed accurately in her mouth.

"Kakaka..."

The sound of Xia Qingqing chewing was not loud, but Yang Hongting heard it. Her anger turned into sadness. This bitch came to laugh at her. She was about to die, but this bitch was still alive.

Two lines of tears flowed into her mouth, bitter and astringent, just like Yang Hongting's mood at the moment.

The ten prisoners were asked to turn around and face the armed police who were carrying out the execution.

"click"

When the sound of pulling the bolt was heard, Yang Hongting shuddered and her eyes were filled with fear. She didn't want to die!

"boom"

The crisp sound of gunfire startled a flock of birds.

Yang Hongting fell face down on the ground, leaving a pool of blood.

Xia Qingqing threw another chocolate bean into her mouth and started chewing it with a crunch, just like chewing fried beans. The old men and women around her looked at her with pity in their eyes.

What a pretty girl! She's not very smart and she's greedy. It'll be hard for her to marry!

After the execution, everyone dispersed and the dead prisoners were taken away.

"dumb"

A few crows crowed at the execution ground.

******

That night, Xia Qingqing did not go back to Yang's house. She stayed in the space for one night and returned to Yang's house the next afternoon.

When passing by a convenience store, she went in and bought some fruit leather to eat.

"Yang Hongting's ashes have been brought back. Oh, I never thought of that!"

The proprietress sighed, looking melancholy.

Although she didn't like Yang Hongting, she had been her neighbor for so many years and was very sad to see that a living person just a few days ago suddenly turned into a handful of ashes.

"Life is unpredictable. I'm going to get a new hairstyle later. Lao Hu said the haircut costs eight dollars and is made with imported chemicals and equipment from Germany. I'm sure it will look good. I hesitated for a long time and couldn't bear to spend the money."

The proprietress was melancholy for only three seconds, and soon she became energetic and took out a small mirror to fix her hair.

Popular perm hairstyles in Shanghai in the 1980s

"Why are you willing to give it up today?"

Xia Qingqing asked jokingly.

"Think it over now. Who could have thought that Yang Hongting would end up like this a month ago? Only the King of Hell knows what will happen tomorrow. If I don't enjoy it now, will I enjoy it in my coffin later?"

The proprietress curled her lips. Although her shop was small, her business was booming. She had saved a lot of money over the years. She should enjoy life while she can. Otherwise, if something happened to her, all the money would go to the man's future wife!

"That's right, women should be nicer to themselves!"

Xia Qingqing gave a thumbs up and agreed very much. A woman who lives frugally only impresses herself and gets nothing in the end.

The proprietress and Xia Qingqing got along better and better as they talked. She also talked a lot about the Yang family and reminded Xia Qingqing to be careful.

"With Yang Hongting dead, your parents-in-law will definitely find someone to vent their anger on, so don't go and get into trouble!"

"I don't dare. They are more cruel than bandits. They beat He Qian until she vomited blood!"

Xia Qingqing looked terrified and sighed again, saying, "I really don't want to go back. I'm terrified every day, but I can't go back to my parents' home every day. Sigh!"

"Xiao Xia, why don't you leave? Aren't you going to wait for Yang Hongbing to come out?" the proprietress couldn't help but ask.

"I won't wait for him. I want a divorce. Last time I mentioned it, my parents-in-law were mad at me. They even said that they spent 800 yuan on me as a betrothal gift, and I need to pay ten times that back if I get a divorce. I went back to my parents' home to discuss it, but they scolded me for being ignorant. Sister Xu, I...I don't have that much money."

Xia Qingqing's tears flowed down her face, feeling extremely aggrieved.

"Bah, the old man is greedy, his daughter deserves to die!"

The boss lady cursed in a low voice, then comforted her: "Qingqing, don't be afraid, we will ask the organization to take charge and file for divorce!"

"They said if I dared to find someone, they would... they would beat me to death, Sister Xu, I... I'm scared!"

Xia Qingqing acted very pathetic and useless, with fear of the Yang family all over her face.

Sister Xu thought of He Qian's miserable condition that day, sighed, and stopped trying to persuade her.

The organization is not omnipotent and cannot take care of these family affairs. Xia Qingqing might be beaten to death by the Yang family before she even gets divorced.

"Then you better be careful and don't confront them head-on!" Sister Xu advised.

Xia Qingqing nodded obediently, her eyes were red and there were a few tears on her face, like a poor little child.

Sister Xu touched her head lovingly, and her disgust for the Yang family reached its peak.

After eating a stick of fruit leather in the store, Xia Qingqing returned to Yang's house.

The door was ajar. She pushed it open and felt the dead silence as soon as she entered the patio, like the calm before a storm. She took out a few handfuls of powder from the space. They were the sleeping pills she had prepared.

Xia Qingqing closed the door and entered the living room. As soon as she entered, she saw Yang Hongting's black and white portrait with an urn placed below. The two old men and Yang Hongjie were all there.

Old Man Yang and Yang Hongjie were both smoking, and the smell of smoke was choking the room. Mother Yang's eyes were red and swollen, and her originally jet-black hair suddenly turned half white, making her look a dozen years older.

"How dare you come back? Give me back my Hong Ting. It was you who killed her!"

When Yang's mother saw her, she went crazy and picked up the ashtray on the coffee table and threw it at her.

Xia Qingqing flashed and the glass ashtray fell to the ground and shattered with a bang. The glass fragments flew everywhere. Some of them splashed onto Xia Qingqing's hand, piercing the skin and causing blood to flow.

"It was you who pimped for your daughter and caused Yang Hongting to be arrested. In order to protect your useless son, you made your daughter take the blame, which led to Yang Hongting's death. What's the point of you pretending to shed crocodile tears now? Go down there and apologize to Yang Hongting!"

Xia Qingqing wiped the blood off her hands and sneered coldly. Every word she said was like a sharp knife, stabbing the hearts of the Yang family, making them bleed.

"It's you who caused the Red Soldiers' death. You jinx, I'm going to beat you to death!"

Mother Yang looked crazy. She grabbed things from the cupboard and threw them at Xia Qingqing without caring what they were. However, she dodged them all and the ground was a mess.

After Yang Hongjie finished smoking a cigarette, he stood up and walked towards Xia Qingqing with a ferocious expression. He wanted to avenge his sister and kill this bitch.

Old man Yang did not stop it. He had been too gentle to Xia Qingqing before. Today he must teach this bitch a lesson.

Yang Hongjie was getting closer and closer, with a sly smile on his face, while Yang's mother kept shouting, "Boss, beat her to death and avenge your sister!"

Xia Qingqing didn't move, holding a handful of medicine powder tightly in her hand. She would sprinkle the powder when Yang Hongjie got closer.

The Eighth Master stood silently in the patio, watching coldly with his golden eyes. He would not take action unless it was absolutely necessary.

If Xia Qingqing can't even handle this little bit of trouble, she will definitely not be a qualified heir to the Xia family.