Before being reborn and getting married, the pampered young lady emptied her family's assets to

Chapter 127 The Amorous Mr. Qin
Qian Xue was soon summoned by the police from Haicheng, but she seemed to know she couldn't escape, so she bought a ticket to Hong Kong well in advance.

She wanted to go to her daughter's place, but the police were faster and intercepted her at the station entrance.

Upon seeing the police officers, Qian Xue knew she couldn't escape.

In the end, Qian Xue was naturally taken back to Zhengyang Village by the police.

She neither admitted nor denied the evidence presented by the police. Two days before her sentencing, she made a request: to see An Min.

Even if she didn't mention it, Anmin would still come to see her.

There's still so much for the two of them to say.

Inside the reception room, separated by a glass partition, Qian Xue looked at An Min outside.

"How did you manage to coax Andy On into telling you so much?"

Qian Xue sat opposite her, her face showing not a trace of remorse.

An Min's gaze was icy, and she said in a calm voice, "It's not that I'm coaxing him; he's the one who wants to live."

"You act all pitiful and make everyone think you wouldn't dare to kill, but actually you're the most ruthless one."

Qian Xue suddenly laughed, her laughter filled with smugness.

“Afraid of me? When he was discussing with me in the kitchen how to drug Qin Shuwei, he didn’t show the slightest fear. Back then, all he cared about was money. He thought that if Qin Shuwei died, all the money in her hands would fall into his pocket.”

"What kind of good person do you think Andy On is?"

She leaned forward, her bloodshot eyes filled with madness.

"He can pretend to be a kind father to outsiders, and he can also coax that idiot Qin Shuwei at home. That's why he kept you around. What kind of good person do you think he is?"

"These things are not important to me."

An Min's gaze was as calm as a bottomless lake.

"You killed someone. The law will give you the punishment you deserve."

Qian Xue's smile froze, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed in her eyes.

“An Min, no matter what you say, you and An Zhijie are on the same household registration.”

"If your biological father comes looking for you in the future, will you dare to acknowledge him? A stepdaughter of a murderer, an illegitimate daughter abandoned by her own father, do you think he will forgive you?"

An Min looked at her distorted face and suddenly smiled softly: "I am Qin Shuwei's daughter. Whether I am doing well or not, whether I acknowledge my relatives or not, has nothing to do with you."

She stood up and gave Qian Xue one last look: "You should be worried about yourself. On the road to the underworld, those you killed will be waiting for you to atone for your sins."

As she turned to leave, An Min heard Qian Xue's shrill scream behind her, but she did not turn around.

Sunlight streamed through the reception room window and fell on her. Liang Yi held her hand tightly, their shadows entwined on the floor as they walked toward the light.

This matter came to an end. Lao Li and Qian Xue were sentenced to death with a two-year reprieve for murder.

When the news reached Zhengyang Village, the villagers gathered under the old locust tree at the village entrance and discussed it for three whole days.

Some people said that the two adulterers deserved their retribution long ago, while others sighed in the direction of the Qin family's old house, saying that if Qin Shuwei could see this day, she could rest in peace.

After dealing with the matter, the two planned to return to Baiyanggou.

After hearing about it, Director Yang and Xu Qidong treated the two to a meal.

Anmin's aunt, Qin Shulan, was also invited.

After the group finished eating together, Qin Shulan caught up with An Min.

"Minmin."

"What's wrong, Auntie?"

An Min turned to look at Qin Shulan, who handed her something.

“These are things your mother mailed to me before. I think you are the one who needs these things the most right now.”

"Keep it as a keepsake."

An Min looked at the small wooden box that Qin Shulan handed over.

Qin Shulan's voice was choked with sobs. "Back then, when she secretly asked someone to send it to me, instructing me to pass it on to you later, I never imagined that we would be separated by death."

Anmin hugged the wooden box to her chest, thanked Qin Shulan, and then took the box back to her residence.

Inside, a blue cloth was laid out, with a stack of letters neatly folded and a yellowed notebook.

The letter at the top read "To my Minmin," the handwriting delicate yet trembling.

When Anmin opened the package, her mother's handwriting stood out: "Minmin, when you see this, your mother may no longer be here. But you must remember, you were never an unwanted child. Your mother loves you more than anything..."

The last page reads: "Minmin, don't be afraid, live well, and see the world for your mother."

Tucked inside the notebook was an old photograph of a young Qin Shuwei holding an infant Anmin, her eyes crinkling with laughter.

The date of birth was written in red pen on the back of the photo, with a line of small print next to it: "My little sun."

An Min could no longer hold back her tears and burst into sobs. Liang Yi held her and gently comforted her.

Like rain that had been accumulating for over a decade, finally pouring down at this moment.

Liang Yi simply held her quietly, letting her tears soak his shoulder.

As she cried, Anmin's voice gradually faded, leaving only sobs.

She looked up at Liang Yi with red eyes, tears still clinging to her eyelashes.

Liang Yi reached out and wiped away her tears: "Mom has hidden all her tenderness in these letters."

Anmin lowered her head again, her fingertips gently tracing her mother's smiling face in the photo.

Young Qin Shuwei, wearing a floral shirt, hugged her tiny self. Sunlight fell on their hair, and even the air seemed sweet.

"Look how beautiful she was back then."

An Min's voice had a strong nasal tone, but there was a hint of relieved laughter in it.

The next morning, Anmin carefully put the letter and notebook into the wooden box and covered it with a blue cloth.

The two returned to Baiyanggou; life had to go on.

Meanwhile, in Hong Kong, Anlu clenched her fists after receiving a letter from her mother.

"Madam, what's wrong?"

Just then, the nanny came over and asked a question, and Anlu threw the letter in her hand aside.

"Isn't the master coming home tonight?"

"They said they went to Baiyue Bay."

The nanny replied in a low voice, "Everyone knows Mr. Qin is a womanizer."

When we first brought this woman home, everyone wondered how long she would last.

However, although Anlu was a bit foolish, she seemed to have an epiphany after meeting Mr. Qin.

She was young, beautiful, and knew how to charm people, so Mr. Qin was naturally willing to protect her.

"It's that stinky busker again."

Anlu walked to the window and lit a women's cigarette.

Her exquisite makeup made her look radiant with glamour.

Such a good life was what she had always dreamed of, but only she knew the bitterness within it.

Now her own mother has sent her a letter, wanting her to bail her out.

Did she know it was murder? How much power did she have to get a murderer out of jail?

Anlu sighed and then threw down her cigarette.

She needs to say goodbye to the past completely; she can't keep trapping herself like this.

Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to stand firm here.

"Go see Mr. Qin tomorrow and tell him that I want him to go on vacation with me. If he says he doesn't have time, then ask him for money."