The fortune teller's daughter has married, and all the wealthy families in the city are spoilin

"Is this... your son?"

In the group photo, two of the three men in military uniforms are none other than her two sons.

Tears welled up around the wrinkles around her mother-in-law's eyes.

She raised her freckled arm to wipe her face, and said in a hoarse, low voice, "Yes."

Jiang Yang was suddenly struck by a violent attack.

Thinking of what she almost said that afternoon, she quickly covered her mouth.

He looked at his third brother.

Fortunately, his third brother covered his mouth at the time, otherwise he would be regretting it to death now.

The mother-in-law went over, took down the photo frame, carefully held it in her palm, and gently wiped the surface of the frame with her mended cuff.

Looking at the young man standing on the left in the group photo, she proudly raised the corners of her mouth: "My son is a border guard, protecting our country and defending our territory. But two months ago, he was on a mission when an accident happened..."

She paused at this point.

His lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a single word.

The cold wind penetrated the wall, which was not windproof.

The wind howled, making it seem about to collapse.

The wooden windows, which were nailed shut, let in drafts that howled through the air, sweeping away the already chilly room and the little warmth that remained.

The match was burning in the stove. The old man sighed and silently turned the wood with rusty tongs.

The firelight illuminated the old man's dim eyes, revealing an expression of unwavering determination and pride.

The Jiang family was on tenterhooks.

Nobody wants to hear those last few words.

After a long while, the mother-in-law finally calmed down and said, "She sacrificed herself."

As soon as those words were spoken, everyone's hearts sank to the bottom.

The cramped room remained silent.

They all lowered their heads and stared at the floor.

Jiang Yaozhen looked up at the gray-black ceiling, and in the white light, the mist in his eyes was faintly reflected.

Heavy words, like a heavy stone, weigh on everyone's heart.

It's suffocating.

Perhaps it was because their son was so brave and sacrificed his life for the country that the couple was able to live here peacefully.

Those spirits will not disturb them, allowing them to live in the old house where their son has his last memories.

Jiang Yang suddenly stepped forward and took his mother-in-law's hand.

With tears in her eyes and a slightly hoarse voice, she said, "They are the boundary markers of our motherland. It is they who, with their great and selfless love, protect the peace and tranquility of us ordinary people."

He let go and bowed ninety degrees to his mother-in-law.

"Without the sacrifices made by the families of these soldiers, we wouldn't have the happy and fulfilling lives we enjoy today. Thank you!"

Everyone turned their heads away to wipe their tears.

Jiang Zhou smiled with satisfaction.

The child has grown up.

At the same time, I didn't forget to keep an eye on my aunt's condition.

After all, there is another equally great family member in this small house.

The old man by the stove, hunched over, his lonely figure already covered in tears.

He hobbled over with his cane, his warm hands helping Jiang Yang to her feet: "My wife and I should thank you for allowing us to continue living in the village."

My son used to say on the phone that every inch of land under the feet of his soldiers was the territory of the motherland and should not be violated.

Although they were saddened by their son's passing, they never regretted their decision and supported his dedication to his great cause.

That was an honor for my son.

It is also a source of pride for them as parents.

Jiang Zhou's cold eyes flickered suddenly, and he spoke in a deep voice, his steady tone leaving no room for doubt: "From now on, no one will be able to destroy the village, I guarantee it."

These words brought tears to the eyes of the elderly couple.

Wiping away tears in a hoarse voice, she said, "Thank you, thank you all. You are such kind people. Good people will be rewarded!"

People outside are saying that the Jiang family kills people without mercy, but they don't believe it.

Even when their son was still alive, the team frequently received donations from the Jiang family, year after year.

A family like that should grow bigger and stronger; how could they be bad people?

A glint of light appeared in Song Qingge's calm eyes as she stared intently at the icy-faced man before her.

A tall body is a towering and majestic presence.

Even when in danger and unable to protect themselves, they still selflessly help others.

With such a leader, it's no wonder the Jiang family is so fortunate.

It was precisely because the Jiang family consistently performed good deeds, both large and small, that they were able to survive such a perilous ordeal.

At this moment, as Jiang Zhou made the phone call to immediately implement the transformation of the civilized village, his life-threatening situation was weakened once again.

Song Qingge was very fortunate.

Her collaborator is a philanthropist with a kind heart.

As he hung up the phone and turned around, he suddenly met the girl's watery eyes.

He paused for a moment, then his icy gaze melted and his lips curved into a smile.

Her long eyes curved slightly, adorned with a gentle smile.

Seeing this, the Jiang family members looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

Although Jiang Yueming was dissatisfied with the Song family, his opinion of Song Qingge has changed somewhat after this experience.

At least among the Song family, Song Qingge is a breath of fresh air.

Since her third nephew likes it, she has to find a way to get rid of the Song family.

If Song Huli knew that his unloved daughter had such abilities, he might have clung to her and sucked her blood.

The sooner it's resolved, the better.

Her mind raced.

……

After returning to the Jiang family home and washing up, it was nearly midnight.

Song Qingge was about to turn off the lights and go to sleep when she heard a knock on the door.

She went and opened it.

Maid: "Young mistress, this is red date, longan and goji berry tea that the young master specially ordered to be prepared for you."

"For me?" Song Qingge was stunned.

She looks very weak and anemic.

After a moment of distraction, Song Qingge smiled faintly.

Perhaps it was because her face turned pale after she used her spiritual power that he misunderstood?

That's quite thoughtful.

As expected of the best client!

Although it did not help her restore her spiritual energy.

"Thank you." She took the tea and drank it all.

We will not let our client down.

If she had known that countless tonics would be delivered to her over the next two days, she definitely wouldn't have chosen to drink that cup of tea.

It offers a comprehensive range of dietary and medicinal supplements, including ginseng, red ginseng, donkey-hide gelatin, traditional Chinese medicine, mulberry red flesh, and more.

She was like someone who was constantly immersed in medicine; the air around her was filled with the scent of herbs.

Song Qingge finally couldn't resist and knocked on the door of the guest room next door.

As soon as the door opened, she struck a pose: "Mr. Client, I've already recovered, no need for further repairs."

If she gets any more nourished, her whole body could be used to make medicinal herbs.

Humanoid medicine jar.

The man was wearing black pajamas, his hair was down, and his bangs were neatly tied.

He has lost some of his sharpness, and his facial features have become much softer.

After she finished speaking, Song Qingge finally saw clearly and was stunned.

I was completely engrossed in watching it.

I have to say, this face is truly out of this world.

If she hadn't known he was destined for a calamity, she would have suspected that God had bought an SSSVIP membership before creating him!

He's a perfect model, the perfect man!

It's a pity he has poor taste; he likes Song Qiaoqiao... Oh well, even if she doesn't belong to him, it won't hurt to take a second look.

Jiang Zhou's eyelids drooped slightly, puzzled. "What did you call me? Client, sir?"

"Yeah, isn't that right?" Song Qingge blinked her dark eyes, tilting her head as she pondered what was wrong.

The man strode slowly toward her with his long legs...