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Her eyes widened, and she pointed tremblingly at the empty living room, where not even a stool remained, and even the TV cable had been roughly torn off. Her teeth chattered wildly, and she couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.

"It's empty... completely empty... Old Joe!! Come out here!! Our house has been emptied out!!!"

Qin Fangfang trembled as if she had been doused with a bucket of ice water in the dead of winter, and her teeth chattered.

"It's empty... completely empty..."

She stared intently at the living room, her eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

The coveted large color TV in our house is gone! The dual cassette recorder on the cabinet is gone! The solid wood coffee table is gone! Even the genuine leather sofa that cost a fortune to have someone get for us has vanished into thin air!

That's solid wood and genuine leather! Such a big, heavy thing, did it grow wings and fly away?!

Qiao Shouguo stood beside her, his face ashen, veins throbbing on his forehead as if they were about to burst.

"What...what happened?!" Qin Fangfang finally regained her voice from extreme terror, and screamed in disbelief, "Where are the things?! Where are the things in the house?! Where did they go?!"

Qiao Shouguo didn't answer her. Instead, he suddenly ran towards the toilet and then plunged into the kitchen.

He should have looked away, because once he did, he felt as if he had been hit hard in the chest with a dull thud, and his breath almost stopped!

Empty! Completely empty!

Not only were the large iron pots gone, but even the rice container, flour sack, oil bottle, and even the half-used soy sauce bottle and salt shaker had vanished! Not even a single scallion was left for him!

His vision blurred, and Qiao Shouguo clung tightly to the kitchen door frame with both hands, barely managing to keep from fainting.

He turned around defiantly and rushed towards the study on the first floor like a madman.

"Bang!" He roughly pulled the drawer open.

The cash, food coupons, and meat coupons that were usually used for cash flow were all gone! Looking at the filing cabinet next to it, the doors, which were usually locked tightly, were wide open and ransacked!

He nearly choked, clutching his chest, his voice hoarse as if sandpaper were being rubbed together: "Call the police! Call the police now!!"

"Yes! Call the police! Catch the thief!"

Qin Fangfang snapped out of her daze and scrambled towards the corner where the landline phone used to be. But when she reached for it, she found nothing.

Looking down, she was stunned – not only was the landline gone, but the telephone line on the wall had been cut clean to the bone!

"My jewelry! My mink coat!"

Qin Fangfang suddenly realized what had happened, and with a sob in her voice, she desperately slapped her thigh and cried out, "Who did this?! Which bastard did it?!"

She felt something was wrong as soon as she opened her eyes that morning. The bedroom was cold and empty, and she hadn't quite grasped what was happening at the time. Now, looking back, she realizes the wardrobe was wide open, and all the silk clothes and fur coats inside were gone. Even the standing air conditioner on the wall and the gold and silver jewelry on the dressing table were all gone!

Even though Qin Fangfang usually considered herself a respectable person and a noblewoman in the courtyard, she couldn't hold back at all at this moment and sat on the ground, wailing loudly without any regard for her image.

At this chaotic moment, Qiao Xinxin appeared at the stairwell wearing a worn-out nightgown and slippers.

She feigned shock as she looked down at the chicken feathers scattered on the ground, her mouth slightly agape, as if she could fit an egg in her mouth.

"Mom, what's wrong?" Her voice was soft and sweet, still a little sleepy, and her eyes were as innocent as a fawn's.

Hearing the sound, Qin Fangfang jerked her head up from the ground and froze for a moment when she saw Qiao Xinxin. But at that moment, she was so anxious that she didn't care about thinking. Like a mad lioness, she rushed up from downstairs and grabbed Qiao Xinxin's arm tightly!

"Is anything missing from your room?!"

She seemed to be using all her strength, her nails almost digging into Qiao Xinxin's flesh, causing Qiao Xinxin to cry out in pain and forcefully shake her off.

"Ouch—Mom, you hurt me! Did you lose anything?" Qiao Xinxin rubbed her arm, looking at her with a wronged expression.

"A thief broke into the house! You were sleeping like a log, you useless thing!" Qin Fangfang cursed through gritted teeth.

"I..." Qiao Xinxin blinked blankly, as if she had just realized what was happening. She suddenly turned around and ran upstairs, plunging into her storage room.

Immediately afterwards, a deafening scream came from upstairs:

"Oh my god! Where are my things?! Mom! My clothes and books are all gone! My money is gone too!"

She scrambled downstairs, grabbing Qin Fangfang's sleeve in disbelief. Tears welled up instantly, and she cried with heartfelt emotion, "Mom, what happened? Did a thief really break into the house? All my things are gone, what are we going to do? Waaah..."

"Useless thing, all you do is cry! Get out of here!" Qin Fangfang shoved her away in disgust, pointing her finger at her nose and yelling angrily, "I should never have brought you back to the city! Ever since you, you jinx, came back, one misfortune after another has befallen our family. You're just here to bring bad luck to the Qiao family!"

Pushed aside, Qiao Xinxin lowered her head, her shoulders trembling as she pretended to cry, but in reality, her mouth was stretched almost to her ears.

Go ahead and curse, anyway, after today you'll all be penniless paupers!

The commotion downstairs was so loud that Qiao Lijun and Qiao Mingzhu, who were in the master bedroom on the second floor, were finally woken up.

The two groggily opened their eyes and were startled by Qin Fangfang's mournful cries downstairs. They hurriedly grabbed their clothes and put them on.

Qiao Mingzhu was already weak, and now her face was ashen. She huddled in Qiao Lijun's arms, trembling with fear like a frightened rabbit.

"Brother, I'm scared..."

Although she had been somewhat reluctant last night and had mentally prepared herself, she still felt genuinely terrified when they actually reached this point and were about to face her parents.

Qiao Mingzhu knew perfectly well that no matter how much her parents loved her as their adopted daughter, it could never compare to Qiao Lijun, the only son of the Qiao family who was there to carry on the family line! If Qiao Shouguo and Qin Fangfang found out that she had deliberately seduced their own son in order to avoid marrying a cripple, she would definitely be skinned alive!

But... she would rather not marry Zhou Liguang, that cripple with a broken leg, than be beaten and scolded!

Thinking of this, Qiao Mingzhu made up her mind, and hugged Qiao Lijun's strong waist tightly with both hands, refusing to let go.

"Don't worry, I'm here. No one can force you to marry that cripple. I will never let them lay a finger on you." A hint of malice flashed in Qiao Lijun's eyes as he patted her back to comfort her.

The two took a deep breath, fully prepared, and planned to kneel down and put on a tearful act as soon as their parents rushed in to "catch them in the act."

Since the deed is done, even if Qiao Shouguo and Qin Fangfang are still angry, they have to get through this hurdle first.

The Qiao family can't afford to lose face in front of so many relatives and friends; otherwise, how will they be able to do business here in the future?

The two waited embracing each other for a while, but the door was not kicked open.

Qiao Mingzhu pricked up her ears to listen.

The sounds downstairs were chaotic, with a woman's wailing and a man's roars, but it didn't sound like they were scolding the two of them for disregarding human ethics. Instead, they were shouting something like "lost" or "stolen."

"Brother, what's wrong?" Qiao Mingzhu asked softly, her heart pounding.

Qiao Lijun shook his head, looking puzzled. He quickly dressed, walked to the door, and flung it open. Qiao Mingzhu hurriedly put on her coat and followed him out.

He followed the sound to the stairwell, peered down, and saw—

Instantly, Qiao Lijun stood frozen in place, as if struck by lightning!

Is that his living room?!

The spacious living room was so empty you could run a horse through it! There wasn't even a sofa to put your feet on! The refrigerator, the color TV, the large wall clock—everything was gone! If it weren't for the few calligraphy pieces his father had written years ago still hanging on the wall, he would have thought he'd walked into the wrong house!

What happened?!