Chapter 432

Chapter 432

Qi Yingying was already fuming, and when she heard him, she let out a bitter laugh: "What? Now you suddenly remember your eldest son? Why didn’t you think of him before?

Out of all our kids, none seem as important to you as He Youde.

Why don’t you just move in with He Youde and his family!

And Dad, you just said you wanted him out, and now, after such a short time, you believe their words and let him stay.

Why don’t you just keep He Tian too?"

"You’re just venting, aren’t you? I know you’re mad about what Youde pulled, but he’s still my brother, after all. And you’ve seen how Dad is—I can’t just throw him in jail, whether we break ties or not.

This is for the best.

I’ve failed our eldest son in this life, but I’ve done right by He Cheng and He Ming.

I don’t want our family to fall apart. We’re doing pretty well now, aren’t we?

Yingying, let’s not turn our home into a battlefield.

Okay?"

He Zhifei looked utterly drained.

He never thought the brother he’d loved for so long would stab him in the back, or that his family could fall apart like this.

What hurt most was realizing his father never really cared about him.

Seeing how worn out he looked, Qi Yingying’s anger melted away.

She sighed: "Fine, but he’s never been fond of us. It’s a miracle he’s even willing to come over for dinner. But going to his place? That’s..."

Qi Yingying felt awkward.

"Qinghe’s a good kid. If we hadn’t wronged him, he’d have been a dutiful son. After everything the Old Wang’s family did to him, why would he have listened for so many years?

Moreover, since he came back, I haven’t heard him express hatred or resentment towards anyone.

It’s my fault you’re distant from our son."

Seeing his wife's reluctance to visit their eldest son's home, He Zhifei tried to persuade her.

Qi Yingying fell silent.

She couldn’t understand herself—why she didn’t like such a good child? When the child was lost, she had wished to die.

Now, the situation has turned out like this, and it’s not just Old He’s problem.

"Alright, let’s go then." After all, it’s just a visit, bringing them some food and drink.

He Zhifei was happy to see her agree.

It wasn’t that he hoped this trip would earn forgiveness, but his guilt made him want to be a bit better to his eldest son.

The next morning, Bai Xiuxiu and Wang Qinghe had breakfast and headed off to work.

At home, Wei Pozi, seeing her daughter and son-in-law leave, quickly locked the door from the inside.

Xiuxiu mentioned things have been a bit shaky lately. Though it's not clear what's causing it, she advised it's best not to go out.

So it's better not to go out.

She doesn't ask many questions, just does as she's told, just like she did when she was with her eldest daughter.

Like always, Wang Qinghe walked his wife to the office. Only then did he feel okay to head to work.

When Bai Xiuxiu got to the office, she saw Zhou Jiaojiao giving her a haughty look, almost like she was enjoying it.

Can't she even try to hide it?

"Sis, is big bro still treating you so well, driving you around every day?" Zhou Jiaojiao was seething with spite, thinking that Wang Qinghe is so good to Bai Xiuxiu, and once Wang Qinghe dies, Bai Xiuxiu would surely be so heartbroken that she might follow him in death.

Bai Xiuxiu shot her a look: "So young, and already not thinking straight? Didn't I say, there's no sister-in-law here for you."

Zhou Jiaojiao's smile dropped, and she glared at her. "Don't get too full of yourself, you'll regret it one day!"

"Before that, you should just focus on doing your job." Bai Xiuxiu said indifferently and then started working.

She can't go back to the village now, but someone needs to check on Wednesday sister-in-law's situation.

Looks like Qinghe will have to ask Xiao Zhang; he's dependable.

Meanwhile, Bai Xiuxiu was working and thinking about how to deal with Zhou Jiaojiao.

On the other side.

In a quiet corner of the canned food factory, Wang Qingfu felt his scalp prickle.

No other reason than Wang Qinghe coming over.

Seeing him come closer, Wang Qingfu got nervous and scared. Why did he come over by himself? Was it about the mess he made yesterday? Or... does he know something?

He couldn't know, could he? They haven't even started looking yet, and Wang Qinghe's no mind reader.

Or maybe he just doesn't like him and wants to rough him up?

Wang Qingfu's nervousness didn't stop Wang Qinghe from approaching.

Wang Qinghe was shoveling snow nearby; yesterday's snow was heavy, and everyone had come early, unspoken, to start shoveling.

Wang Qinghe glanced at Wang Qingfu, noticing he looked nervous, and slowly asked, "You nervous?"

Wang Qingfu got even more scared; why would he ask that right off the bat?

"No, I'm not nervous, I..." Wang Qingfu stammered as soon as he opened his mouth, making him wish he could slap himself.

Is he afraid of Wang Qinghe?

How could that be? Wang Qinghe was just the workhorse of their family back in the hometown.

What is there to be afraid of?

"What did He Youde tell you to do?" Wang Qinghe continued to probe him.

Wang Qingfu's hair stood on end: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

"Everyone knows about it, denying it won't help." Wang Qinghe continued to scrutinize him; he was quite familiar with Wang Qingfu.

Wang Qingfu was cooking up a bunch of shady ideas.

But his mindset wasn’t the best, and he didn’t have the guts to follow through.

"Let me take a wild guess—did he want you to take me out?" Wang Qinghe threw out the guess, then kept a close eye on his reaction.

Wang Qingfu was so scared he dropped the shovel he was holding.

Shaking, he picked it up: "Man, it's freezing today—I can barely grip anything. Bro, don’t talk crazy—how could that even happen? This is serious stuff—don’t go around saying things like that.

This could send someone to the slammer."

So it was true after all.

Wang Qinghe almost laughed—looks like they were seriously considering it.

With that in mind, Wang Qinghe decided to play along with their plan.

Since Wang Qingfu was already on that track, there was no way he’d help Wang Qinghe get dirt on Wang Shoucheng. In that case, he might as well roll with their scheme.

That way, he could gain the upper hand.

Wang Qinghe sighed: "Good, then. Honestly, there’s no reason for us to be at each other’s throats. It was Wang Shoucheng who snatched me back then, not you.

I’ve got beef with him, not you.

It was Zhou Jiaojiao who tried to drown my wife, not yours.

You and I have the least to do with each other.

Actually, there are a few things I need your help with."

Wang Qingfu was already plotting his escape, but hearing this, he suddenly got interested.

He’s asking me for help?

What luck!

He’d been racking his brain about how to draw Wang Qinghe out once he got the right crew together!