Little One Tears the Villain’s Script

The atmosphere was lifeless and depressing. You could even feel the sadness in the air when you breathed in.

There was an accident at home.

Jiang Xiaoman’s footsteps couldn’t help but slow down.

In the end, they were still her family. Although they had never lived together, did not see each other every day and night and naturally did not have very deep feelings, blood was thicker than water. If something happened to her blood relatives, she should be very sad, right?

Yu Qingshi, who was walking beside her, noticed something strange, and held her hand without hesitation.

His warm and generous palm transmitted endless power, showing his silent support.

Knowing that he was comforting her, Jiang Xiaoman smiled at him and whispered, “Let’s go in.”

At the same time, Jiang Xiaoman asked the system in her heart, “What happened? You bastard didn’t lie to me, right? Didn’t you say that the effect of Liang Siyu’s system has been lifted, and Grandpa has recovered from the abnormal state? If you dare to lie to me, you better watch your back! If you can get bugs even in this kind of thing, then you really are too useless.”

She was very fierce. Her tone was full of gunpowder.

“The system have no brains!”

“Even at a time like this, you still want to quibble with me?”

“Host, the person who died is not Old Master Wen.”

“Eh?”

The system said, “The one whose vital signs disappeared is Liang Siyu.”

Jiang Xiaoman: “???”

Jiang Xiaoman was also stunned.

She never expected that the person who died was actually Liang Siyu.

As soon as she entered the door, Jiang Xiaoman felt that the atmosphere inside was even more depressing than outside. Even those white clusters of flowers were torn off and thrown on the ground.

Wen Hui was standing in the living room, her hands wrapped in front of her chest. She was not wearing mourning clothes, and did not wear even a single white flower. She was angrily instructing the servants to take down these ominous things.

Right now, Jiang Xiaoman could not help but doubt that she had come to the wrong place.

It was so different.

Was there anything wrong at home or not?

“Mom.” Jiang Xiaoman called out. Only then did Wen Hui turn to look at her. When she saw Yu Qingshi next to Jiang Xiaoman, she smiled and said, “Qingshi is here, too?”

In the past few years, Wen Hui had also met Yu Qingshi and knew that they had a good relationship, so she didn’t say anything about it.

It’s just that things were a bit complicated today, and she had no time to host Yu Qingshi.

“Hello, Auntie.” Yu Qingshi greeted her and sat on the sofa.

The three of them sat together, and Jiang Xiaoman said at this moment, “Mom, what happened at home?”

Wen Hui immediately frowned, an irritated look flashing across her face.

She said with disgust, “Three days ago, Liang Siyu’s body was found in a lake in the city park after drowning.”

“What?”

“The police said that they couldn’t find the cause, so it was closed and regarded as an unsolved case.” Wen Hui sighed heavily and rubbed her brow with one hand, “We were once mother and daughter, so collecting her body could be considered a last act of kindness. But I didn’t expect that your grandmother she… she actually asked me to put up a tablet for Liang Siyu at home, saying that she was not eighteen years old yet when she died. If there is no one to offer incense at home, she won’t be able to be reincarnated.”

Having said this, Wen Hui sneered heavily, her eyes full of disdain, “I know her feelings are very deep and she really loved her granddaughter, but did she even look at the person? She isn’t her granddaughter! She’s an outsider, and I’ve already raised her and collected her corpse. She still wants me to offer incense for her at my house? Dream on! The cemetery isn’t cheap, but I’m willing to buy a piece of land to bury her. I’m already doing her a great favor, but raising a tablet for her at home so she can curse me?!”

Just now, Wen Hui had a quarrel with Old Madam Wen, and the mother and daughter parted ways in anger.

Old Madam Wen said that the latter was cold-hearted and had no conscience, and Wen Hui thought the former was unreasonable.

When she thought of Liang Siyu, the scar on Wen Hui’s heart opened again and the pain was dripping with blood.

Although her daughter had been found, the lost feelings and time were irreparable, not to mention that Liang Siyu was still the child of her husband’s mistress. She had already raised a mistress’s child for so many years, and she still had to offer her incense at home after her death? What a joke.

Wen Hui couldn’t take it anymore. Seeing that her mother became more and more unreasonable, she quickly called Jiang Xiaoman back.

“Don’t worry about it, this is for the adults to handle. I didn’t call you back to make you go to the funeral.” Wen Hui didn’t continue to talk about the matter, but stood up and went to the study to take out a document from the safe, “This is the will I asked your grandfather to write. You keep it well, don’t be deceived. You are already eighteen years old, and here is a letter for the transfer of shares. Sign it, and I will give 5% of the shares that are in my name. Consider this a coming-of-age present for you. In the future, these will be yours.”

Jiang Xiaoman was stunned for a moment, and looked at Yu Qingshi.

They looked at other, not understanding what kind of development was happening.