It was very easy to fool Mother Yan.
Jiang Chongyan was unfathomable in all aspects. His parents were truly deceased, and the Jiang family members were not considered his relatives; they were an eyesore even as strangers.
He would deal with them sooner or later.
For now, he only needed to pretend they didn't exist, to make Mother Yan believe that Jiang Chongyan was just a pitiful child with no parents.
Father Qiao and Qiao Bailian were not so easily fooled, but they didn't expose him on the spot.
The two stayed at the Yan family's for one night. The next morning, Father Qiao went to work. Mother Yan hadn't slept well for several days, and after drinking some wine the night before, she was still asleep.
Qiao Bailian was eating breakfast.
Upon seeing the two, she mysteriously took out something.
"Let me show you something good."
"What is it?"
The two sat down at the table. A maid served them millet congee.
"Tada!" She slapped a small paper figurine onto the table. "I found this last night when I passed by Mom's room. Look how well it's made! It's folded from paper, so exquisite! Whoever folded it must be a very skilled young lady! I'll ask around later to see whose it is?"
Zhu Ran: "..." Who was that jinx who said that last night?
"Do you know what this is?"
"A little paper figure!" Qiao Bailian took it and examined it closely. She was clearly fond of the delicate little figure. Su Dan Novel Network.
"The person who folded it is called a curse paper. You write a person's birth date and time inside, fold it into a human shape, and then obtain blood from the person themselves or their relatives to perform a curse. This thing was most likely made by Qin Xiuran."
Qiao Bailian threw it away halfway through, clapping her hands to avoid any ill fortune.
"Damn! Is this guy sick? He slandered someone, and now he's cursing them? He's not afraid of divine retribution."
Zhu Ran smiled inwardly, thinking that he was favored by the heavens, so how could the heavens punish him?
"What do we do now?"
"We fight fire with fire, of course."
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Heaven and Earth.
A high-end club run by a collateral branch of the Mu family.
A young man with a fawning smile, bowed subserviently, and asked with concern, "Young Master Mu, are you recovered from your injuries?"
"I've been fine for a long time," Mu Yunqian said, holding a glass of red wine. His hair had grown back, and his injuries had long since healed, but he was still simmering with anger.
"It's good that you're fine, good that you're fine." The man smiled obsequiously, sensing that he wasn't too happy, and slowly retreated.
Qin Xiuran asked with a cold expression, "Why did you ask them to come?"
"Mu Hao organized this gathering, and he invited the people."
The swelling on Qin Xiuran's face hadn't completely disappeared. Fortunately, the private room was dimly lit, and no one paid attention to his facial injuries.
He looked at a group of men and women jumping around, his voice laced with impatience, "Tell him to come over and get these people out of here, they're too noisy!"
Mu Yunqian quickly said, "Yes, cousin, I'll go call him over now."
With that, he got up to find the organizer.
He had just found the person who organized the gathering when he heard a startled cry from over there. The two of them hurried over.
The startled girl had already moved away, and the music had stopped instantly. Someone had switched on the lights.
On the floor of the club's private room, Qin Xiuran was writhing on the floor like a snake. Although his body had widened and he had the advantage of height, he was still quite agile when he twisted.
"Cousin!"
Mu Yunqian rushed forward in alarm, wanting to stop him, but he was directly knocked aside by Qin Xiuran's flailing body.
"What are you waiting for? Come and help!"
The group of people snapped back to reality, rushing forward, grabbing hands and feet, and cooperating to pin Qin Xiuran to the floor.
He was still twisting uncontrollably.
"Hold him down, hold him down!"
"Hold his hands!"
"His legs!"