Chapter 1187 Not Everyone Who Dies Can Be Forgiven

You Yi asked: "You know, Xia Rushuang and Ye Jiangong have been in contact for these years."

You Qian thought for a moment and answered truthfully: "I know... but, they have been in contact very secretly."

You Yi continued to ask: "17 years ago, Xia Rushuang went to Los Angeles and asked Ye Jiangong to kill a woman. Did you know about this?"

You Qian immediately said: "How can I know this?"

"Forget it, we have nothing to talk about."

You Qian hurriedly said: "Okay, I'll tell you, in fact, I have always suspected that the two of them had a private affair, and asked someone to investigate them, but the two of them just met to avoid the eyes, and did not do anything else. Later, I didn't care. I do know that she asked Ye Jiangong to get rid of a woman 17 years ago, but I don't know who it was, and it has nothing to do with me, so why should I care so much."

You Qian and Xia Rushuang have always been the kind of model couple who behave very well in front of outsiders, but in private, they are actually... a little tacit.

Smuggling together, making money together, but secretly guarding against each other.

You Yi looked at him: "You... actually... knew..."

You Yi stood up slowly.

You Qian thought that was enough: "I told you what you want to know, will you agree to it?"

You Yi nodded: "Agree... of course I agree..."

You Yi punched You Qian in the face, and he screamed and fell to the ground, unable to get up.

You Qian heard the fist hitting his face like a hammer, and he heard a muffled bang in his ears, as if his bones were about to break. You Qian screamed, "You Yi, you bastard..."

You Yi stepped on his hand: "You should be happy, you only know this, otherwise... what hit you is not a fist, but a knife!"

"What do you mean?"

You Yi stepped over his body: "Don't try to use me again, the life and death of the You family has nothing to do with me anymore."

"You Yi, you are a member of the You family."

Unfortunately, You Yi ignored him again.

...

Yan Qingsi returned to the Xia family and heard the old man's voice before she entered the living room.

He said with a slightly flattering tone: "Pei Wan, you see she is dead, why not... bring the body back and bury it? No matter what, the person is dead, the grudges should be over, right?"

Yan Qingsi stepped in and smiled: "Grandpa is so kind, people killed your daughter and almost killed your wife, you can still repay evil with kindness, I really admire you!"

The old lady's face was so angry that she didn't even have time to retreat when she saw Qingsi.

The old man was a little flustered when he saw Yan Qingsi: "Qingsi...you...you are back?"

Yan Qingsi smiled and looked straight at the old man: "I really don't understand, how good is Xia Rushuang, that grandpa can forget so many things and defend her again and again?"

The old man sighed: "I didn't forget, I just think that people are dead, we can't always live in the past and always care about those hatreds..."

Yan Qingsi's eyes flashed with sarcasm: "People are dead, can the bad things she did be forgiven? I'm sorry I can't agree with grandpa's kindness, not to mention...her husband's family didn't care, aren't you caring too much?"

The old man didn't know what to say: "I...I'm not, after all...the person is dead..."