Chapter 1799: Is It Irrelevant?

She may not take revenge, but she must take revenge for her mother. As a child, if she cannot even take revenge for her parents whose graves have been dug up and their ashes have been smashed and scattered, then what kind of child is she?

She lowered her head again and stuffed all the meat in the bowl into her mouth. She had to eat it even if it was hard. She wanted to take care of her body. She wanted to let those people see who will have the last laugh.

Lu Yi sighed softly and touched Yan Huan's hair again, "Don't be afraid, we will definitely take revenge."

Yan Huan raised her face and smiled back at him, but there was sadness in her smile.

Yes, it was sadness, not for herself, but for her innocent mother who was implicated. How could there be such a shameless person in the world who could do such an inhumane thing.

People always say that the dead are the greatest, but what did these people do?

After Yan Huan finished her meal, she also returned to her room and went to be quiet for a while.

"What's wrong with her?" Why does Lei Qingyi always feel that there is something strange about Lu Yi and his wife? What's going on? Is there something else that he doesn't know?

"Don't you know?" Lu Yi asked Lei Qingyi.

Lei Qingyi was still puzzled. What does he know? The couple is like a mute mystery. Lu Yi is a quiet person, and Yan Huan is also a taciturn person. They didn't tell him, so how could he know?

"It's related to you," Lu Yi took the chopsticks and ate.

"The urn of Huanhuan's mother was also smashed by those people. Yiling also called Huanhuan's mother "Mom". She regarded Huanhuan's mother as her biological mother, so she is also your mother-in-law, and both of us are sons-in-law."

"What?" Lei Qingyi almost broke the chopsticks in his hand, "Is this true?"

"You can ask them." Compared with Lei Qingyi, Lu Yi was only calm on the surface, but his heart was full of waves and hatred, no less than Lei Qingyi, because the one whose urn was smashed and whose bones were crushed was not someone else, but their mother-in-law.

Needless to say, Yan Huan, many times when he dreamed of Yan's mother in the middle of the night, he would think that Yan's mother was suffering. Chinese people are very awed by ghosts and gods, so some people believe in the existence of souls.

And every time Yan Huan would cry uncontrollably, even if Yan's mother had been saved by a master, those things would be imprinted in Yan Huan's heart for the rest of his life and could never be erased.

How could Lei Qingyi still sit still after hearing this?

That's his mother-in-law. Although Yiling is not the biological daughter of Yan Mama, if there is no Yan Mama, how can there be the current Yiling? Yiling originally regarded her as Yan Mama's biological daughter.

As the son-in-law of Yan Mama, Lei Qingyi wants to avenge Yan Mama.

Okay, he shook his hand vigorously. He was really too kind and polite to them. How dare they play tricks with him? Don't they want to live?

When Huangmao saw Lei Qingyi again, he found that something seemed to have changed. Although Lei Qingyi was tall and strong before, he was also upright, so that was the reason why they were so fearless, but now it has changed.

Now Lei Qingyi is holding his breath in his heart. The cold eyes that seem to want to pinch him to death also scared Huangmao to sit up straight. The previous ruffian look is gone, and he dare not make trouble.

Lei Qingyi put his hands on the table, and he clenched his fingers from time to time, clacking them, as if he was going to beat someone up.

And every time these sounds were made, they tortured Huangmao, and made his scalp numb.

"Speak!"

"What?"

"Shut up!" Lei Qingyi sneered, and suddenly grabbed Huangmao's hair, almost tearing his scalp. Huangmao twisted his face, and said something, what else could he say, he was told to shut up, what else could he say, what else could he dare to say?

"Speak!" Lei Qingyi increased his strength, and almost lifted Huangmao up, because Huangmao had left him long hair, and Brother Hua was bald, so Huangmao's hair was left for pulling.

"Tell me, have you ever smashed a woman's urn?"

"Yes, I have," Huangmao admitted generously, "Why are you so angry? I didn't smash your parents?"

Lei Qingyi slowly let go of Huangmao's hair. Huangmao wanted to fix his hair as usual, but with handcuffs on his hands, it was so difficult for him to even raise his hands.

Then the people outside heard a series of screams from inside, and almost everyone who heard it couldn't help but feel their scalps tingling.

Their director hasn't been so cruel for a long time.

When Lei Qingyi moved his hand away again, Huangmao looked like he was fished out of the water.

He stretched out his finger and pointed at Lei Qingyi. He didn't understand where Lei Qingyi's viciousness came from today. He had never been like that before. He was an upright policeman yesterday, but why did he change today?

And he didn't know what method he used. He was so painful that he jumped up with just a pinch on his body. It was simply worse than death, but he couldn't die.

Lei Qingyi clapped his hands and said, "How dare you touch a dead person?"

There is nothing that cannot be moved. Huang Mao still has no guilt. He has moved a lot of living people, not to mention the dead. People like them will go to hell after they die anyway, so what's wrong with doing those things?

"I heard that you have parents?"

Lei Qingyi clenched his knuckles again, and his knuckles cracked, which made people feel scared and terrified. If he was hit by such a big fist, would he still be able to survive?

Huang Mao's face suddenly changed.

"These have nothing to do with my parents?"

"No relationship?" Lei Qingyi sneered, "If you don't teach your children, it's the father's fault. You don't even let the dead go. I want to know what kind of people your parents are. They can actually teach a son like you. People always say that the upper beam is not straight, and the lower beam is crooked. Maybe they have done no less bad things than you."

"My parents are ordinary people. They haven't done anything. These things have nothing to do with them." Huang Mao's sweat hairs exploded. Obviously, Lei Qingyi seemed to have touched his bottom line.

"Ordinary people?" Lei Qingyi stood up and looked down at the dying face of the yellow-haired man.

"Ordinary people, spending the money you earned with your conscience, even if they are ordinary people, the nature is different, no matter how unrelated they are, they are related now."