Quick Wear: BE cannon fodder does not follow the routine

Chapter 682 Marrying the Wrong Man or the Right One? (3)

On the well-arranged street, the door of a shop was suddenly knocked, and the barking of dogs followed, breaking the original tranquility.

The sound of a door opening came closer and closer, and a bell-like voice called out, "I'm coming."

A middle-aged man opened the door, and saw a group of people standing at the door with torches or lanterns.

"Master, sir, young master..." The middle-aged man was about to speak, but before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the white-bearded old man in the lead.

The white-bearded old man had a serious face and sharp eyes. He stared straight at the middle-aged man in front of him and asked in a deep voice, "Is your boss here?"

The middle-aged man was stunned at first, then he quickly responded: "In reply to the old man, the boss and his family have fallen asleep. I will go and wake them up right away."

"Well, it's good that you're at home. Otherwise, if something happens, I'm afraid we won't even be able to find someone to collect the bodies!" The white-bearded old man snorted coldly, and as he spoke, he took a step forward and strode into the shop with an attitude that showed he didn't recognize any of his relatives.

Those who came with the old man did not dare to be negligent at all and followed closely behind.

The group walked through shops filled with colorful dyed cloths, passed aisles with large and small blank walls, and finally arrived at a spacious and bright hall.

As soon as he entered the hall, the butler standing beside him immediately came forward with a smile on his face and greeted him warmly, "Master, please take a seat." Then he turned to the servant beside him and ordered, "Go and prepare the tea. I want the best tea leaves!"

However, at this moment, a woman in the crowd seemed unable to suppress her nervousness. She couldn't help but raise her hand to wipe the fine beads of sweat that kept oozing out of her forehead. Then, without saying a word, she spread her legs and ran towards the kitchen, as if she was afraid that she would be punished if she was a little slower.

On this side, the white-bearded old man had just sat down steadily, and on the other side, a middle-aged man hurriedly rushed into the hall, dragging his shoes.

I saw this middle-aged man who was casually wearing a robe. He was breathing a little hard due to jogging all the way.

But even so, he still walked forward respectfully, bowed to the white-bearded old man, and said softly: "Dad, how are you? I wonder why you came to visit me tonight?"

"Something happened at home. If I hadn't come, you would probably still be sleeping soundly." The old man said unhappily.

A beautiful woman also walked in quickly, took the tea brought by the servant, and handed it to the table next to the old man, saying, "Dad, it's not easy for you to come here so late at night. Please have some tea."

"You two are actually in the mood to drink tea now. Gu Erfang, something happened to your daughter."

"Dad, are you talking about Xiaoxi?"

"Could it be that you have other daughters living outside and you dare not bring them home?"

"How is that possible? I only have one wife..."

"Assholes, you didn't pay attention to your daughter until she came home at night, and now you go and snatch her from the King of Hell!"

"No, Dad, Xiaoxi clearly..."

"What do you mean by 'obviously'? Your mother is still leading people to look for her by the river. You two are the only ones who are so careless. The girl fell into the water and her whereabouts are still unknown."

"How could it be, I just clearly..." Gu Erfang was about to explain, but he didn't expect his wife to put her hand on his arm. The two looked at each other, and the man immediately shut his mouth and stopped talking.

"Why don't you say anything? Why don't you send someone to look for him now? It's a life after all."

Before the Gu Erfang couple could say anything, a ruddy, slightly plump woman in red stepped forward and said aggrievedly, "Uncle, aunt, it was because I, as a sister, was useless and failed to keep a close eye on Xiaoxi that she fell into the water at such a young age. She is still in doubt whether she is alive or dead."

After she finished speaking, the woman wiped the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, her voice sobbing and very sad, and everyone who heard it was filled with grief and anger.

"Sister-in-law, your daughter is missing now, but I didn't expect you to still be in a daze. Do you still have the nature of a mother?" A woman in brocade clothes pointed at the woman next to Gu Erfang and cursed.

"Ms. Yang, how dare you still be in a daze when lives are at stake?" The old man slammed the ground with his cane, the anger between his brows clearly visible.

"Aunt, I know you can't accept this fact right now. Sister Xiaoxi is at the age of a flower, yet she is so young... wuwuwu!"

"Hanhuan, are you sure something happened to Xiaoxi?" Gu Yang looked directly at Gu Fenghuan and asked loudly.

"Sister-in-law, Huanhuan and Xiaoxi are sisters. How could she deceive us about something like this?" A man with deep eye sockets defended.

"You said my daughter was dead without any evidence. How can I, as a mother, accept this?"

"That's right, Huanhuan. Didn't you ask Xiaoxi to go to the studio to watch a play at dusk? Everything was fine then."

Gu Fenghuan had tears in her eyes. She signaled the servant beside her to present a tray. She said sadly, "Aunt, Uncle, I know you can't accept the fact that Xiaoxi drowned, but it has already happened. Please accept my condolences."

"Speak clearly, who died? You are cursing my daughter."

"Ms. Yang, can you please be more sober? Huanhuan and Xiaoxi have had a deep relationship since childhood. How can she accept this fact?"

"She cursed my daughter, and I also said that she should die soon and be reborn soon. Are you willing to listen?"

The old man at the side pounded the table and yelled at the woman: "Yang, this is not Huanhuan's fault. Everyone has their own destiny. You should prepare for your funeral."

"Dad, you are just looking for trouble. Funeral arrangements? Whose funeral arrangements are you going to arrange? Even if someone really fell into the water, how can you be sure that it was Xiaoxi who fell into the water?"

Gu Erfang's face flushed, and he also looked angry, and he agreed: "My wife is right, there is no evidence."

Seeing that the people from the second house didn't believe her, Gu Fenghuan was about to explain everything from beginning to end when a child of about twelve or thirteen suddenly rushed in from the back door with a broom in his hand.

Snapped--

"Bad guy, you scolded my sister, you are a bad guy!"

Faced with the sudden suppression, Gu Fenghuan was at a loss and quickly stepped back. After seeing who was coming, she used her strong body to push the child down.

"You little bastard, you dare to hit my daughter, I'll tear you apart!" Seeing this, the slightly plump woman immediately stepped forward and cursed.

"Xin'er!" Yang quickly pulled the child back, stroked the child's forehead and asked, "Are you okay?"

Seeing this, Gu Fenghuan started to cry and said, "Aunt, Brother Xin, I know you have hatred in your hearts. You hate that your sister Xiaoxi died without any achievements. Look at this outer robe."