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Not to mention that Qiu Huaixin is not short of money, even if he can only get [-]% of the family property in the future, he will not want Mrs. Wu's private property.

I thought Mrs. Wu would excuse Wu by crying, making trouble, and hanging herself. Qiu Huaixin had already figured out how to refuse, but Mrs. Wu didn't plead for Wu's word, and acted so open-mindedly, which made Qiu Huaixin a little Guilty old Mrs. Wu with an old and tired face.

Qiu Huaixin picked up the brocade box on the table and brought it back to Mrs. Wu in person, "Madam, you are serious. Brother Chen is my nephew. I believe he will understand when he grows up. Please take these things back, Mrs. Wu, and hand them over to me later." Give it to Brother Chen."

After some refusals, Mrs. Wu had no choice but to ask Baolian to take the box back, grabbing Qiu Huaixin's wrist with her wrinkled hands, and begging in a hoarse voice, "Even if Zixian made thousands of mistakes, it's my old man's fault." Daughter, Huaixin, I just want to see this unfilial daughter in prison."

Seeing the grief suppressed in Mrs. Wu's eyes, Qiu Huaixin couldn't say no to it, so he had to agree to let Mrs. Wu go to the prison to see Mrs. Wu.

Zhan Feiyu, who had witnessed this scene from beginning to end, once again admired Mrs. Wu's methods. Sure enough, Jiang was still old and hot, and Qiu Huaixin couldn't resist this show of weakness.

"I'm afraid the Wu family won't survive tonight." Zhan Feiyu hugged the stove and sighed, the Wu family must not be able to withstand the revenge of the Qiu family, and the best way to resolve this crisis is for the Wu family to bear all the burdens alone. guilt.

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Seeing Qiu Huaixin approaching through the opened door, Qian Momo hurriedly said, "Madam, the third son is here."

When Baolian heard this, she hurriedly waited on Mrs. Wu and got off the carriage. The journey was bumpy, and Mrs. Wu didn't say a word. How could Baolian dare to complain as a servant.

After the news of Mrs. Wu's arrest spread back to the Wu family, not only the masters of the Wu family were worried, but also the servants were also panicked. If the Qiu family retaliated, their Wu family might also be in danger.

Qiu Huaixin had met Mrs. Wu several times before, and had also visited Wu's house, and had patted horses with the younger generation of Wu's family. At that time, Mrs. Wu had a kind face and treated the younger generation very generously.

But standing at the gate of the other courtyard at this moment, Qiu Huaixin looked at Mrs. Wu who got off the carriage. She was still the same person, but she was so old that Qiu Huaixin couldn't believe it. In an instant, the old lady became an old woman with one foot in the coffin.

"Huaixin, it's old people who can't teach their daughters well." Mrs. Wu said in a hoarse voice, she shook off Qian Momo's hand and staggered forward a few steps.

"The old lady is worried about her feet!" Qiu Huaixin hurriedly stepped forward to stop the old lady Wu who was about to kneel down.

Her lips trembled twice, Mrs. Wu's wrinkled hands suddenly grabbed Qiu Huaixin's hand, and the words of apology were swallowed down her throat, leaving only tearful eyes looking at Qiu Huaixin guiltily and remorsefully.

Zhan Feiyu stood in the corner with his hand stove in his arms, looked at Qiu Huaixin who was at a loss and uneasy, and whispered to He Nuan, "Ginger is still hot."

"Three young masters have little business." He Nuan agreed with a calm expression. The third young master is the youngest son of Mr. Qiu. All the peers he meets look up to him, while the elders are all kind and gentle. They have never encountered any dangers in human nature. .

It is normal for Mrs. Wu to show weakness, and it is normal for the third son to be unable to resist. If Master Qiu or Mrs. Qiu were here today, Mrs. Wu's bitter trick would definitely not work.

In the early winter wind and cold, Qiu Huaixin couldn't stand standing in the wind, let alone Mrs. Wu.

A quarter of an hour later, the charcoal stove in the main hall of the other courtyard was lit, and hot tea was delivered.

Zhan Feiyu cheekily sat aside with the stove in his arms, turning a blind eye to Qiu Huaixin's begging gaze for help.

Probably it was the warmth in the room that made Mrs. Wu finally regain some energy. As for the "bystander" Zhan Feiyu, Mrs. Wu could only pretend that she didn't see it. What she wanted to see today was Qiu Huaixin who was sitting in the main seat.

"Zixian is my old daughter. I, the mother, didn't teach her well. That's why Zixian made such a big mistake. Now a white-haired person sends a black-haired person, and old people deserve it." Old Mrs. Wu He no longer had the old look he had at the door just now. Although his face was still pale, he sat upright, and his expression and voice returned to normal.

Old Mrs. Wu looked at Qiu Huaixin, her old face under her silver hair showed her self-blame and guilt again, "She deserved what happened to Zixian, Huaixin, the old lady came here today because of Brother Chen."

Baolian put the wooden box in her hand on the table beside Qiu Huaixin, and then stepped back to stand behind Mrs. Wu.

"Huaixin, you don't need to refuse in a hurry." Mrs. Wu spoke first, probably thinking of Mrs. Wu, her voice was a little choked up, but this weakness was only for a moment.

Mrs. Wu explained: "The land deed, house deed and bank notes in this wooden box are my private property. I have divided these properties into two before I came here. In the future, if Brother Chen doesn't hold a grudge, you can take the half of it for me. Giving her his property can be regarded as my grandmother's compensation for him, if Huaixin will hold grudges against you because of Zixian's affairs in the future, and even take action, these properties should be regarded as my compensation for that unfilial daughter."

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