After kicking out my ex-husband, his brother and I got back together.

Jingyi looked at her mother's photo on the stone tablet, squatted down and touched it gently.

Looking at my mother’s smile in the photo, it’s so bright, it reminds me of my childhood.

Qi Shu at the side also squatted down to look at the photo of Jingyi's mother.

"My mother looks very girly. She doesn't look like a forty-year-old at all."

"Well, Auntie looks like a lady in her twenties."

Qi Shu answered seriously.

Looking at this photo brought back many memories for Jingyi.

"Yes, when my mother took this photo, it happened to be her birthday, and my father specially hired a photographer to take the photo at home."

"At that time, I was in my second year of high school, and the whole family celebrated her birthday. Grandpa, father, second uncle, third uncle, their whole family, and younger brothers and sisters were all there."

"Everyone was so kind and friendly. It was very unforgettable."

Speaking of this, Jingyi's eyes gradually turned cold.

She suddenly discovered that her mother's stone tablet was very clean, as if someone had been there and cleaned it.

She tilted her head and looked around the stone monument. Qi Shu seemed to notice what she was looking for.

Yang Jingyi frowned and took out a necklace on the lawn under the stone monument.

A necklace without a main diamond. The pink diamond in the middle was taken away, leaving only some broken diamonds.

"Why is there a necklace?" Qi Shu asked puzzledly.

Yang Jingyi frowned, and the anger in her heart suddenly reached her throat.

"This was a birthday present from me to my mom. It's her favorite thing to wear."

As she spoke, her eyes happened to catch a glimpse of a note in the corner.

She unfolded the note and it read:

Welcome back, Jingyi.

If you want your mother's relics, come to Yang's Mansion.

The words on the note are heart-breaking.

"Have your second uncle and the others been here?" Qi Shu asked.

I heard her talk about Yang Jingyi's family affairs when she was in college, but the specific family struggle is not very clear.

"I can't think of anyone but them."

"Knowing that I was coming back, everyone became nervous."

Yang Jingyi looked serious, stood up slowly, and put the necklace into her bag.

Then he turned around and said to Qi Shu:

"Qi Shu, I won't go to the company for a while. I have to go to Yang's mansion. Can you give me a ride?"

Qi Shu said without hesitation: "Of course, I will go with you."

After coming out of Chen Yudie's cemetery, the two drove to the Yang Family Mansion in the city.

Yang's Mansion was Yang Jingyi's former home. It was only the home of her grandfather, father and mother.

It has been Yang Tianqiang’s home since the first semester of his senior year of high school.

The second uncle is Yang Tianqiang.

Yang's clothing industry started in Grandpa Zeng's generation and prospered in Master Yang's generation, establishing diplomatic relations with other groups such as Fan's.

Yang Jingyi grew up with a silver spoon in her mouth, and her family's wealth from generation to generation was enough to last them several lifetimes.

At that time, the old man also made financial donations to the revolutionary cause, and had contacts with many famous people at that time, including professors at Qingbei University, shipbuilding entrepreneurs, etc.

Nowadays, the prosperity of these families is like a dream to Yang Jingyi.

At this time, in the Yang's mansion, Yang Tianqiang came back from the press conference ahead of schedule.

As soon as Yang Tianqiang arrived home, his little wife, who was still admiring the Hermès bag he just bought, immediately ran up to her to show her attentiveness.

"Honey, why are you back so soon? You were so handsome when you spoke at the press conference today!" Qin Qing pinched Yang Tianqiang's shoulders in a pretentious manner, and gave him a slap on the back from time to time.

Yang Tianqiang proudly pulled his little wife, let her sit on his lap, touched Qin Qing's legs and said:

"We have a distinguished guest coming to our house today. Go and call Yang Laosan's wife."

"Just say that the illegitimate daughter is back and ask him to come over."

Upon hearing this, Qin Qing said excitedly:

"Ah, Yang Jingyi is really back?!"

"You thought she was joking at Fashion Week?"

"You have been hiding for so many years and now you are back. Are you here to rob the family property?"

Thinking of this, Qin Qing was so frightened that she suddenly got off Yang Tianqiang's lap and stared at him nervously.

Yang Tianqiang smiled contemptuously:

"Look at your little vision, can this little brat be my opponent?!"

"Besides, he has no blood relationship with the Yang family at all, so what qualifications do he have to rob the family property."

Yang Tianqiang's tone gradually became excited.

Upon seeing this, Qin Qing quickly lay down next to Yang Tianqiang and comforted:

"Yes, yes, she is a little girl. What kind of threat can she pose to our brother Tianqiang? Not even a little bit of a threat~"

In an instant, Yang Tianqiang was coaxed by Qin Qing and grinned. The two of them were getting tired of each other.

The door opened, and two tall figures appeared at the door.

Hearing the noise, Yang Tianqiang and the others turned around and saw that it was his son and his classmates.

Qin Qing was also startled, straightened her clothes awkwardly, and said to Yang Tianqiang:

"Then I'm going to call my third sister-in-law first."

Then he walked upstairs and glanced at the handsome young man standing at the door.

Yang Chule glanced at his biological father with a bored look on his face.

Yang Tianqiang straightened his clothes and stood up, scolding Yang Chule:

"Yang Chule, please show me your face again, try it!"

"My skin is itching again, isn't it!?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Chule's veins popped out, and the moment he clenched his fists, a hand was placed on his shoulder.

Song Muran on the side quickly stepped forward and said with a smile:

"Uncle Yang, don't be familiar with him, he has such a bad face."

As he spoke, he slapped Yang Chule on the back.

Yang Chule was not angry anymore, but he didn't say anything.

Seeing Song Muran coming out to rescue him, Yang Tianqiang did not use force on him:

"If it weren't for Mu Ran's sake, I would have pushed you in and whipped you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Chule roared angrily as if he had been lit on a live wire:

"If you beat me, you'd better beat me to death. I tell you that after I graduate today, we will break away from our father-son relationship. You can live with that woman while I go find my mother!"

"Just do whatever you want!"

As he spoke, he walked towards the room upstairs, and finally grabbed the door and entered.

"Get down here and see if I don't beat you to death!" Yang Tianqiang was so angry that he picked up the golf club next to him and prepared to catch up.

Song Muran stopped him and dragged him back.

"Uncle, don't get excited. He's just stubborn. I'll tell him. Don't worry. I'll do the ideological work."

Yang Tianqiang put the club back and looked at Song Muran with a pleased expression:

"You are still lovable, kid!"

"Unlike that rebellious son, your mother really taught you well."

"I also saw your mother at the press conference today. She is still so beautiful."

When Yang Tianqiang said this, he was also observing Song Muran's expression.

Seeing that he had no objection, he continued:

"You also know that uncle has liked your mother for a long time, and you and Chu Le are like brothers. Wouldn't it be better for us to become a family in the future?"