However, Zhou Yaozu—her precious son—suddenly seemed possessed.
He picked up the iron shovel that had been prepared for him and stood up in a daze.
“I don’t want to die… I’m the only bloodline of the Zhou family! You’ll understand me, right?”
His eyes were hollow as he slowly raised the shovel, choking back tears.
“I just want to live!”
“After you go… I’ll burn a lot of paper money for you… I promise!”
Wei Yurou clutched her throat, tears falling heavily onto the ground.
“There’s still a way… there must be a way!”
“When your father gets out, we’ll kill Jiang Ning! That little slut!”
But Zhou Yaozu muttered, almost crazed, “Dad can’t even protect himself anymore… he’ll understand me.”
“Dad… just go in peace. I’ll live well for you!”
And then—
After this twisted “mother-and-son farewell,” Zhou Yaozu swung the shovel down without hesitation.
It struck Wei Yurou’s neck.
The artery was severed instantly—blood gushed out violently.
Wei Yurou collapsed on the ground.
At that moment, Director Qi, who had been called over again by Zhao Long, witnessed the entire scene of Zhou Yaozu’s madness with his own eyes.
“Arrest him!”
Zhou Yaozu still screamed as he was dragged away:
“Sister! Save me!”
But Zhao Long knocked him unconscious with a single punch.
The Zhou family was completely finished.
Jiang Ning leaned back in a rattan chair, finally feeling a long-awaited sense of relief.
In just a few days after transmigrating, she had already changed the original storyline—and her own fate.
Meanwhile, He Linzhou was on a mission vehicle, staring blankly.
“Old He, why are you carrying so many water bottles?”
Deputy Commander Lin Zishen glanced at the four military water flasks He Linzhou was hugging like treasure.
He Linzhou didn’t bother answering.
These were given by his wife before he left—she said it contained sweet sugar water that could relieve fatigue.
To him, this wasn’t just water.
It was love.
Lin Zishen rolled his eyes. “Tch, show-off.”
In truth, the flasks contained spiritual spring water Jiang Ning had specially prepared for him in case of danger.
He Linzhou, completely convinced of his own interpretation, hugged them tighter.
Back at the Jiang residence, Jiang Ning was already planning her next target—
Red Committee Director Liu Qiang.
In the original plot, Liu Qiang had repeatedly harmed the Jiang family and even indirectly caused Old Master Jiang’s death.
A corrupt official, human scum—and extremely wealthy.
Naturally, she wouldn’t let him go.
She also knew from the book that Liu Qiang was involved in tomb robbers and illegal cultural relic trade.
So she wrote another denunciation letter and prepared to send it to Director Qi again.
That night, Jiang Ning brought Zhang Hu and Zhao Long out with shovels.
Their target: gold bars.
Liu Qiang had three hidden stash points:
Pigsty of the old residence
Chicken coop of the old residence
Under the locust tree at the new residence
And stolen cultural relics were buried in his father’s grave.
Like nighttime vigilantes from a Hong Kong action film, the three dressed in black cloth and masked their faces as they moved through the night.
Zhang Hu couldn’t help whispering excitedly, “Miss, are we robbing the rich to help the poor?”
Jiang Ning shot him a look. “Shut up. Dig.”
The old residence was abandoned and remote.
They quickly dug up twelve iron boxes from the pigsty and chicken coop.
Zhang Hu almost cheered.
But Jiang Ning immediately ordered, “Go guard outside.”
She checked the time—only four hours until dawn.
No time to open them.
She directly stored all the boxes into her space.
Next stop: the new residence.
Because of Liu Jiapao’s incident, the house was still brightly lit. Liu Qiang and his wife were arguing loudly inside.
After listening for a while, Zhao Long reported back.
Jiang Ning calmly said, “The locust tree is behind the house. Far enough.”
“Do it.”
Five more iron boxes were dug up and stored.
By the time they returned home, Wu Yi was already awake and cooking breakfast.
“Young Miss, where did you go?! I worried all night!”
Seeing them covered in dirt and dressed in black, she panicked.
Jiang Ning smiled. “If I don’t tell him, he won’t know.”
Wu Yi sighed tearfully. “Next time, you must take me with you.”
“Alright.”
After breakfast, all three went to rest.
Meanwhile, Director Qi was overwhelmed—just finished arresting the Red Committee director’s son, now he had to arrest the director himself.
The investigation team confirmed the crimes: illegal cultural relic trafficking and corruption.
Immediate arrest order issued.
Liu Qiang shouted in fury:
“I am the Red Committee Director! Who gave you the authority?!”
But Director Qi remained expressionless.
Outside, neighbors watched as the entire Liu family was taken away—and cheered loudly.
Finally, justice had come.