Why did Qiao Yuewei trust him?
Perhaps it was for comparison. In the original story, it was mentioned that a month after Qiao Yuewei’s death, on the day He Chuchu discovered she was pregnant, Qin Xingye—having just finished a secret mission—learned of Qiao Yuewei’s death. He ran from the southern district to the eastern province and knelt in front of her grave like a snowman.
The supporting female characters faced uncertain fates, while the protagonist enjoyed continuous happiness.
Returning to the present, Qiao Yuewei told Uncle Ren, “Uncle Ren, at the latest, I’ll be going to the southern district at the beginning of next month.”
“So soon?” Uncle Ren looked reluctant.
“Yes, no delay! Once I settle there, I’ll bring you over.”
Uncle Ren, like an uncle to her, had remained unmarried for the sake of the Qiao family. Qiao Yuewei had decided to take care of him in the future.
“All right, all right,” Uncle Ren beamed from ear to ear.
They chatted happily for a while when a loud banging at the main gate shook the house.
Qiao Yuewei narrowed her eyes. By now, Director Li must have sent people to take the house. Whoever could be this worked up besides He Runsong?
“Qiao Yuewei, you unfilial girl, come out here!”
Qiao Yuewei raised an eyebrow.
Uncle Ren frowned and stood up. “Yuewei, wait here for me!”
“Uncle Ren, I’m going with you.”
Perfect timing—she hadn’t yet thought of a way to send He Runsong off to labor reform, and now the opportunity had arrived.
They walked to the gate together, and it opened to reveal He Runsong’s twisted, furious face outside.
“Qiao Yuewei, you wicked girl!” Seeing her face, He Runsong’s anger surged; he wanted to strangle her right then and there.
Uncle Ren stepped between them to block him.
“What’s going on with the house?”
Qiao Yuewei lazily leaned against the door. “You already know, don’t you?”
“How dare you! You donated it—where are we supposed to live?!”
Qiao Yuewei glanced at him. “Why does it matter where you live?”
“It matters! I’m your dad!” He Runsong’s heart burned with fury at her indifferent attitude. This unfilial girl—he should have strangled her back then!
Qiao Yuewei waved her hand dismissively. “Not necessarily.”
He Runsong froze. What did she mean? Had Qiao Zhiyu cheated on him? Ha! No wonder she was premature and looked nothing like him!
“I’ve already published it in the paper. I’m severing all father-daughter ties with you, He Runsong.”
“What did you say?!” One blow after another hit He Runsong’s heart.
“The Qiao family mansion is property left to me by my maternal grandfather. I’ll handle it as I please. Whether you live in a bridge shelter or a guesthouse has nothing to do with me!”
“Qiao Yuewei, are you really going to be this heartless? I’m your biological father!” He Runsong raised his hand to advance, but Uncle Ren blocked him.
Qiao Yuewei snorted coldly, mocking, “I’d rather you weren’t. How did your family of four force me to go to the countryside? Also, I already knew He Chuchu and He Ximing are your biological children.”
He Runsong released Uncle Ren’s hand. “You already knew?”
“Do you think I’m a fool? You’ve been so generous to them, using my grandfather and mother’s money to support them. You must be very proud!”
“There’s one more thing. Want to know where those things went?”
Hearing Qiao Yuewei bring up the items herself, He Runsong exploded in rage. “It was you who did this! Where are my things? Did you move them here?!”
Qiao Yuewei chuckled and, spotting someone not far outside, signaled Uncle Ren. He glanced out, nodded knowingly, and stepped back a few paces.
Seeing this, He Runsong lunged and grabbed Qiao Yuewei by the neck.
Qiao Yuewei screamed at the top of her lungs, “Help! Don’t kill me! Don’t kill me!”
Uncle Ren also shouted from the side, “He Runsong, let go of Yuewei! Don’t get carried away—killing someone will land you in prison!”
He Runsong roared, “Tell me where my things are, or I’ll strangle you!”
Two figures nearby froze and ran toward them.
They had received a report and were inspecting the residential area, about to return to the station, when they unexpectedly witnessed the crime—outrageous!
“Stop!” they shouted as they ran.
Qiao Yuewei whispered, “So much money, so many gold bars and antiques… oh, and four ship tickets~”
“I threw the foreign currency into the river and tore up the tickets myself to feed the fish. He Runsong, don’t even think about escaping!”
He Runsong’s eyes brimmed with tears. Qiao Yuewei’s words struck him like a knife.
No tickets, no money—he couldn’t leave!
“Qiao Yuewei! I’ll kill you, I’ll kill you!”
“Stop!” the police shouted again.
But He Runsong not only refused to let go, he continued the attack in front of them, worsening his crime!
One officer struck his knee with a baton, another his elbow.
He Runsong, in pain, instinctively released her and covered his injuries.
Immediately, the two officers pinned him to the ground.
Catching her breath, Qiao Yuewei gasped. The marks on her neck were shocking. Uncle Ren, heart aching, wiped his tears and spat at He Runsong. “He Runsong, you ungrateful scoundrel!”
If Qiao Yuewei hadn’t held him back, he would have kicked He Runsong.
“I’m fine, Uncle Ren!”
“He attempted murder. I believe you can testify for me,” she said to the officers.
They nodded, “Of course.” Had they not happened to see this young lady, the criminal might have actually killed her—the neck injuries were horrifying.
“Miss, go to the hospital and get checked?” one officer kindly suggested.
“I…” Qiao Yuewei’s words were cut off.
He Runsong’s face was pinned to the ground. He shouted sideways, “Officer! I report—I want to report Qiao Yuewei for hoarding gold bars!”
Qiao Yuewei’s expression changed.
Uncle Ren was even angrier. “He Runsong, what nonsense are you talking about!”
“I’m not lying! Officer, search her now—before she moves them!”
Qiao Yuewei smirked. “All right, officer, call the Red Committee staff.”
The two officers exchanged glances. One asked, “Do you have a phone here?”
Uncle Ren nodded. “Yes.”
“I’ll make the call.”
He glanced at Qiao Yuewei, who nodded. He went with one officer to call, while the other held He Runsong down.
A small smile appeared in Qiao Yuewei’s eyes.
Before long, a commotion arose outside. Several people in deep navy uniforms, accompanied by police, were approaching the mansion.
Qiao Yuewei rubbed her neck, waiting for them.
“Captain, over here,” the officer holding He Runsong called to one of his colleagues.
The Red Committee leader scanned the group.
“Who reported hoarding gold bars?”
“I did!” He Runsong struggled to raise his hand. “I report Qiao Yuewei for hoarding gold bars in her real name!”
Qiao Yuewei also raised her hand. “Leader, I also report. I report in my real name that the criminal He Runsong hoarded gold bars!”