Chapter 1188 The Love You Gave Her Was the Knife She Used to Stab Your Daughter

Yan Qingsi nodded: "Yes, everyone is dead, but do you really know how she died?"

The old man didn't dare to look into Yan Qingsi's eyes: "It wasn't that everything was exposed, but...she was killed by her brother-in-law."

"Ha...it seems...uncle didn't tell you."

The old lady asked: "What did you say?"

Yan Qingsi kept looking at the old man and said: "Xia Rushuang was actually not killed by Youyou, but by me. No, she was not killed by me. I was holding the dagger in my hand, and she grabbed my hand." , stabbed herself, and then jumped from the 4th floor. Do you know why she did this? Because she wanted to frame her, she wanted to use me as a backstop. She died, and the only murder weapon on her body had my fingerprints. You said, I What's not the murderer?"

The expressions of the old man and the old lady changed immediately.

Yue Tingfeng wanted to stop Yan Qingsi. Since Xia Anlan didn't say anything, it was because he didn't want the two old people to know more about it for the time being.

He reached out to hold Yan Qingsi's hand, but she remained unmoved and continued: "In order to help me, Youyou jumped down from the building, pulled out the dagger, wiped off the fingerprints on it, and then... in Xia Rushuang Before she died, I gave her one last stab. You may not know... what she told me before she died."

"She said that she hates everyone in the Xia family because you trample on her, because you don't treat her as a human being, because you love my mother more than she does, because she thinks my mother is a waste, why is she a waste? She got so much? So she wanted revenge, she wanted to get it back, so she colluded with her biological father, Ye Jiangong, and kidnapped my mother. Unfortunately, my mother was lucky and did not die, but it was useless. After many years, she was still She found it and... died at her hands."

Yan Qingsi looked at the earth-colored old man and spread her hands, "You see that you are determined to do good things. You always thought that you saved her from fire and water, right? Do you think she will be grateful to you?"

"It's a pity...I have never been grateful to you. In her eyes, your kindness and compassion are probably just...unnecessary, a trampling and insult to her. The love you extended to her was her stab at you. Daughter’s sword, the jackal you feed is fed with the flesh and blood of your own daughter.”

Yan Qingsi bent down to the old man and bowed 90 degrees. She said: "I'm sorry, I didn't want to irritate you like this, but I really can't hear what you said. Yes, some grievances can be settled once they die, but some Death is too cheap for her."

The hatred for Xia Rushuang will not fade away just because she is dead.

The evil she sat down will not be treated as if it did not happen just because of her death.

After listening to Yan Qingsi's words, the old man sat there withered. After a long time, he covered his face and burst into tears.

Yan Qingsi looked at the old lady. There was no more expression on her face, she was still very indifferent, but her tears kept falling silently, one by one.

Yan Qingsi felt uncomfortable. She walked to the old lady, squatted down, and said, "Grandma, I'm sorry, uncle didn't want you to hear this. I couldn't control it."

Fortunately this time, the two old men probably experienced too many things recently. Although they were both greatly stimulated, luckily they didn't faint!

Yan Qingsi didn't just say it out of anger. She had thought about it before coming.