Suman was surprised that he suddenly became so frank.
"You kid, what are you talking nonsense about? Don't talk nonsense. Oh, my dear grandson, how can you talk nonsense?" Grandma suddenly appeared in the room, and with a concerned look on her face, she rushed forward and stroked her eldest grandson's forehead. Face, he yelled at Suman angrily and anxiously: "What are you doing? Hurry up and let go of my eldest grandson!"
She anxiously went to pull out Suman's dagger, but the dagger seemed to be conscious and drove harder. Qianji's voice changed due to pain. She said, standing there at a loss, but she didn't dare to go any further. He moved erratically, but kept scolding Suman, "Xiaoji is just a child, what are you doing to a child?"
"Just a child? Are you sure your brain is normal?" Suman looked at her as if she was mentally retarded: "He just admitted that he killed your son."
"No, no, it's all Xiaoji who was forced to talk nonsense by you! My son was killed by the broomstick!" When she heard Suman say these words, she wanted to rush forward and tear her mouth apart, but she was timid. He didn't dare to move, he could only tremble in place.
"Okay, then you said it was Mrs. Jinghua who killed them. Then tell me how they were killed? Why did Mrs. Jinghua kill them all? Even her own daughter was not spared."
Suman didn't argue with her and just let her tell what happened that day.
The old woman's eyes flashed, and she said with an inward look: "What else could be going on, just... just... ah, she just doesn't want to bear the reputation of being a mistress. She always says that she is my son. My first wife, she has an abnormal mind. Does a person with an abnormal mind need a reason to kill someone?"
She became more and more enthusiastic as she spoke, and seemed to really feel aggrieved for her son, "My son is such an outstanding person, even if he really failed her... Of course, my son did not fail her, that's all I said. , even if he really failed her, wouldn’t he have taken her over to enjoy the blessings later? Why is she unhappy? She will never be able to get the glory and wealth that my son can bring her in this life! "
"So, grandma, she is really my dad's first wife, and my mom and I are the later ones?" Qian Ji didn't know his grandma's character. The explanation was a cover-up, which meant that what she said before was all real.
"No, Xiaoji... oh, look at my mouth, no... Xiaoji, listen to grandma..."
"I won't listen to that, just tell me if my mother and I came together later!!" Qian Ji interrupted her angrily and asked sharply.
Grandma didn't expect that Xiaoji would suddenly no longer be on the same side as her, and she was a little at a loss.
"Xiao Ji, listen to grandma explain, your father is just... he is just... your mother is richer... Oh, no, just... Xiao Ji, grandma is sorry for you!!" The more grandma explained, the more unclear she became. , simply sat down on the ground, cried and started to play tricks.
Suman and Qian Ji have both understood, that is to say, it is true that Jinghua is the first wife, and it is also true that his father abandoned Jinghua to be with Qian Ji's mother for money and future.
Qian Ji seemed to be hit hard and was stunned for two seconds, then suddenly laughed crazily.
"It's all fake, it's all fake. No wonder my mother hates me so much, and no wonder that woman hates me so much."
He laughed and cried, "Everyone hates me, I shouldn't have been born at all!"
"Xiaoji, Xiaoji, no, grandma and daddy love you." When grandma saw Qian Ji's possessed look, she didn't even care about crying. She immediately got up and coaxed: "Look at Ai Ji's name. Aiji, Aiji, grandma named it, it means love Xiaoji, you are grandma’s good grandson.”
"Oh, it's all fake. What if I'm not your good grandson? What if I'm a girl like Ai Ji? Grandma, will you still love me?" A desolate smile appeared on Qian Ji's immature face. It was as if I understood a lot in an instant.
Grandma also fell silent for a moment. How should she answer? There must be a boy in the family. A boy can pass on the family business and pass on the incense. What can we do without a boy?
At this moment, silence was louder than sound, and Qian Ji understood her answer.
But that's okay.
"Grandma, then your death was not unjust."
Qian Ji sat on the ground dejectedly, "Originally, I still felt a little guilty in my heart. After all, before you died, you wanted to protect me and let me leave the room and run out."
"Xiao Ji, what do you mean? What are you talking about? Grandma can't understand."
"If you don't understand, you were killed by him too." Suman looked at this scene and couldn't help but make a sarcastic comment, "Now that you say you don't love him, he will naturally feel less guilty."
After Suman finished speaking, he denied himself: "Actually, he probably didn't feel guilty at all at that time."
If you were really guilty, you wouldn't choose to kill someone.
"Is that so? Xiaoji, how could you be like this? Grandma is so good to you..." Grandma was stunned in disbelief. She was really good to him. She was always worried that he would not have enough to eat or clothes to keep warm. Even she I have never been nice to Ai Ji, but I have never treated Xiao Ji like that.
Qian Ji didn't want to answer her anymore. Isn't it right to be nice to him? He was the only boy in the family. Didn't she say it herself? She was only good to him because he was a boy, so what's the point of causing trouble now?
He was really angry, "You are also the culprit who killed my mother, you deserve to die!" At that time, his mother's health was not good and she couldn't stand the stimulation, but the old woman always scolded her, saying that she couldn't clean up the house. She couldn't cook delicious meals, and she was always picking on his mother. That's why his mother died so early, that's why he became a child without a mother, and that's why other people lived in his home!
Grandma wanted to defend herself a little more, "Grandma really loves you, Xiaoji, please think about how good grandma is to you..."
Qian Ji clicked his tongue and interrupted her impatiently: "Since you said you really love me, then you are willing to do whatever I ask you to do for me."
Grandma was in a daze for a moment.
Qian Ji added: "If I die, there will be no one in your family to pass on the incense, and the roots will be cut off when it comes to me. Do you want this?"
Grandma shook her head violently, "Xiaoji, this won't work. Xiaoji, you can't die. What will happen to our old Qian family if you die? How can I see those ancestors when I go down?"
"Then you die again for me." Qian Ji said bluntly and cruelly, as if the person in front of him was not his grandmother at all.
"Ah? Ah..." Grandma didn't seem to expect that this was what came out of Qian Ji's mouth.
"Aren't you willing? It seems that you want me to die in front of you." Qian Ji sneered, then looked at Suman, "If you want to do it, do it quickly!"
