A charming widow in her 70s married a factory manager and raised his children.

Little Qian Yue knew what a business trip was; it meant Uncle Lu was going out and wouldn't be back for several days.

But Uncle Lu doesn't come over when he's not away on business; we only see him occasionally when he comes to visit Donghua.

So when Xiao Qianyue went to kindergarten alone, she ran to Lu Congyue's house.

"Uncle Lu!" she called out loudly from the doorway.

Lu Congyue came out, saw her, and smiled: "Yueyue, what brings you here?"

Little Qian Yue ran over and jumped into Lu Congyue's arms, hugging his neck, and asked in her childish voice, "Uncle Lu, are you going on a business trip? When are you coming back?"

"What's wrong? Did Yueyue need something?" Lu Congyue asked.

Xiao Qianyue shook her head, then nodded: "It's nothing, I just miss Uncle Lu. Uncle Lu hasn't come to our house to eat with Yueyue in a long time..."

"So Yueyue missed Uncle Lu." Lu Congyue smiled. Although it was just a child who cared about him, he was quite happy.

The child speaks the truth, unlike her mother...

Unconsciously thinking of Zhuang Qingxiang again, Lu Congyue's smile faded, and he coughed lightly: "You can go play with Uncle Jiang."

"Uncle Jiang?" Little Qian Yue tilted her head and thought for a moment. "Oh, I know, isn't it Chef Jiang from the cafeteria? That's what my mom calls him."

Lu Congyue raised an eyebrow: "You know him?"

"I don't know him." Xiao Qianyue shook her head seriously. "But I heard Teacher Sun talking to my mother about it. Um... Teacher Sun told my mother to be careful and not let him learn it by mistake."

"Steal what we've learned? Learn what?"

"He wants to learn how to cook like Mom! Mom's cooking is so delicious, he's here to steal the secret recipe!" Little Qian Yue said angrily. "Teacher Sun said they're stingy, so she won't teach them!"

Lu Congyue understood and frowned.

So that's what Jiang Weihai was planning?

Zhuang Qingxiang, is she stupid to still let him follow her around?

"Your mother is so stupid!" he couldn't help but mutter.

Little Qian Yue immediately widened her round eyes: "Uncle Lu, you can't say my mother is stupid! My mother is very smart and capable."

After saying that, she shook her short legs sadly and said, "Uncle Lu, put me down, I have to go to kindergarten! Don't tell Mom that I came to see you, okay? Mom will be angry if she finds out. She told me today not to see you."

Lu Congyue felt a pang of sadness and patted the little girl's head: "You don't need to listen to your mother. Come see Uncle Lu whenever you want. Uncle Lu will welcome you."

With Lu Congyue's words, Xiao Qianyue happily skipped and hopped to kindergarten.

Lu Congyue carried his simple luggage, locked the door, and went to the county to catch a bus to the provincial capital.

On his way to the provincial capital, the more he thought about it, the more his anger burned.

What does Zhuang Qingxiang mean by this?

Cut ties with him? Even demand that the child cut ties with him?

Also, he'll be in the provincial capital for a meeting for about two days. During those two days, will Jiang Weihai still be hanging around her every day?

It's one thing to secretly learn how to cook, but the way he looks at it makes it seem like he's trying to steal someone's life!

Just how good was Xiao Qianyue's father to Zhuang Qingxiang?

They paid the bride price and brought the person home, but neither of them had ever dated before...

If Village Chief Qian wasn't lying to him, the two of them didn't actually have a deep relationship.

As a result, she never married again because of him.

Lu Congyue couldn't understand it more and more, and he became increasingly annoyed.

After arriving in the provincial capital, I made a brief appearance at the Industry Bureau and then called the factory office to ask them to send someone else to the meeting.

After making the arrangements, Lu Congyue spent half a day wandering around the provincial capital, buying many things in large and small bags.

Zhuang Qingxiang also bought some things.

Because of the strained relationship with Lu Congyue, he doesn't come often, and she feels embarrassed to ask him for help. The family is currently short of vegetables and eggs, so she has to go out and buy some.

Fortunately, with Jiang Weihai as a helper to take care of the child, she won't be flustered when going out.

Zhuang Qingxiang did not go to the nearest Dongya Village, but went to Xitou Village, which was a little further away.

Hearing that she had come to exchange eggs, many villagers rushed back to get the eggs they had saved.

Zhuang Qingxiang directly exchanged fifty eggs, bought several baskets of vegetables, and even bought a large rooster.

On her way home, laden with her purchases, she was blocked by two people.

"Oh, let me see who this is. Isn't this the widow surnamed Zhuang from Dongya Village?"

The newcomer was filthy from head to toe. Even though it wasn't cold that day, he was wrapped in a tattered cotton-padded jacket, which was tied around his waist with a hemp rope. His appearance and speech were both sleazy.

It was a little past one in the afternoon, and the sun was still a bit warm on her skin, but Zhuang Qingxiang felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, her whole body was ice cold.

The person in front of her was the murderer who killed her and her two children in her previous life!

At this moment, this person's eyes were filled with the same disgusting lust as in his previous life.

The pain and suffocation of impending death overwhelmed Zhuang Qingxiang like a tidal wave, and she had to use all her strength to stop herself from trembling.

"Chen Lao Er, what are you doing?"

Jiang Weihai stepped forward and blocked Zhuang Qingxiang's path.

Zhuang Qingxiang's ears were ringing, her fists were clenched so tightly that her nails dug into her palms.

"What did I do? I didn't do anything! I just saw Widow Zhuang and came over to say hello! Jiang Weihai, why are you so nervous? Could it be that you two are having an affair?"

Chen Lao Er laughed loudly, a laugh that was extremely unpleasant.

The sleazy-looking man beside him laughed along, "Widow Zhuang, has your husband been dead for a hundred days? So eager to find a new husband? Why don't you look for us brothers? We'd be more than capable of taking good care of you."

Zhuang Qingxiang also remembered this person. In her past life, in that cowshed, it was he who, annoyed by Cheng Lin's crying, smothered him to death with a blanket...

Zhuang Qingxiang swore she didn't know these two people, but it sounded like they knew her.

"You, surnamed Feng, shut your stinking mouth," Jiang Weihai frowned and scolded.

"Hey, you surnamed Jiang, who do you think you are? What business is it of yours? Get out of my way!"

Although Zhuang Qingxiang hid behind Jiang Weihai's fat body, her eyes never left the two men. She hated them and if she had the chance, she would kill them with her own hands.

She had fantasized countless times about this, imagining them dying by her own hand, rivers of blood flowing...

"There's a chance," Zhuang Qingxiang told herself, trying to stay calm.

She didn't know them in her past life, but now she knows that one of them is named Chen Lao Er and the other is surnamed Feng. Isn't that a big improvement?

Zhuang Qingxiang didn't pay attention to what Jiang Weihai was saying to the two people; her mind was filled with images of white knives going in and red knives coming out.

She didn't come to her senses until Jiang Weihai called her, and saw the departing figures of Chen Lao Er and the others.

"Don't be afraid," Jiang Weihai said hastily when he saw her pale face. "They're just thugs from the nearby villages; they won't dare do anything to you."

Jiang Weihai had been working with Master Jiang in various villages preparing banquets, so he knew many people, including these two.

Zhuang Qingxiang was covered in cold sweat and asked in a hoarse voice, "I don't know them. How do they know who I am?"