To marry into the family in place of his brother? Impossible!

There was a moment of silence.

At this moment, someone cautiously said, "But, boss, we can't keep people watching that place indefinitely; our police resources are limited!"

Yin Ruonan felt somewhat irritated upon hearing this.

Just then, her phone rang.

Yin Ruonan was taken aback, then walked to the side and answered the phone.

Hearing the conversation on the phone, Yin Ruonan's face suddenly turned to shock: "You're back? Why didn't you tell me? Don't move, I'm coming to get you right away!"

Meanwhile, on the other end of the phone, Jiang Jinhuan looked at the airport behind him and said, "No need. This trip was part of my plan anyway. If I hadn't come, he wouldn't have shown up!"

"You're being ridiculous. He's gone completely mad; nothing he does would be surprising. You're playing with your life!"

Jiang Jin Huan said, "Captain Yin, this was originally our plan, wasn't it?"

"I didn't agree!"

"It's not too late to agree now! My life or death depends on you!"

After hanging up, he dialed another number: "Sister Yao, come pick me up at the airport. Remember, make a big show of it. I want some people to know that Jiang Jinhuan is back!"

A series of loud crashes and thuds came from the other end of the phone, like objects falling to the ground.

Sister Yao's panicked voice rang out: "Ah Heng, are you crazy? Wait for me!" Then came hurried footsteps!

Jiang Jin Huan didn't have to wait long before a sudden screech of brakes sounded.

Then a bewitching figure pounced on him.

When Jiang Jinhuan turned around, a soft, fragrant body had already snuggled into his arms.

It was Sister Yao.

"Ah Heng, didn't I tell you not to come? Why didn't you listen?"

Feeling the amazing elasticity of the two mounds on his chest, Jiang Jinhuan said, "Coming here was part of the plan, Sister Yao, you won't blame me, will you?"

Sister Yao said, "What's the use of blaming you now? Are you going to listen to me?"

That coquettish tone made one's bones feel lighter.

Jiang Jinhuan then said to Sister Yao, who was still snuggling in his arms, "Sister Yao, there are so many people watching, should we go back first?"

Only then did Sister Yao reluctantly lift her head from Jiang Jinhuan's embrace, nodding and saying, "Okay!"

Sister Yao's allure seems innate; she possesses an innate charm.

Coupled with a face that rivals that of top beauties, she is naturally incredibly attractive.

Jiang Jinhuan has now become the focus of everyone's attention.

So this time the scale was quite grand.

The speed of transmission should also be fast enough.

Once inside the car, Jiang Jinhuan tapped his knee lightly with his fingers: "Jiang Zhe should receive the news soon!"

The night was deep.

Outside the Jiang family villa!

Jiang Zhe stared at the villa window for a long time. The cigarette burned his fingertips, making him pull his hand away. The cigarette butt fell to the ground and was extinguished by water.

He rubbed his charred fingertips on his pants, a twisted smile slowly spreading across his lips. "Dad, Mom, your good son has come back to see you."

"That bastard Jiang Jinhuan wants to be a filial son, doesn't he? Fine, I'll grant his wish!"

……

Meanwhile, in the living room of the Jiang family villa, Jiang's father and mother sat on the sofa with the television on, showing footage of the police raiding Jiang Zhe's criminal den.

I also saw the portrait of Jiang Zhe who was wanted by the police.

The police assessment was that it was extremely dangerous!

Jiang's mother held a cup of tea that had gone cold in her hand. Water droplets slid down the cup and left a small wet patch on her knee.

Jiang's father sat next to her, a cigarette between his fingers, the ash piled up long but he didn't flick it off.

Jiang's mother's gaze remained fixed on the photo on the television. Her lips moved slightly, and her voice was low: "He wasn't like this when he was little, so why did he turn out like this?"

This is something they have never been able to understand.

Jiang Zhe clearly possesses far more than Jiang Jinhuan, so how did he end up in this situation?

Paranoid, insane, and irrational.

They all seem to be deliberately ignoring the saying, "Jealousy can completely change a person!"

This is something they don't want to admit.

Jiang Zhe clearly has everything, so why is he jealous of Jiang Jinhuan? So jealous that he's gone mad, so jealous that he's lost all humanity!

Jiang's father stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and let out a deep sigh. "It's our fault for not teaching him well."

We gave him a comfortable life, but we overlooked his mindset: prejudice, narrow-mindedness, vanity, and jealousy!

No one forced him to this point; it was his own choice!

Jiang's mother's tears fell into the teacup in her hand.

She wiped her face haphazardly with the back of her hand. "The news said he did so many bad things and killed so many people."

Is he still my son?

Jiang's father reached out and patted his wife's shoulder lightly.

"He may no longer be the son we know. Perhaps he stopped being our son the very first day Jin Huan returned."

He actually wanted Jin Huan dead back then, and even went so far as to set fire to the house to kill him. How could such a vicious person be our son?

Jiang's mother bit her lip, her whole body trembling slightly.

Jiang Zhe survived because of Jiang Jin Huan.

But why does Jiang Zhe harbor such great malice towards Jiang Jin Huan?

There is only one answer now: Jiang Zhe has been a bad seed since childhood, and all his obedience is an act.

They were fooled by him, fooled for many years!

The living room was quiet for a long time, with only the ticking of the wall clock.

"Guodong," Jiang's mother suddenly spoke, her voice thick with a nasal tone, "what will we do if he really comes back?"

Jiang's father remained silent for a while, then turned his gaze from the window to his wife's red and swollen eyes.

His voice was calm, so calm it was almost inaudible: "If he's willing to turn himself in, I can still adopt him as my son!"

Jiang's mother suddenly looked up at him.

Jiang's father did not avoid her gaze: "But if he refuses to turn himself in, then from this day forward, I will pretend I have no son, and I will not care in the slightest whether he lives or dies!"

The clock in the living room continued ticking, and the sky outside the window slowly darkened.

The two remained seated in silence, like two statues!

Just then, a soft sound came from the doorway.

It wasn't a knocking sound.

It's the sound of a key being inserted into the lock, turning, and then the door being pushed open.

Jiang's father and mother turned their heads at the same time.

Jiang's father instinctively stood up and stood in front of his wife.

The door opened.

Jiang Zhe stood at the door, soaking wet, his hair disheveled and clinging to his face, his trousers covered in mud, and a black pistol in his hand.

His eyes were red, as if he hadn't slept for many days, or like a wild beast excitedly finding its prey.

He stood in the entryway, his gaze shifting from Jiang's father's face to Jiang's mother's, and a slight twitch appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Coupled with the centipede-like scars on his face, he looked exactly like a pervert.

"Dad, Mom," he said, walking in and the door clicking shut behind him, "Don't be afraid, I just came back to see you! And to tell you that your beloved eldest son, Jiang Jinhuan, is back!"