I gave so much blood to save Qiao Rou’s first love that I went into shock. When I woke up, she had left a divorce agreement for me. I refused to sign, so she brought Su Zheyu to my mother’s funeral and trashed the mourning hall. “Chen Ci, transfer this old house to Zheyu. He likes how peaceful it is here!” I ground my teeth, wishing I could tear the person in front of me to pieces. She only gave a light, mocking laugh. “What? You won’t? Then you can forget about getting your mother’s ashes.” Su Zheyu put an arm around her shoulder and chimed in loudly, “Rou, wouldn’t the urn look pretty as a decoration in our new home?” I laughed and turned to make a call. “Yes, dig up every grave in the Qiao family cemetery.” “I want her ancestors watching those two scumbags kneel in front of a cesspit and weep, every single day!”
