After Transmigrating into a Book, I Raised Four Big Bosses

Fu Yuling felt that she was not a very good person, and she preferred to keep to herself. But if someone bullied her, that person wouldn’t have an easy time either.

 

But the prerequisite for all this was that no one would die.

 

She always believed that everything should have an arrangement, whether the person was good or bad, whether to take revenge or to handle it according to the law.

 

They all will have an ending.

 

But He Qiu’s mistake almost cost someone their life. She was not worried about Li Cuihua, but rather the thought that if she had not discovered those clues, which led to someone’s death, people would eventually find out that it was all He Qiu’s fault.

 

The consequences, she dared not imagine.

 

She was more serious than ever. “Xiao Qiu, do you know what happens when a person dies?”

 

He Qiu bit his lip. His red eyes remained stubborn, with tears glistening in them.

 

His hands clenched tightly on his clothes. It was a washed and ill-fitting long shirt. He remained motionless and stubborn.

 

Fu Yuling suppressed her heartache. “This person no longer has the right to live, not because she chooses not to live, but because you have deprived her of that right. Can you understand?”

 

“Each person has only one life. No matter how despicable the carrier may be, I hope you can understand how precious it is.”

 

She slowly took his hand and placed it on his heart.

 

“Can you feel it?”

 

The vigorous vitality of life, the powerful beating.

 

He Qiu nodded, tears streaming down his face.

 

This time, Fu Yuling did not go to help him.

 

“I hope you will be well.”

 

Not to follow the ending of the plot.

 

All these wishes were what she wanted to change.

 

Afterwards, He Qiu ran into the room. Fu Yuling did not chase after him, but stood outside for a very long time, keeping He Qiu company inside.

 

As the night deepened, Fu Yuling said to the inside.

 

“Xiao Qiu, I’m leaving now.”

 

Just as she went out, she encountered an unexpected person.

 

Dressed in a way that did not fit the rural environment, she had an air of arrogance, making her feel superior when she looked at others.

 

Seeing Fu Yuling come out of her house, she narrowed her eyes. Her disdainful manner immediately revealed itself.

 

“What are you doing here?”

 

She touched her chin with her fingers and circled around Fu Yuling in disgust. She sneered: “Looking for He Qiu? Is he unwilling to go back with you!”

 

Before Fu Yuling could say anything, she continued: “I have to say, you shouldn’t have shamelessly chased after my brother in the first place. Now it’s so good, your husband doesn’t come home, and your child doesn’t recognize you. Tell me, what’s the point of you living?”

 

The words, both explicit and implicit, were all belittling.

 

Although not too vulgar, the tone and attitude were enough to make one feel inferior.

 

If it were the original owner, she would definitely have fled in panic or constantly denied herself.

 

But Fu Yuling would not. Even if she was not good enough, it was not for others to say.

 

“I don’t know if my life is meaningful or not, but I’m just curious why you’re acting like nothing’s wrong. Your husband goes out with a little money and has a few women outside. I don’t know how you can sleep at night!”

 

Fu Yuling laughed gleefully. Acording to the plot, He Jingxue would have a big quarrel with her husband, and even get into a physical fight. Before He Wen and the others could start to retaliate against He Jingxue, this person died at the hands of her own husband, even colluding with the mistress to bury her body.

 

It was indeed tragic. But for this kind of person, Fu Yuling would not feel any sympathy.