Ever since he learned about Guo Zhaoming's death, Jiang Hua has been waiting quietly for the Guo family's reaction, but until he was discharged from the hospital, there was no news from the Guo family.

"Ahua, it seems that the Guo family is sensible and does not want to anger others indiscriminately as you feared."

Su Zhirou said when going through the discharge procedures.

"It's the lack of movement that makes people more worried. The calmer the water is, the more likely there is a turbulent undercurrent lurking below."

Jiang Hua is not as optimistic as his wife.

He had dealt with Mrs. Guo and knew how difficult this woman, known as the modern Cixi, was. So far, she was the only person who had almost seen through his secret.

The Bao family arranged for a bulletproof car to park at the entrance of the hospital to pick Jiang Hua up from the hospital.

"Jiang Hua, tomorrow is the medal ceremony. I have customized a suit for you. You can go back and try it on to see if it fits you."

Bao Yuqian stood beside the car and waited.

In order not to let Su Zhirou think too much, she only visited Jiang Hua once during the days when Jiang Hua was hospitalized, but in the end she couldn't help her emotions. When she learned that Jiang Hua was going to be awarded the title of Justice of the Peace, she helped Jiang Hua customize a suit.

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"Actually, I don't care about these false names. Besides, Hong Kong is about to return. What's the point of having the title of Justice of the Peace?"

Jiang Hua shook his hand and said nonchalantly.

"You can't say that. This is an affirmation of your contribution."

Bao Yuqian said seriously.

She is a native of Xiangjiang, and in her heart, she attaches great importance to titles. In her opinion, the title of Justice of the Peace is the goal that many Xiangjiang businessmen strive for throughout their lives.

The door of the bulletproof car was opened, Jiang Hua and Su Zhirou sat in, and Bao Yuqian sat in the front row.

After the car started, Bao Yuqian turned around, smiled and said to Su Zhirou: "Zhirou, as his wife, you have to attend Jiang Hua's investiture ceremony. When you get back, I will help you choose a beautiful evening dress.

Guaranteed to outshine all other beauties.”

She was afraid that if she customized a suit for Jiang Hua, Su Zhirou would have to think too much.

"I don't need to go. In fact, I'm a little afraid of social situations with many people."

Su Zhirou smiled sheepishly.

"Of course you go, my glory should be shared with you."

Jiang Hua looked at his wife with a gentle smile.

The smile on Bao Yuqian's face froze for half a second. Suddenly, she felt like she was going back in time, returning to the illusion she had when she first met Jiang Hua. That time in the Western restaurant, she had a mouth full of dog food. She would never forget it in her life.

Jiang Hua caught Bao Yuqian's expression out of the corner of his eye. No matter how emotionally slow he was, he knew that what he just said was not in the right context.

"Yuqian, has there been no movement in the Guo family these days?"

He found a topic and tried to break through the embarrassment in front of him.

"They held a funeral for Guo Zhaoming, but other than that, they didn't do anything."

Bao Yuqian said with a forced smile.

Since she chose to like this man, she should have expected the current situation. Su Zhirou is his wife, and it is only natural for a young couple to show affection.

"Lu Xiangyun is an old woman. Sometimes I really can't see what she is thinking."

Jiang Hua squinted his eyes and muttered to himself.

If he were asked to choose an opponent, he would rather choose Li Bancheng than Lu Xiangyun. In Jiang Hua's eyes, this old lady who eats fast and chants Buddha's name is much more difficult to deal with than Li Bancheng.

In terms of business talent, Li Bancheng is better, but in terms of understanding and calculating people's hearts, the old lady of the Guo family is obviously better than Li Bancheng.

This point can be seen from the fact that Li Bancheng's royal Feng Shui master was the chess piece buried by Mrs. Guo, which shows the handiwork of this modern Cixi.

Taipingshan, Guo family villa.

"Dad, grandma has locked herself in the Buddhist hall for three days, will anything happen?"

Guo Yunhui asked worriedly.

Guo Zhaoming's death was too sudden and unprepared for the Guo family.

After the funeral for Guo Zhaoming, Mrs. Guo locked herself in the Buddhist hall and did not see any outsiders, including her family members.

"The old lady has always preferred Zhao Ming. This incident will probably have a big impact on her."

The second son of the Guo family said carelessly.

The relationship between the two brothers was not very good. Guo Zhaoming's death did not have a big impact on him, but instead he felt a little gloating about his misfortune.

"Although my cousin is unreliable, I never thought that he would die like this."

Guo Yunhui sighed quietly.

"This is a good thing. You should behave more in front of the old lady in the future. Someone will inherit the Guo family's business."

The second oldest son of the Guo family looked at the tearful eldest daughter-in-law and curled her lips in disdain.

At this time, a foreign priest wearing a priest's robe, led by a servant of the Guo family, walked into the Buddhist hall.

"It's strange, the old lady is the most devout Buddhist, how come she has to deal with the priest?"

The second oldest child in the Guo family stretched his neck, but unfortunately Mrs. Guo prohibited anyone from approaching the Buddhist hall, so he couldn't see anything.

Almost half an hour later, the priest came out of the Buddhist hall and left through the back door under the leadership of his servants. From the beginning to the end, he did not say a word to anyone else in the Guo family.

As evening approached, Mrs. Guo finally walked out of the Buddhist hall and said in a calm tone: "People cannot be resurrected after death, so everyone should do whatever they want."

"Mom, can this be the end of Ming'er's matter?"

The boss of the Guo family asked reluctantly with red eyes.

"Don't you just want to live and sleep with the little goblin named Tang? Ming'er is dead, and you have one less stumbling block."

Mrs. Guo said in a neutral tone.

"The relationship between husband and wife is one thing, but Ming'er is my son. I won't just let this matter go with Jiang. He was the one who killed Ming'er."

The boss of the Guo family looked ferocious.

"Crack!"

Mrs. Guo slapped her eldest son on the face.

The eldest son of the Guo family covered his face and was stunned. He stood there like a stupid goose.

"You are so old and you are still doing things outside. You can't even keep your own backyard, so what else can you do?"

"I have my own thoughts on this matter. You are not allowed to take any action in private."

After Mrs. Guo finished training her son, she said in a serious tone.

The second eldest son of the Guo family saw his brother deflated, and his eyes flashed with satisfaction, but in front of the old lady, he still had to pretend to be sad. After all, his nephew was dead, and he couldn't show too much joy.

"Xiao Hui stays, and the others can do whatever they need to do, and don't crowd in here to be an eyesore."

Mrs. Guo waved her hand and told everyone to disperse.

"Daughter, behave well and give your father some credit."

The second child of the Guo family patted his daughter on the shoulder and gave her an encouraging look.

Everyone else had left, but Guo Yunhui stayed in the backyard. She looked at Old Mrs. Guo with a somewhat uneasy expression. She felt that grandma today looked too calm, so calm that it was a bit scary.

"Xiaohui, how have the Guo family treated you over the years?"

Mrs. Guo asked calmly.

"Very, very good..."
Chapter completed!