Although Si Qi's reaction was already within Yang's expectations.

But seeing that she had chosen to sacrifice herself without hesitation in order to save Pan Youan, Yang still couldn't help but feel an unknown anger in her heart.

She took half a step back, stared at Siqi on the ground and said bitterly: "You only care about your cousin, but where did you put your uncle?!"

"I……"

Siqi was at a loss for words. Although she had no choice but to make this move, she couldn't say that in order to save her cousin, her uncle deserved to be a cuckold, right?

"snort!"

Yang sneered again: "He keeps saying that he can survive through mountains of swords and seas of fire, but in the end he wants to push me into a pit of fire - the one who swears an oath with him must not be your aunt or me!"

With that said, she walked forward and opened the door, pointed outside and shouted: "Get out, otherwise don't blame me for being rude!"

Siqi turned around and looked at Yang for a long time, and finally got up from the ground. Half ashamed and half helpless, he lowered his head and walked out the door.

When passing by Mr. Yang, she paused in her steps and begged in a desperate voice: "Auntie, you also watched him grow up, how can you bear it..."

"Don't call me aunt!"

Yang interrupted her excitedly, pointed outside and said, "If you really want to save him, just go and beg that little pervert to stop trying to trick me!"

Si Qi lowered his head in despair and moved out of the west room step by step.

Bang~

Yang closed the door tightly behind her, making sure that Siqi could no longer see the situation inside. She seemed to have collapsed, and slowly fell softly behind the door.

After saying it, I finally said it!

With Siqi's character and her deep love for Pan Youan, her last words were equivalent to pushing her into a pit of fire with her own hands!

Thinking of this, the joy of revenge turned into guilt and guilt.

It is said that although Si Qi doesn't have much respect for him, he takes good care of his cousin and takes care of his own daughter on weekdays.

But myself...

Yang climbed up from the ground, walked to the Buddhist niche in the corner, lit three incense sticks, and chanted "Amitabha" over and over in his mouth.

With the Bodhisattva's comfort, her mood gradually calmed down again.

But the Bodhisattva was supposed to persuade people to do good, but after she calmed down, her guilt and guilt also subsided, and she began to worry about whether her idea could be realized smoothly.

After all, it’s not easy to make up your mind about this kind of thing. If Si Qi fails to make up his mind in the end, wouldn’t all the previous efforts be in vain...

wrong!

Even if you fail, there is nothing wrong with it.

If Si Qi didn't find that little pervert in the end, wouldn't it prove that her vows of eternal love and life and death were all just lies?

Let's see if the two of her still have the face to talk about marriage!

…………

At the same time, Yang's mood kept jumping between the pleasure of revenge and the guilt of cheating.

The mood of the chess player outside the door has completely hit rock bottom.

The hope of rescuing Pan Youan was shattered in an instant. How could one not be devastated?

However, she couldn't blame Yang for not saving her. After all, a chaste woman like her aunt must have valued her chastity more than her life. Otherwise, how could she have remained unshakable and unwavering towards Lai Shun's threats and inducements?

Could it be that...

My cousin is destined to be doomed this time?!

Si Qi couldn't help but feel a little desperate for a moment, but she was someone who refused to admit defeat after all, so she quickly mustered up her fighting spirit again.

You can never give up just like that!

As the saying goes, ‘There is no perfect path’, there must be some way to help my cousin overcome the difficulties!

Thinking like this, Yang's last words before leaving the house came to mind again:

'If you really want to save him, just ask that little pervert yourself...'

According to the descriptions of his cousin and aunt, Laishun was a despicable, shameless, and cowardly villain. Even if he begged him personally, how could he be willing to help his cousin?

But there are always two sides to things.

When Yang mentioned Lai Shun just now, he always called him a little pervert. Considering the age and status gap between the two, Si Qi would not believe it if Lai Shun had any admiration for Yang.

Obviously, what the shameless villain is greedy for is just Yang's beauty!

In this case, if Yang were another woman, Laishun would not refuse her as long as her looks were different.

And with his bold and lustful character, it is only natural that he would choose to testify against Deng Haoshi in order to satisfy his arrogance.

Then myself...

Thinking of this, Si Qi subconsciously tightened his collar. His original intention was to increase his sense of security, but he didn't know that in this way, the green mountains on both sides of the Taiwan Strait that were detained faced each other, which invisibly added a bit of danger.

There was rare hesitation and flinching on her stubborn face. After all, to her, chastity was as important as life.

And if you lose your innocence, how can you face your cousin again in the future?

But if I don't do this, my cousin is afraid that his life will be in danger!

Compared with her cousin's safety, what does her own life mean?

And so on...

…………

Let’s go back to the beginning and let’s talk about it.

After returning from seeing him off outside the city, he had a half-day off.

I had a hearty meal at noon, and had a solid sleep in the afternoon. When I woke up, I thought it was idle time, so I bought some wine and meat and went to visit Jiao Da.

But this wine and meat was not bought for Jiao Da.

Because the old man refused to rest in peace and recuperate, he is still in bed. According to the doctor's instructions, no meat or fish should be allowed to come into contact with alcohol.

So when he arrived at Jiao Da's two empty main rooms, Laishun first opened the window to get some air, and then lit an incense stick.

Finally, under the old man's suspicious eyes, he took out a few oil paper bags, spread them out one by one on the table, and announced the name of the dish in a loud voice: "Look, look, Grandma Huang's chicken gizzards with shochu, stir-fried

Kidneys, crispy braised pig’s feet, and the leftover nine-turn large intestine from my lunch!”

As he spoke, he picked up a piece of chicken gizzard with his chopsticks, tossing it over and over to show off: "Look, look, this is made with your favorite sweet-scented osmanthus brew. This taste..."

He lowered his head, took a deep breath, and said exaggeratedly: "It's so special!"

After putting down the chicken gizzards, he tried to pick up the pig's feet. After several attempts, he failed, so he had to change to kidney beans.

But this time, before he could show off, Jiao Da sneered on the bed: "This special girl is both a gizzard and a flowery waist. Aren't you afraid of horse racing at night?!"

"You take care of me!"

Laishun rolled his eyes at him: "You want to run a horse race, but I'm afraid you won't be able to do it!"

I thought that the old man would definitely retort, but instead he just snorted and said nothing more.

"Why, did it poke your lung tube again?"

Laishun chuckled and unscrewed the small wine bottle at hand, letting a sweet aroma of wine fill the room: "Two taels of silver per jar of finely brewed rice wine, this goes together... tsk tsk!"

Seeing that the old man was still speechless, he suppressed his smile slightly and said seriously: "Are you greedy? If you want to drink and eat meat, you can just recuperate from now on. When you get better, I will invite you to Dingxiang Tower opposite Shuntian Mansion.

When the time comes, the three donkeys will be enough, and I guarantee you will be stunned!"

Unexpectedly, Jiao Da remained silent.

This is not his usual style.

Laishun smacked his lips, raised his head and took a big sip of rice wine, chewed the rice grains and muttered: "You are boring now. I came three times and you only said five sentences in total. Is there something unspeakable?"

Hearing this, a strange color flashed across Jiao Da's face. Just as he was about to turn around to observe Lai Shun's expression, he heard him laugh and say, "Isn't it because of the old lady next door who has unrequited love?"

"roll!"

"Ha ha!"

Laishun smiled proudly: "This is the sixth sentence. Come on, where is your medicinal soup? Let's have a cup!"

After time travel, he had to restrain himself most of the time, that is, getting along with Jiao Da, and he could still find some of the feelings he had when he was clubbing and talking nonsense in his previous life.

Unfortunately, after the old man fell ill, he changed from bickering to stand-up comedy, which was really disappointing.

However, when he saw half a bowl of medicinal soup handed over to him, Jiao Da hesitated for a moment, but still took it tremblingly in his hand.

"Take a bite and let's go!"

Laishun took the wine bottle and knocked it gently on the bowl, raised his head and drank another big mouthful, then picked up the chicken gizzards and waist flowers and ate them happily.

Jiao Dabao sipped the bitter medicinal soup, glared at him for a long time, and suddenly said: "When I get better, I have to have a good talk with you!"

"Ha ha!"

Laishun swallowed the food and wine, and clinked glasses with him again: "As long as you can take good care of your health, then I will be as good at it as you are!"

Half a bowl of medicinal soup was exchanged for a pot of rice wine.

Seeing that it was getting late outside, Laishun said goodbye to Jiao Da Dao, put away the meaty leftovers, and gave them all to the old lady who was the 'caregiver' next door.

Then he left Ningguo Mansion smelling of alcohol.

There was no talking on the road.
Chapter completed!