Inside a prison on the outskirts of the city.

Yan Junchen saw her husband with hypocritical guilt and self-blame on her hypocritical face.

"Ximing, can you forgive me?"

Yan Junchen's eyes were full of mist, looking at He Ming'an pitifully, delicate and lovely, still beautiful, but what she did not match her simple and delicate surface.

"I thought I could hide it for the rest of my life, and you have always been nice to your son, and if you hadn't threatened to take revenge on us, how could I have put you in jail?"

He Ximing's body was tense, clenching his fingers tightly, gritting his teeth and glaring at the other party, he always thought that he was a successful man who was good at everything, but he didn't want to be estimated to be just a stupid man raising a son for others in the eyes of others!

"Son, I was good to him because I thought he was who I was, and when did you get together?"

He felt that he was invincible before, thinking that he had been able to face everything calmly, but it wasn't until he found out that the son in the palm of his hand was not his own, and his beloved had been cuckolding him, and even colluded with others to empty his money and put him in prison, that he realized that he hadn't cultivated to the point of fire.

"Actually, the two of us are also half a pound and eight taels! Didn't you also cheat in marriage? If it weren't for you being with me, how could Qi Qian'er die? Although the child is not yours, at least you have called your father for so many years, and you have earned it, right?"

Yan Junchen suddenly covered his mouth and giggled.

"You ......"

He Ximing obviously didn't expect this woman to be so shameless.

"I, what am I? You're also to blame for your fate, right? I'm just treating others the way they do. You forced Old Man Qi to death, occupied the Qi family's property, and killed Qi Qian'er. Speaking of which, I'm merciful!"

He Ximing wanted to refute, but he opened his mouth but couldn't speak, and finally fell into Yan Junchen's sight.

That's right, it was he who was sorry for Qi Qian'er, it was he who married Qi Qian'er in order to change his fate, killed the old man Qi, and after getting the Qi family's property, he sent Qi Qian'er to a mental hospital, and finally Qi Qian'er died.

It's retribution, isn't it?

It's just that this retribution came too late, and he should have followed him as early as when Qi Qian'er died! Why didn't God let him live for so many years? Or did he not report that the time had not yet come?

Looking back and thinking about what he has done over the years?

Although he got the property of the two families through the hands of Qi Qian'er and Yan Junchen and expanded them several times in his own hands, now all the properties have become someone else's, the child he is holding and protecting is also someone else's, and the woman who shares the bed with him has never belonged to him.

In this life, what a failure!

Thinking about it, He Ximing suddenly raised his head and laughed wildly.

Yan Junchen looked at the man's crazy appearance, and couldn't help but take a step back, as if he was a little afraid.

But suddenly, she curled the corners of her lips, as if she thought of something funny.

"But you're not too much of a failure, after all, Qi Qian'er still loves you, and even the final death is for you. She sneaked back to see you, overheard us talking about how to kill you, and got into our car for you!"

What the?

Did Qi Qian'er use her hands and feet in her car before she died?

He Ximing only felt that one hand was clutching his heart tightly, and his originally dead heart was thumping out.

So Qi Qian'er's death was not an accident?

So after he has done so many things, Qi Qian'er still loves herself?

How could she be so stupid, how could she be so naïve, she was just an out-and-out piece of garbage, how could she be for herself......

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva fiercely, and leaned over in disbelief to grab Yan Junchen.

"What did you say? What were you talking about? You say it again?"

Yan Junchen avoided He Ming'an's hand, curled his mouth disdainfully, and didn't have his previous image, rolled his eyes at him, and spoke angrily.

"I can't change the truth by saying it again! She died for you, and if it weren't for her, the car would have carried you to death. It's just a pity, she doesn't know a word, she can hide from the first year of junior high school, but she can't hide from the fifteenth. ”

As if pouring a basin of cold water on his head, He Ming'an was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Yan Junchen in front of him blankly, and in his mind, Qi Qian'er chased behind him shyly and timidly, angry and angry, and the desperate figure suddenly appeared.

Guilt, self-blame, swept towards him like a tidal wave, leaving him with no time to react for a while.

"And, if it weren't for you, the police would have found my head long ago. It was you who came forward to solve the problem, and it was you who arranged her funeral, didn't you? So what kind of innocence are you still pretending to be here now, what are you pretending to be unswerving? You disgust me, in fact, the relationship between us is only half a catty!"

Yan Junchen looked at He Ximing with a sneer, the sarcasm, mockery and disdain in his eyes made people pour into their appetite.

He Ximing just sat on the ground and looked at her, and when he looked at it, he suddenly smiled.

Although the smile is bright, it makes people look very penetrating.

After a long time, He Ximing seemed to have found his voice, and he beckoned to Yan Junchen.

"Didn't you always want to know what that treasure of the Qi family was? Didn't you always want what I hid in the first place? Come here, I'll tell you where that thing is?"

Yan Junchen's eyes were full of vigilance.

What was so tightly hidden before, will now tell yourself so quickly?

It's even so strict that even he can't do anything about He Ximing, but now he suddenly said, what the hell is He Ximing doing?

He Ximing saw that she didn't believe in herself, and shook her head a little weakly.

"You won't let me go when this happens, will you?" I'll tell you this secret, but I have one request, after I'm dead, that you please bury me and Qi Qian'er together. ”

He was silent for a moment, then slowly tugged at the corners of his lips.

"It's okay, it's all her obsession to death. ”

Yan Junchen looked at him suspiciously for a long time, and then couldn't help but sneer, and his mouth was smiling without smiling.

"Tsk, I really didn't think you were a lover! But are you sure Qi Qian'er likes to lie in a coffin with her enemy?"

But having said that, she slowly moved her steps towards the man.

He Ximing hooked her fingers.

"Come a little, come a little more!"

When Yan Junchen got closer and closer, He Ximing suddenly stretched out his arm towards Yan Junchen and stuck her neck.

"So, we're not good people, why don't we all die?"

The neck was stuck, Yan Junchen couldn't breathe, she kept patting He Ming'an's arm, reaching out to scratch his face.

"Let it go...... Let go of ......"

But it wasn't until she stopped breathing with a blue face that He Ming'an let go of her, leaning back in the chair and panting.

Looking at the woman in front of him who was already out of breath, he couldn't help but hook the corners of his lips mockingly.

He has done so many bad things to Qi Qian'er, how can he still have the face to go down to see her? How can he still have the face to be buried with her?

He Ximing smiled bitterly, took out a lady's lighter that he gave her from the woman's bag, and threw the fire directly on himself, letting the fiery red flames engulf him.

He leaned against the wall and slowly closed his eyes, the sarcastic smile on his lips growing wider.

Burn it! Burn it! With such a filthy soul as himself, even going to hell is a luxury for him.

Before the flames devoured his mind, he unexpectedly thought of the scene when Qi Qian'er appeared in front of him, and thought of the past between them.

That little girl was obviously dressed up unruly, but in front of herself, she became a little sheep that everyone could bully.

She is obviously well-dressed and well-fed, and she is obviously sought after by everyone, but regardless of ridicule, she stands by her side desperately and blocks all injustice for him.

She was so thin and bright, but she gradually lost her color in her hands, and finally turned into ashes.

A tear slowly fell down the corner of He Ximing's eyes, he gently closed his eyes, and opened his mouth with a sigh.

"If there is a next life, please don't see me again!"

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