Speaking of Sheng Que Xing, Lu Qianning's heart couldn't help but twitch fiercely, "What's wrong with him?"

"Didn't the police station go through the dots, I just wanted to see him, but I applied several times in a row, but Sheng Que Xing refused, I'm worried about whether something happened to him, do you want my brother-in-law to find someone to find out the news?"

Although Sheng Que Xing is not related to them, they have lived together for a long time after all.

What happened to that kid made Lu Qianning and Zhang Yue very worried, and they couldn't do it.

Lu Qianning frowned, "Okay, I'll communicate."

"We haven't seen anyone since he went in, whether he was bullied inside, whether he was bullied now and didn't dare to see us, I don't know, and whether the resources that my brother-in-law sent in every month can fall into his hands, I don't know."

The more Zhang Yue thought about it, the more worried she became, and sighed.

"I'm not sure if the resources can fall into his hands, but I shouldn't be bullied, it's not as serious as you think." Lu Qianning comforted Zhang Yue's heart.

Her return date when she came to Beiyuan was uncertain, so she asked Zhang Yue to pay more attention to the movements in the prison.

I only heard Zhou Beijing mention it once, and the police revealed that Sheng Que Xing was actively transforming it inside, and there was a possibility of coming out in advance.

But I can't even see a figure, which is really worrying.

After hanging up the phone, she turned off the light and turned back to the bedroom, Zhou Beijing had already run and fell asleep.

And took a shower, lay in bed, and didn't know what to do with his mobile phone.

Seeing her coming, he quickly patted the position on his side, "Tomorrow will be busier than today, I promise not to touch you."

"......" Lu Qianning took off his shoes and went to bed, "If you don't touch it, you won't touch it, can you still help me with my errands?"

She sat on her knees, keeping a safe distance, a little defensive, a little flattering.

Zhou Beijing's narrow eyes narrowed slightly, "What nonsense, if you have something, just say it directly."

As soon as she told Sheng Que Xing about it, Zhou Beijing immediately got up and got out of bed and went to make a phone call.

It took him about half an hour before he returned, and his face was a little bad.

"How? Did something happen to Sheng Quexing?"

"It's not a big deal, it's true that he personally refused to visit the prison, and the materials I sent in every month didn't fall into his hands, they were divided by others, but those people were afraid that it would be difficult to give me an account of returning it, so they didn't dare to refuse me not to send it again, so they never told me."

Zhou Beijing sat down on the edge of the bed, looked at Lu Qianning's face, and spoke again, "Sheng Que Xing refuses to accept anyone's help, even if he comes out in such a state, it will be difficult for us to lend a helping hand to him."

Lu Qianning's brows twisted and twisted, and the picture of the once prosperous and uninhibited and positive scene came to his mind.

Even if he is a bad boy, he went to prison at a young age and regretted most of his life, which is enough to be regrettable.

What's more, Sheng Que Xing's child—

"Trust him, he can do it himself." Zhou Bei patted her on the shoulder, "The prison guards said that he has always been positive, so there is a high possibility of early release, and they will tell us in advance when the time comes."

Hearing this, Lu Qianning could only nod, "Then when he is released from prison, we will pick him up together."

Xu made such a fuss before going to bed, but that night Lu Qianning dreamed of Sheng Que Xing, dreaming that he was beaten in prison and her flesh and blood were blurred, and she couldn't stop it-

So much so that the next day her face was very bad.

Tomorrow is the day when Wang Yurou enters the ancestral grave, and today Lu Qianning is going to the cemetery.

In the endless plains of the Northern Plains, wealthy families will buy feng shui treasures in the mountains and forests to bury their ancestors, and the Wang family, as the leader of the Northern Plains, is naturally no exception.

In the forest of dead branches, the frightened birds scattered as they entered.

In order to prevent Mrs. Wang from getting too emotional, Lu Qianning came alone, and Zhou Beijing was also ordered to stay at home because of the rules of the Wang family, and only a few people from his own tribe who dug graves and opened the way came with him.

Lu Qianning put down the tribute, kowtowed a few times, and then took the next hand

The shovel moved twice on the grave.

"Mom, I'm here to take you home."

Then she stepped back, and after opening the grave, the coffin was dug and carried by others.

She didn't take two steps back, and she bumped into someone coldly, and she hurriedly apologized, "I'm sorry, I-"

"It's fine." Jiang Chishu held her and reluctantly squeezed out a smile at her, "Look at your face is not very good, haven't you rested well in the past few days, your mother will be sad to see you like this in the spirit of heaven, you should be happy."

Lu Qianning stood up straight, and seeing Jiang Chishu's eyes flushed, she nodded, "Thank you."

Jiang Chishu also had a bouquet of sunflower flowers in his hand, "Your mother likes this flower the most, I will bring her a bouquet every time I come over, and when she enters the ancestral tomb of the Wang family, I can't go in, when the time comes, you pay tribute to her every year, remember to bring a bouquet over."

"Okay." Lu Qianning didn't know what to say except for agreeing, according to her perspective that she didn't know the relationship between herself and Jiang Chishu, maybe she should ask Jiang Chishu why she came to see Wang Yurou every year.

But she doesn't want to ask, the feeling of being buried in her heart and needing to find an excuse to cover it up will make her heart even more sour.

She stood there, quietly watching the others dig up the grave, and Wang Yurou's coffin gradually came into view.

Not far away, a figure stood there, the woman was about fifty or sixty years old, her face was stern and solemn, and her sharp eyes stared directly at Lu Qianning and Jiang Chishu.

After a long time, the woman turned to leave, stepped on a few centimeters of high heels and went down the hill with a shallow foot, and got into the business car on the side of the road.

In the back seat of the commercial car, there was a man wearing a peaked cap, and the man was also wearing a black super that could cover half of his face.

"Madame Chiang, you are so miserable." The man spoke, his tone sarcastic, "I have been married to Mr. Jiang for so many years, and I haven't occupied his heart, not to mention, I have to watch him reunite with other people's children."

"I won't believe what you say without evidence." Mrs. Jiang straightened her waist and was awe-inspiring, "Jiang Chishu has been very good to me and the child for so many years, he won't do such a thing."

The man leaned forward, leaned over to Mrs. Jiang's chair, and said, "But Lu Qianning was born to Wang Yurou before he married you. Now that Lu Qianning has been recovered, according to his temper that he can't let go of Wang Yurou, maybe he will give the Jiang family to Lu Qianning, oh no, he may leave some for you and your children, and give Lu Qianning some points, but why? It's all yours and your children—"

An endless stream of words poured into Madame Chiang's ears, and Madame Chiang's hand hanging by her side was clenched into perfection.

Her gaze gradually turned cold, "You don't have to encourage me here, you don't need me to deal with her."

"You don't need to do it yourself, but you have to operate it in the dark, I will introduce you to two knives, here are their contact information." The man handed over a piece of paper, and after Mrs. Jiang took it, he turned around and got out of the car.