268: Chapter 268 You owe me more than one Qi Mu

Chapter 268 You owe me more than one Qi Mu

When An Qingze said this, there was still disbelief and shock in my eyes. I couldn't help but cover my chest. I could n' t help but feel uneasy. 1

"What's going on?" I asked anxiously.

An Qingze just sighed. It seemed like something terrifying had caused him to ponder for a long time. Just as he was about to speak, my phone rang. I trembled and lowered my head. It was a Lin Anru.

He frowned slightly. The feeling of unease grew stronger when he saw Lin Anru name appear on his phone. When my hand was pressed down, it trembled uncontrollably.

"Qin Ke, are you happy?" Are you happy? "My sister is dead, she's dead!" In fact, Lin Anru voice was not too hysterical. It was calm and peaceful. It was too calm and peaceful, and it became even more strange.

My heart skipped a beat." What did you say?" Dead? What was going on? "A few days ago, when we met, she was fine."

I thought about the way Lin Jia brought me to see them Family Lin when I saw Lin Anru. Even though it was a little weak and pale, how could it be possible for someone to there was no one else?

"Good? Qin Ke, do you know how much she likes MoSi? She could have been quietly watching MoSi and waiting for MoSi. But now? If you hadn't forced her to look for MoSi, it was n' t something you had picked up. MoSi that kind of despicable human nature wouldn't have been so easily seen by my sister.

My sister wasn't your weak and useless sister Qin Mi She would n' t continue to wait obediently. She was as strong as blood. Anyone who hurt her feelings and betrayed her trust would have to pay a huge price. "Even if this price is to contribute to her life, to my sister's Lin Jia, I will not hesitate."

My brows furrowed deeply. I really didn't know what had happened. I could only ask in panic," So, tell me clearly what happened?"

Lin Anru tone became lighter and lighter, but it seemed to contain more profound sadness and melancholy.

"She's dead, and she's also dead. Qin Ke How are you feeling? Remember, the enmity between us will never end. It will never end! "What you owe me now isn't a Qi Mu anymore, and my sister's life Lin Jia!"

Lin Anru hung up the phone. I hadn't been able to react for a long time and could n' t put down my phone. When An Qingze pulled me over, she patted me on the shoulder and comforted me," It's fine. It's not your fault." Lin Anru I'm sure I ca n' t stand such a huge blow. After all, her sister is dead."

I raised my face and asked in disbelief," What's going on? It's good. Lin Jia a living person, why did he die?"

An Qingze sighed." It's not just Lin Jia. MoSi's also dead."

"What?" I looked at him in shock.

An Qingze said softly," MoSi seem to have seriously rejected Lin Jia, and Lin Jia definitely won't give up. In the end, Lin Jia had betrayed her own sister. The only reason behind this was definitely not because she was moved by our words. MoSi was the only person she cared about, someone who cared more than her sister.

It was the night before. Lin Jia stabbed the MoSi with a fruit knife. It was already noon when they were discovered by the clockwork hired by the MoSi's house. The two of them were hugging each other tightly, or rather, Lin Jia. They were hugging each other tightly until they died.

I didn't see a corpse when I heard the news last night, but I was still shocked by what happened. At that time, I was just like you. I couldn't believe that the two of them were gone. Although these things had something to do with us, in the end, they were not what we wanted to happen. Moreover, they never expected that Lin Jia girl would be so determined.

However, the situation did not have a good side. As soon as MoSi died, Qi Yu matter from before could not be resolved for now. Do you think that the Qi family could only fall into Qi Mu hands? This way, it would be better than being in the hands of MoSi and Qi Yu. At the very least, Qi Mu would use their resources to protect the Qi Mo well, so there was no need for you to be so worried.

Even though I felt that Lin Jia had happened, Lin Haoran wouldn't let it go as if nothing had happened. But at the very least, with the Qi family backing us, we would be much safer. "Besides, that Lin Haoran isn't someone who does n' t know what's good for him. I believe he also knows that this matter was n' t our idea. It won't be too troublesome."

I stared blankly at An Qingze. I know that his analysis was correct. No matter what, this matter was beneficial to us, Qi Mo, and the entire Lechuang. However, I still couldn't control the feeling of vomiting and nausea in my stomach.

After all, no matter how much analysis was made, there was no denying that in the Lin Jia tragedy, I was still a pair of hands that helped fuel the fire. If I hadn't gone to find Lin Jia, I would have opened up a gap from her side. Perhaps Lin Jia would n' t have dragged in the conflict. As for that MoSi, it wasn't because of Lin Jia.

At the end of the day, I could still remember that I told Lin Jia that she and my sister were Qin Mi old. I suddenly felt that I was especially hypocritical. I couldn't save my Qin Mi back then. Now, my Lin Jia was related to me.

How could I not feel guilty? How could I think of things that would be beneficial to Qi Mu and us after such a tragedy? Lin Jia, it was a living life. And MoSi, no matter how smart and indifferent he was, he had never done anything that was beneficial to me. However, it was precisely because of my help that he had caused the calamity of death.

After that, for a few days, I felt very depressed. I didn't look for Lin Anru again, although I really felt bad this time. But I knew that no matter what I said to Lin Anru, it was impossible to offset the fact that her sister had died. Just like that, if one day, Qi Yu said that he was going to change his ways and return to justice, and he realized that he had indeed wronged Qin Mi, I would never forgive him.

Since the damage had already been done, no matter how much nonsense he said, it would be useless. It was just an excuse to deceive others and perfunctor his conscience. With this sense of guilt, it was the sin and punishment I should have endured.

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