The Great Villain Of Destiny, Starts By Killing The Protagonist

After all, he didn't care much about what happened to the Xia family. He originally thought that the Xia family was just an ordinary family, but he didn't expect that it was linked to luck. Then, once the son of luck fell, he could easily disintegrate with just a little help.

However, he is also curious, that is, what is the current state of Mrs. Xia? If it is more serious, those idiots in the Xia family who think they are smart will only slow down their legs. Pull out the old man's oxygen tube.

Rather than being like their villain family, the more they suffer setbacks, the more united they are, and finally they are wiped out by the lucky son.

Things were similar to Qin Zhengxiong's expectations. Xia Wanqing, who hurried home, felt the atmosphere was abnormal as soon as she entered the gate.

In her father's generation, only her father was the only seedling, and the other four elders were all women, and her father died young, and it was her grandfather who supported Xia's family all these years. They all came after hearing the news.

"Wanqing, how do you say you and Qinglin took care of grandpa? Yesterday was fine, why did you suddenly faint today?"

A middle-aged woman with an ordinary appearance, a rich figure, a large black mole on the corner of her mouth, and a luxurious outfit that exudes the aura of a nouveau riche. She was instructing her servants to move all kinds of precious potted plants in the yard. asked before.

It's just that although her words were reproaches, she didn't feel the slightest feeling when she heard them. It might be better to say that there was a hint of joy in them.

Xia Wanqing, who was being questioned, glanced around, frowning slightly at the busy crowd.

"Auntie, what do you mean? This is my grandfather's favorite potted plant. Why do you want people to move it down?"

"What do you mean? Look at what you said. It's not that the old man fell ill. Just now, a friend of mine who knows Feng Shui said that this ancient house has a problem with Feng Shui and is not suitable for the old man to live in. Your other aunts and I have studied it and are going to sell it. , These flowers and plants affect the appearance.

Xia Wanqing's aunt cast a cold glance at Xia Wanqing.

"By the way, you happened to be here, you go and call out your drunken second sister, let's discuss the distribution of property.

Before Xia Wanqing, who clenched her fists tightly, spoke.

"Oh, big sister, what kind of property does Wanqing need? She is a woman with great ambitions. She can go to any small city and find a boy (outstanding youth) who is similar to the previous one. This bank, if you work harder, it won't be a problem to break ten thousand in a month, right? This kid is so frugal, she eats fat and drinks a lot!"

...asking for flowers...

"But those who have been married may be really hard to find."

Another middle-aged woman wearing a black-bottomed safflower dress with a chill all over her body sneered as she walked towards this side.

The woman in the flower skirt is Xia Wanqing's third aunt, Xia Yan, who is also the one who hates Mr. Xia the most.

When she was young and ignorant, she fell in love with a man who had several tattoos, was out at night, and fought with people almost every day.

This matter was known by Mr. Xia, who claimed to have no time in his life, and he was not stained by mud. He was furious and sent ancient warriors directly to break off a tendon of the other party, forcing the two to sever ties.

At the same time, she was betrothed to an obedient man from a second-rate family who had read poetry and books, had a good family background, and had a very weak personality, that is, her current husband.

This indiscriminate beating of mandarin ducks with sticks left a deep scar on her heart. .