After Mu Nanrui left for a long time, the smile on Qiao Wei's face slowly faded, and her eyes gradually showed cruelty. Mu Nanrui married someone from the Lan family's bloodline, and she is the one who truly has the Lan family's bloodline.

However, because of her mother's humble status, she has such a shadowy status.

Twenty-six years have passed, and the Lan family still does not know that a person like her exists. So now she will let a group of them slowly know who she is and who is the real blood and flesh of the Lan family.

Soon the smile appeared on her delicate face again, and her smile was still so perfect and decent, almost charming all living beings.

After cleaning herself up, Qiao Wei went to another place, a mental hospital on the outskirts of Jiangbei City.

Because she had the full support of Mr. Mu, it was not only convenient but also absolutely confidential. Under the guidance of the staff, she met a woman.

The woman sat in a corner with disheveled hair, muttering non-stop, giggling for a while, crying for a while. No matter who came up to talk to her, she ignored them.

Qiao Wei retreated from the people around her and came to sit next to the disheveled woman alone. After sitting quietly for a long time, she sighed: "Oh, I really didn't expect that the once glorious eldest daughter of the Song family would be reduced to such a state."

After the disheveled woman heard this, she was stunned for a moment and then started to giggle.

Qiao Wei raised a sneer on her lips and said, "Are you planning to stay in this ghost place for the rest of your life?"

After hearing these words, the disheveled woman's body trembled slightly, and the two hands on her legs slowly clenched into fists.

Qiao Wei knew that her words had had an effect, so she kept saying: "That little bitch of the Lan family has caused you so much misery, are you really planning to let it go?"

The woman with disheveled hair was shaking more and more, but she still didn't answer.

Qiao Wei then said: "If I were you, even if I can't get what I want, no one else can. Whoever hurt me so badly, I will make her suffer ten times, a hundred times, or even a thousand times."

After saying that, Qiao Wei laughed: "Miss Song, what do you think?"

"Who are you?" The disheveled woman raised her head and pulled her hair away from her eyes, revealing a face that was bruised and swollen beyond recognition.

Qiao Wei looked at her with an indifferent expression. This crazy woman's behavior was as she expected. She sighed again and said: "It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that I can help you and let you

I let go of the bad breath I was holding in my heart."

"What do you want from me?" Song Xueqing looked at the woman in front of her, and she confirmed that she had never known such a person before.

Qiao Wei asked back: "What else do you think is valuable on you?"

"Then what do you want to do?" Song Xueqing would never believe that a person offered to help her without any purpose.

Qiao Wei chuckled and said calmly: "I'm the same as you, but I can't stand some people and some things. She is obviously the one who robs others of everything, but she enjoys it with confidence and enjoys a group of people.

The love given to her by others. If I were you, instead of living like this for the rest of my life, I would rather drag the person I hate with me into hell."

"Huh huh..." Song Xueqing sneered, her bruised face almost deformed, "You want to take advantage of me."

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Chapter completed!