Chapter 1284: Chapter 1284

"That’s true, it’s just your lack of judgment back then for getting involved with that Zhou Jian."

Moli sympathetically nodded, as people in Songlan City knew that Song Xue’er was Zhou Jian’s wife.

Back then, Tangming Group was at its peak, and many flattered Song Xue’er. But now that Tangming Group has changed hands, Zhou Jian, a trusted man of Tang Ming, has become a persona non grata. If they hadn’t divorced early, Song Xue’er would have likely faced retribution as well.

"It’s all in the past; let’s not talk about it."

Song Xue’er frowned slightly, shaking her head bitterly.

There was a time when Song Xue’er and Moli were close friends. Later, because they both made mistakes but were forgiven, their relationship became very good.

But now Moli has risen again, while Song Xue’er has distanced herself, because this time there was a severe disagreement between them.

"Xue’er, don’t put yourself through this."

Moli thought for a moment and earnestly advised: "Even though you had a past with Zhou Jian, you’re still young. With your looks and skills, I guarantee you can find a better man. How about I introduce you to a few wealthy men? With my current status as the Young Madam of the Zhou Family, I can surely find you a good match."

"No need, I’m doing quite well now."

Song Xue’er declined decisively.

"Why are you so stubborn? Are you still thinking about Zhou Jian?"

Moli looked at Song Xue’er speechlessly, warning her: "I’m telling you, there’s already a bounty for Zhou Jian, he’s not going to end well."

"I’m not thinking about him, I just don’t want to tire myself out in the city."

Song Xue’er laughed lightly and said deeply, "Lili, you should also stop. Continuing won’t end well."

"Phooey, I’m kindly visiting you, and you curse me."

Moli’s face turned unsightly as she smugly said: "I’m now the Young Madam of the Zhou Family and will be marrying Zhou Haotian in a few days, then I’ll be the mistress of the Zhou Family."

"But have you forgotten how good Zhou Dafu was to you before?"

Song Xue’er couldn’t help but question.

"Humph, what good does it do for that cripple to treat me well? He always minded my past with Zhou Haotian and often glared at me."

Moli coldly snorted, saying disdainfully: "Now his legs have been broken, and no one knows where he’s begging. It would be better if he were dead."

Song Xue’er sighed helplessly, surprised that Moli could be so ruthless.

"Forget it; we’re not on the same level anymore, but we’re still good sisters. On April 3rd, if you’re free, come to my wedding."

Moli scoffed and handed Xue’er an invitation.

If it wasn’t to show off her success in front of this friend, she wouldn’t have invited the down-and-out Song Xue’er.

"Are you really getting married?"

Song Xue’er took the invitation, filled with doubt.

"Of course! When you married Zhou Jian, you just got the certificate without a wedding; that’s too shabby."

Song Xue’er grinned and said proudly, "This time my wedding will be grand. Not only will all the family forces from Songlan City attend, but many bigwigs from the provincial capital will also be present; it will definitely be a magnificent wedding."

"Haha, congratulations then."

Song Xue’er gave a peculiar smile, casually replying.

"Hehe, you’re my good sister, so you must come. I can introduce you to some rich young men, guaranteeing a better life than with Zhou Jian."

Moli enthusiastically invited.

"I’ll go if I have time."

Song Xue’er nodded and pointed to the yard: "Want to sit down? This is where I live now."

"Forget it, it’s so messy inside; I don’t want to get dirty."

Moli shook her head repeatedly, then drove off in her car.

Song Xue’er shook her head and turned to enter the yard.

On the upper floor of the small building, Zhou Jian stood behind the curtain, breathing a sigh of relief as he saw Moli leave.

"Thankfully, she’s not here for me!"

Zhou Jian mumbled, turning to look behind him.

The room was large, with three single beds inside. Zhou Dafu, Zhou Xianren, and Zhou’s mother were all lying on the beds, resting and recuperating.

The reason Zhou Jian stayed in the countryside was to take care of this family of three. Without his help, the Zhou family might have ended up begging on the streets, as Moli said.

With Zhou Jian’s abilities and his experience of managing Tangming Group, leaving Songlan City could give him a promising future anywhere. But to care for the Zhou family, he couldn’t leave.

Worried about the future life of the Zhou family, he refused to remarry Song Xue’er. If Zhou Dafu’s family couldn’t recover their legs, he decided to care for them for a lifetime; he didn’t want to drag Song Xue’er into such heavy responsibilities with him.

Song Xue’er pushed the door open and walked in.

"Shh. They’re asleep, let’s talk outside."

Zhou Jian immediately hushed her and gently walked with Song Xue’er to the door: "Why did Moli come here?"

Song Xue’er sighed, handing the invitation to Zhou Jian: "On April 3rd, she’s marrying Zhou Haotian and wants me to attend."

"Hmph, it’s absurd that such a vicious woman could become a winner in life; it’s utterly unjust."

Glancing at the invitation, Zhou Jian sneered in disdain.

"I want to kill that bitch."

At that moment, a howl suddenly came from the room.

Zhou Jian’s expression changed as he rushed into the room.

Emotionally agitated, Zhou Dafu had fallen from the bed, gritting his teeth and shouting: "Has that bitch been here? I want to kill her, I will kill her!"

Zhou Dafu, who was groggy from sleep, heard Zhou Jian mention Moli and immediately was filled with fury. He hated Moli for causing his family’s downfall and wished to tear her apart.

"Young Dafu, calm down, now is not the time to be impulsive."

Zhou Jian quickly held down Zhou Dafu: "Don’t move, or your leg injuries will act up."

"I don’t care; I must kill her."

Zhou Dafu shouted with a ferocious face, and the bandages on his legs began to bleed.

Zhou Xianyi and Zhou’s mother were awakened by the noise, and their hearts ached seeing Zhou Dafu .

"Xue’er, get the sedative."

Zhou Jian held the frenzied Zhou Dafu down, anxiously shouting.

Moli hurriedly injected the sedative into Zhou Dafu.

"I want to kill her, I want..."

After the injection, Zhou Dafu quieted down.

"Zhou Jian, will Dafu be okay?"

Zhou Xianren asked Zhou Jian nervously.

"He’ll be fine, just too emotionally agitated."

Zhou Jian wiped his sweat and laid Zhou Dafu back on the bed.