CHAPTER 622: CHAPTER 599 SECOND BROTHER

Fang Xiaohui returned home.

She thought it over.

The worth of five hundred and three points of misfortune, using it to deal with Old Mrs. Song, doesn’t seem worthwhile.

There’s too much uncertainty with Old Mrs. Song.

She hasn’t figured out how Old Mrs. Song sobered up. If it was Jiang Xiaoxiao who did something, she herself enjoyed Old Mrs. Song’s affection for more than half a month.

This indicates that Jiang Xiaoxiao had no way at first, and after Jiang Xiaoxiao moved out, Old Mrs. Song suddenly became clear-headed.

This suggests it has nothing to do with Jiang Xiaoxiao.

If Jiang Xiaoxiao had a way, she would have used it long ago.

At this point, she shouldn’t waste her misfortune points on Old Mrs. Song again.

If it doesn’t work again, she’s not doing this just to get half a month’s affection.

Since that path is blocked, she should think of other methods and accumulate a certain amount of misfortune points first.

Once she accumulates enough points, there will be plenty of time to deal with Jiang Xiaoxiao.

No need to rush.

Fang Xiaohui considered whom to make unlucky?

There aren’t many people around her she can target.

Song Mohuan is definitely not an option.

Song Mohuan took her medicine, and now he listens to her every word, pampering her immensely. With such an obedient man, why make him unlucky?

Song Mohuan being good is only advantageous for her and their daughter.

If Song Mohuan isn’t an option, her only targets are Song’s father, Song’s mother, or her colleagues at the hospital.

Her colleagues at the hospital; currently, her pen is effective enough.

She mustn’t waste her misfortune points.

But what methods can she use on Song’s mother and father?

They are her parents-in-law; if she brings bad luck to them, it affects more than just the two of them.

Not really worthwhile either.

Fang Xiaohui felt a bit distressed. Should she focus on the Jiang family instead?

But she had already had a falling out with Fan Xiuying and Jiang Laocheng; she no longer interacts with the Jiang family.

If she goes back now, they are wary of her, and attempting anything secretly might get exposed.

What about people on the outskirts of the Jiang family?

Right, isn’t there an elder brother Jiang Laocheng in the Jiang family?

This uncle’s family still has a troublesome son.

That Jiang Zhiyong, who idles about all day doing nothing good, ended up in jail in a past life.

Since he’s a rogue and hooligan, it’s easier to manipulate him.

Moreover, such people are very greedy, a small benefit can easily lure them in, unlike others.

Fang Xiaohui wanted to see the Jiang family in trouble.

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Jiang Zhiyong and his mother, Feng Guihua, rented a small house.

Feng Guihua had been divorced from her husband for several years.

Initially, she thought it would only be temporary, and they would remarry.

Then continue living like before.

Who would have thought Jiang Laocheng was determined not to bring back the money and urged the children to work together, live frugally, and prepare to repay the debt.

Feng Guihua went back to make a ruckus several times but without any grounds.

She had been divorced and took the money alone.

What more could she want, with the children not supporting her?

Feng Guihua was angry, thinking it was a foolproof plan.

Who would have thought it would end up like this, and as a result, she had been renting outside for almost two years.

The only good thing was living with her son. Even though her second son was unreliable, her pension was enough for the two of them to get by.

Jiang Zhiyong had long been eyeing the money in his mother’s hands, wanting to get it into his own hands.

But Feng Guihua wasn’t foolish; she knew what kind of person her son was, a loafer who associated with bad company.

If she gave him all the money, there wouldn’t be a cent left.

She still didn’t know when she might remarry the old man, so she needed to consider the children back home with what she had.

She had heard that the Jiang family now only ate pickles and steamed buns, not even having meat.

It’s not that they couldn’t afford meat, but to save money to repay the debt, owing 2500 yuan wasn’t easy to repay on a fixed salary during those years.

Feng Guihua couldn’t say she didn’t love her kids; that would be false.

The younger kids were still growing and studying.

The eldest and his wife had a child, and while the child was still young, they all needed money, and their health would suffer if they continued like this.

So she clung tightly to the money in her hands, unwilling to give a cent to Jiang Zhiyong, preferring to spend all her pension rather than touch the savings.

Jiang Zhiyong was angry; he followed his mother out for that money, thinking she’d really grown wise.

No matter how he sweet-talked, he couldn’t get the money.

Without a decent job, hanging out with only the bad company around.

No money, and who would want to be friends?

Jiang Zhiyong was troubled and was contemplating stealing the bankbook to withdraw the money himself.

But he searched the house thoroughly and couldn’t find it; his mother had hidden it well.

He thought she might have hidden it at his uncle’s house.

Not worried about them stealing the money, his mother really trusted her family.

He came out of the house, dejected, and was stopped by a woman outside the alley.

He looked at this woman.

Didn’t recognize her!

But she was quite pretty. The problem was, why would a pretty woman stop him? Did he run into a female thug?

Jiang Zhiyong immediately stood up straight, smiled, and ran a hand through his curly hair, as curly perms were in fashion.

If he had the money, he would have bought floral shirts and wide-leg jeans.

These were popular in the south, he’d heard.

He struck a pose he thought was dashing, with a hand on the wall.

But seeing his affected stance almost amused Fang Xiaohui.

This guy, is he crazy? Does he think she’s interested?

Even if she were blind, she wouldn’t be interested. Just look at him, clearly a street thug.

"Greetings, Second Brother. I’m Fang Xiaohui."

Her casual greeting shattered all of Jiang Zhiyong’s posturing.

He immediately withdrew his hand from the wall, putting away his affected expression, scrutinizing Fang Xiaohui with suspicion.

"You’re Fang Xiaohui, the switched daughter of my second uncle’s family. What do you want from me?"

Mentioning this, Jiang Zhiyong felt a bellyful of anger. If Fang Xiaohui and Jiang Xiaoxiao hadn’t been switched,

he wouldn’t have ended up a scapegoat doing more than a year’s jail time.

And now, this woman dared to seek him out, thinking he wouldn’t hit her? Even if she were his second uncle’s biological daughter, he’d still teach her a lesson.