CHAPTER 631: CHAPTER 256: SYSTEM CALLS ME TO SAVE THE DAY (FINALE)

He Tiantian felt a jolt in her heart when she saw the scene before her.

She didn’t adopt a "Holy Mother" attitude, thinking Granny Qiao’s accident was related to herself.

Although the Ancient Embroidery Pattern and whatnot were indeed brought up by He Tiantian first.

But in the whole affair, He Tiantian was just a catalyst. Granny Qiao falling into danger must have been an accident.

He Tiantian would not take everything upon herself, attributing all the mistakes to her own head.

Of course, He Tiantian wasn’t a "Holy Mother," but she wasn’t cold-blooded enough to just watch an old lady have an accident.

He Tiantian didn’t particularly like the Qiao Family, but to be fair, the Qiaos weren’t heinous, they were just ordinary people.

Even Granny Qiao, who might have had some unusual experiences in her early years, was in He Tiantian’s memory just someone who had a life-and-death struggle with her daughter-in-law.

Aside from the squabbles between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, Granny Qiao hadn’t harmed anyone else.

That was enough!

He Tiantian circulated the Wuji Technique frantically within her body, and had Student Xiao D lock onto Granny Qiao’s position. She took a deep breath and, amidst the gasps of the crowd, rushed headlong into the fire.

"Jiaojiao! Oh, Jiaojiao, what on earth are you doing?"

"Come back! The fire inside is too big, come back!"

"Jiaojiao!"

"Oh my, they say the Qiao family’s daughter-in-law is virtuous. I see she’s really remarkable!"

"That’s right, that’s right, not even their own sons or grandsons have dashed in yet, and she, a granddaughter-in-law, rushed in first!"

The villagers witnessing the scene were utterly astonished.

Then came chatter and gossip, all speaking in bursts.

Mr. Jiao and Mrs. Jiao, arriving afterward and hearing that their daughter had rushed into the fire, were nearly frantic enough to explode on the spot.

Qiao Zhenbang came to his senses and, ignoring Mrs. Qiao’s pulling, threw on a soaked quilt and dashed straight into the flames.

"Zhenbang! Zhenbang, come back!"

Mrs. Qiao cried out, her voice hoarse with exertion, cursing his mother-in-law, the Old Devout Woman, in her heart, "Good for you, Old Devout Woman, not wanting to live is one thing, but to drag my Zhenbang down with you?!"

"And Jiao Jiao too, what’s with acting like you’re so important? As if you’re the only filial one in the whole Qiao Family?"

Thinking of her daughter-in-law rushing into the fire to save someone gave Mrs. Qiao more resentment toward her than even Granny Qiao.

And why wouldn’t she resent her?

If it weren’t for "Jiao Jiao" showing off, causing such murmurs among the villagers, would her Zhenbang have followed her into the fire?

It would be fine if Zhenbang exited the fire alive, but if something were to happen...

Mrs. Qiao clenched her teeth with hatred, yet her eyes were fixed on the kitchen.

While some people were either watching and gossiping or helping carry water to extinguish the fire, two figures finally emerged from the sea of flames.

He Tiantian shouldering Granny Qiao was in front. Qiao Zhenbang stumbled along behind her.

Granny Qiao had passed out. Her white hair was scorched, and she looked in very bad shape.

He Tiantian and Qiao Zhenbang appeared somewhat disheveled, but they bore no obvious injuries.

However, after carrying Granny Qiao out of the fire and into a safe area, He Tiantian’s legs gave out, and she collapsed to the ground.

It was Qiao Zhenbang and Mr. Jiao whose quick reflexes caught Granny Qiao who was unconscious and supported He Tiantian.

"Quick, go to the brigade and call for a cart, hurry and send them to the hospital!"

Mr. Jiao, trembling, checked for breath under He Tiantian’s nose, thankfully there still was some. He saw that people were just onlooking and, anxious, cried out loudly.

"Yes! Right, right! Hurry to the hospital!"

Mr. Qiao and Qiao Zhenbang also came to their senses and started shouting.

The villagers then snapped out of it; someone ran to get a cart from the brigade while others helped carry the injured.

Mrs. Jiao, with weak knees, approached and threw herself onto He Tiantian, crying and shouting, "Jiaojiao, you silly child, what were you trying to do?"

"Wake up, Jiaojiao, you—you mustn’t scare your parents!"

Although Jiao Jiao, their daughter, was not thoughtful and even made them lose face, laughed at by others.

But in the end, she was their own flesh and blood, whom they had doted on since she was little.

Now seeing her lying on the ground with a faint breath, her face covered in soot, Mrs. Jiao’s heart ached as if pricked by needles.

Her feelings toward her daughter were a mixture of love and hate—loving her was instinct, hating her for lacking ambition.

The daughter of a respected team leader, neither ugly nor disabled, yet she married a poor ruffian ringing with emptiness.

Not only did she choose Qiao Zhenbang in the end, but even after marriage, she served her in-laws as if they were ancestors.

Every time she heard Mrs. Qiao bragging on the streets about how capable and filial her daughter-in-law was, Mrs. Jiao’s heart tasted a bitter flavor.