Bring your aunt to eat big meat, the scumbag father's family is furious

Qiao Jian'er first asked someone to deliver a letter to the Murong family, then changed her clothes, put on a veil, and waited at the agreed place.

She took a pill that would change the sound of her voice.

After a while, Murong Shu hurried over.

She pushed open the door of the private room and saw a woman sitting inside with her face covered.

"who are you?"

"Miss Murong, don't worry about who I am. You just need to know that I can help you."

Murong Shu looked incredulous: "But there is no antidote for this poison. You don't look very old, so how could you possibly find an antidote?"

"In this world, everything is interdependent and mutually exclusive. There is no poison without an antidote. Some are just extremely difficult to find."

Qiao Jian'er looked at Murong Shu and said, "Although the condition of your hands isn't as serious as Miss Wu's, it will still cause you great inconvenience throughout your life. You might even be unable to find a suitable family."

How could Murong Shu not be worried, but the thought that Wu Qingjin's hands were completely disabled made her feel a little more balanced.

"If you can cure me, I will reward you handsomely."

"I don't ask for much, just 12,000 taels of gold in exchange for a pair of healthy hands for Miss Murong." Qiao Jian'er certainly couldn't refuse the money. Besides money, she was also playing an important game.

Murong Shu is by no means innocent. She conspired with Wu Qingjin and was not a good person to begin with.

"Ten thousand taels of gold, how can there be an antidote so expensive?" Murong Shu's face changed when he heard it.

Even though the Wu family is of high status, 10,000 taels of gold is by no means a small sum.

"This money buys Miss Murong's lifelong happiness. In your eyes, your life is not worth ten thousand taels of gold."

Qiao Jian'er impatiently adjusted her sleeves and seemed about to get up and leave: "I have a lot of things to do, Miss Murong, please make a decision quickly."

Murong Shu was anxious: "Ten thousand taels of gold is ten thousand taels of gold, but how can I be sure that the antidote you gave me is effective? You don't even dare to reveal your true face. What if you are trying to cheat me out of money?"

Qiao Lianer leaned forward, twisted her fingers, and poured some powder into Murong Shu's teacup.

"Ms. Murong, drink this tea and see if you feel better."

Murong Shu did as she was told doubtfully. She waited for a while and moved her arm. Sure enough, she felt a little more flexible. Although the dosage was small and the effect was not great, she could clearly feel it.

Her eyes suddenly lit up. This really was the antidote.

Qiao Jian'er opened her palm, revealing a white, translucent pill. "As long as the money is in place, Miss Murong will be back to normal within half an hour. There's no need to worry about her condition getting worse."

"Otherwise, your hands can only play 30% of their original function."

"It's good that it works. We in the Murong family are not short of money. We are just afraid of encountering scammers. You wait here, I will go and send the money."

Murong Shu stood up, suddenly thought of something, and turned to look at Qiao Lianer.

"What about Wu Qingjin? Will you save him?"

"There are limited antidotes. This one is just enough to save Miss Murong, so it's more cost-effective for me to come to you."

Then, Wu Qingjin was hopeless. Murong Shu felt so happy that he almost couldn't help laughing.

I wonder how Wu Qingjin would feel when he saw that her hands were intact. He would definitely be crazy, devastated and desperate.

Since she was a child, she regarded Wu Qingjin as her best friend. She never thought that this bitch would turn against her and slander her for poisoning and framing her, completely disregarding their old friendship.

Since they are enemies now, she doesn't need to be polite and can act as arrogant as she wants.

Now she couldn't wait to show off in front of Wu Qingjin.

Feeling the pride emanating from Murong Shu, Qiao Jian'er curled the corners of her mouth subtly.

Murong Shu has not yet realized the seriousness of the problem.

Soon, Murong Shu converted 10,000 taels of gold into silver notes and sent them over.

Half of it was what she had saved since she was a child, and the other half came from Madam Murong's dowry. When she heard that her daughter had been poisoned and her hands were about to be destroyed, Madam Murong was so scared that she quickly took out her dowry.

Qiao Jianer kept the 100,000 taels of silver and handed the pill to Murong Shu.

Murong Shu drank it with tea.

"You can't leave within half an hour until I'm fully recovered."

"Okay." Qiao Jianer agreed easily.

As time goes by, I feel my hands becoming more and more flexible and there is no more stiffness.

Murong Shu looked at him in surprise: "Who are you? What do you do? Why do you know about this poison? How do you have an antidote?"

"Miss Murong, there's no need to ask about this. You just need to take care of your hands."

"This poison wouldn't be you, right?" Murong Shu made a bold guess. Hostility immediately appeared in his eyes and his whole body became alert.

"You poison us and then sell us the antidote, isn't that what it is?"

Qiao Jianer smiled: "If that's the case, I can earn more from Wu Qingjin, so why would I come to Miss Murong instead of going to her?"

Murong Shu frowned. She couldn't figure out this question either.

Maybe she really has this good luck. God cares about her and doesn't want her to suffer all her life, so he sends someone to help her.

Unlike Wu Qingjin, who can only accept his fate.

Her talent in painting was mediocre, and she did feel a little inferior in front of Wu Qingjin.

Now it is proven that she is blessed with good luck, which is much better than Wu Qingjin.

Thinking about the humiliation he suffered at the Wu family, Murong Shu felt relaxed all over at this moment, as if he had let out a lot of anger.

When the time was almost up, her hands had indeed recovered.

"you can go now."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the woman opposite him flash and then disappear from the spot.

Murong Shu froze all over and rubbed his eyes in disbelief. The person was really gone.

She turned her head and looked at the maid beside her. The maid was also stunned and spoke tremblingly.

"Miss, it seems like the person suddenly disappeared."

"This is a god, it must be a god, it is a god who saved me."

As Murong Shu spoke, he quickly knelt down and bowed three times respectfully towards the seat where Qiao Jianer was sitting.

"Thank you so much for your blessing, Immortal. Thank you so much for your blessing, Immortal. I will offer you a tablet and burn three sticks of incense every day. Please continue to bless me."

She stood up and laughed.

"I've met a god, Wu Qingjin, oh Wu Qingjin, you don't have this blessing. I can still continue painting and choose a good family, but you will have to live your whole life with these crippled hands."

Murong Shu instructed the maid, "Tell Wu Qingjin the news that my hands have healed. I want her to experience utter despair."

Qiao Jianer stood invisible aside and nodded. The show was about to begin.