After hearing Old Yang's words, Qi Taiguo felt as if fate was playing a cruel joke on him. He had come with the intention of teaching the Zhang family a lesson, but now, without him lifting a finger, the Zhangs had already paid a price in blood—no, a price in lives.
No need for outsiders to intervene; they destroyed themselves. Isn't that just fate's cruel joke?
Looking at the family again, it was just as it had been years ago when he visited, unchanged in the slightest. What had changed, perhaps, were people's hearts—never satisfied, never introspective about their own mistakes.
If Zhang Jisheng hadn't divorced Qi Fenglian, could it be that today wouldn't have happened?
And if they hadn't divorced, would it have been the eldest sister who committed murder?
Qi Taiguo didn't want to think about that possibility. In this world, there is no 'what if'. All trajectories are arranged by heaven, caused by humans themselves.
