When Luo Qiao learned of this, she thought of the phrase "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned." However, this was just retribution for Wei Zixiong and the Cui Family. Even a cornered rabbit will bite, let alone Zhao Jianing, who was already not a good person.
She considered the matter closed; after all, whatever happened to Zhao Jianing was none of her concern. If she herself failed to see the error of her ways, no amount of persuasion would be of any use.
As time entered November, everything concerning the new house had been readied. The rooms had been aired out for a while, the furniture had all been ordered and allowed to off-gas in advance, and all that was left was to choose an auspicious day to warm the house and move in.
After the house was completed, many neighbors went in to have an early look and marveled at how nicely the house had been constructed. Everyone was deeply envious, saying that the Luo's elderly couple was very blessed.
