No one expected that Zhou Zhijian would come back at this time and happen to witness the scene where the lie was exposed.

The originally noisy surroundings fell into an unspeakable silence with the appearance of Zhou Zhijian.

Although the sisters-in-law had already screamed wildly in their hearts when they saw such a shocking secret, no one dared to speak at this time because of Zhou Zhijian's gloomy face.

When Li Jinhua saw Zhou Zhijian appear, she shuddered all over. The insufficient brain cells in her brain were probably used to think of countermeasures.

After all, all the money she received over the years was given by Zhou Zhijian.

Zhou Zhijian is not only her son, but also her support in her old age and her God of Wealth.

Li Jinhua turned around quickly, walked over and grabbed Zhou Zhijian's arm, "Son! You have to believe in me! I have only had you as my son for so many years, and I don't have any other children. It's all because of her--"

Li Jinhua pointed her sharp fingers at Wang Chunling and Chu Yue, and said with gnashing teeth in hatred.

"It's your wife! And this shameless bitch! The two of them teamed up to slander me. They just can't tolerate me, can't bear to see me live a good life, and want to drive me out of the compound. Son...son...you are my only child. Your father died when you were eight years old. I was both your mother and your father and raised you up. You can't be unfilial to me, or you will be struck by lightning!"

Zhou Zhijian had heard such words countless times, and each time it was moral blackmail.

Only this time, when he listened to Li Jinhua's screams, he did not feel guilty for the first time.

Chu Yue watched this farce and was not afraid of Li Jinhua's accusations at all. Instead, she walked towards them.

Under Li Jinhua's angry gaze, she took out the ironclad evidence from her pocket.

"Captain Zhou, Sister Chunling was afraid that the things would not be safe at her house, so she left them with me. These are the remittance slips. I have sorted them in chronological order and will give them to you now. If you don't believe what we say, you can check it out for yourself. These remittance slips cannot be forged."

As soon as Li Jinhua saw the thick stack of remittance slips, she immediately reached out to grab it.

But this time, Zhou Zhijian did not let Li Jinhua succeed. Instead, he took all the remittance slips and looked through them one by one.

The remittance slip can be traced back to several years ago, that is, the first month after Li Jinhua came to the compound, she started to remit money to Zhou Zhiqiang.

Twice a month, rain or shine.

Li Jinhua had never been to school and was illiterate, so the remittance slips were filled out by the post office staff. However, in the corner of each remittance slip was Li Jinhua's crooked signature, which were the only three words she knew how to write.

The recipient of every remittance slip is... Zhou Zhiqiang.

Chu Yue and Wang Chunling did not know Zhou Zhiqiang and did not know who this person was, but they knew Zhou Zhijian.

This person is the son of Zhou Zhijian’s neighbor!

He is only eighteen years old this year, ten years younger than Zhou Zhijian.

Neighbors...actually neighbors...

If it is a relative, there is still a possibility of borrowing money.

But he was just a neighbor, not a relative. Li Jinhua was not crazy, so why would she send money to such a neighbor?

and……

He's just a neighbor, why would he give himself a name so similar to his?

Zhou Zhijian's face became more and more ugly. He held a stack of remittance slips tightly in his hand, and his fingers were so hard that he almost pierced the paper.

"Son... Zhijian..." Li Jinhua was getting more and more panicked, but she still insisted, "You are my son... Don't listen to their nonsense... Don't you know how I have taken care of you over the years? You are the only one in my heart——"

"Enough! Stop talking! Go back, go home!" Zhou Zhijian suddenly roared and shouted orders at Li Jinhua.

This was probably the first time in his life that he spoke so loudly to Li Jinhua.

Li Jinhua was frightened and stood there in a trance. Her previous arrogance and domineering attitude became useless at this moment.

Zhou Zhijian yelled again, "Mom, aren't you ashamed enough? Do you want to let everyone know about your shit? Go home! Let's talk about it when we get home!"

This call of "Mom" was the last respect given to Li Jinhua.

Under Zhou Zhijie's disappointed and indifferent eyes, Li Jinhua felt as if all her energy and spirit had been drained away. She was completely lost and staggered slowly away.

No one could have imagined that what started as a farce caused by missing children would end up involving such a bloody family drama.

In the end, it was Song Hongmei who stepped forward to take charge of the situation.

"Alright, alright, stop gathering here. Look at the time. Take your kids home and cook. Go home."

After hearing what Song Hongmei said, the sisters-in-law gradually dispersed and went home one after another. Even Yang Jiuhong stopped yelling and left the scene holding her son.

Zhou Zhijian raised his hand and rubbed his aching brow. Just as he was about to leave, he was stopped by Song Hongmei.

"Captain Zhou, please don't leave yet. I have something to discuss with you."

When Chu Yue heard Song Hongmei say this, she roughly knew what they were going to talk about. The protest of Yang Jiuhong and her sisters-in-law completely turned the Zhou family's family affairs into the public sentiment of the entire compound.

Managers have always valued stability and unity the most.

Li Jinhua has become a factor that is not conducive to stability. Song Hongmei cannot just ignore it, and the way she handles it will definitely be different from before.

Chu Yue’s almost, almost reached 99% success.

"Yuanbao, let's go home." Chu Yue raised her lips and said happily, taking Lu Yuanbao home with her. She asked, "Yuanbao, we're going to have meat tonight, braised pork."

Lu Yuanbao grumbled and swallowed, "Is there meat to eat again today? Is it Chinese New Year again?"

"Who says you can only eat braised pork during the Chinese New Year? You can eat it on any day when you are in a good mood."

As Chu Yue spoke, she glanced back.

Where they had gathered just now, Song Hongmei and Zhou Zhijian were talking face to face, and Wang Chunling was standing not far from them.

Wang Chunling seemed to feel Chu Yue's gaze, and raised her head to look at Chu Yue.

There was so much gratitude in that look.

That night, Chu Yue not only cooked braised pork, but also took great care to prepare three other dishes. When they were finally put on the table, it was full, only slightly inferior to the New Year’s Eve dinner.

After seeing this, Lu Zhanlin’s incredible look paused in surprise.

He didn't ask like Lu Yuanbao, "Is it New Year's Day today too?", but he immediately sensed Chu Yue's change in mood.

Lu Zhanlin took off his military cap and uniform and asked, "Are you happy today?"