"Strange, she's not home."

Yan Can had wanted to give Wang Juan a big surprise.

But Wang Juan wasn't there.

"Host, what are you going to do?"

When Yan Can entered Yan Wan's room, 377 thought she was going to use the same trick again.

Yan Can buried herself in her search.

"Do something good."

377 carefully considered the wording, "Is the host going to 'take' something again?"

Yan Can: "I'm not taking it this time."

377: "..."

have to.

There will be a next time!

Before long, Yan Can found the item in several cracks in the wall that were stuffed with rags and crumpled paper.

Two stacks of banknotes.

Jade bracelet.

There is also a credit card.

"What a wonderful daughter Yan Jian and his wife are!"

Yan Can weighed the item in her hand and said to 377, "Honey, what do you think Wang Juan and her husband would do if they knew that their beloved eldest daughter was rich but wary of them?"

377: "Treat her like an ATM."

Yan Can: "You got it right."

Yan Wan was the child that Wang Juan was willing to have at the cost of turning against the Zhou family, born when their relationship was at its most passionate.

She was the only fruitful result of Wang Juan's self-destructive love.

Wang Juan loves her.

But Wang Juan loved Yan Jian more.

When Wang Juan learned that Yan Wan clearly had money, but refused to give it to them when they were humiliated and bullied by creditors and ridiculed by neighbors, Wang Juan's love for Yan Wan would end.

"alright."

"This is enough to cause a rift between the mother and daughter."

Yan Can put away the money and credit cards, and was about to continue causing trouble when a commotion came from outside.

She quickly hid behind the door.

From afar, I could hear the voice of my neighbor, an older woman.

"Wang Juan, you're about to leave this world, can you please stop bringing trash into your house? The stench is making my grandson unable to eat or sleep!"

Wang Juan retorted, "This is my home, what business is it of yours what I put here!"

The woman said, "If you keep doing this, then we'll all continue to complain."

Unfazed by the threat, Wang Juan retorted, "Those who meddle in other people's business will die quickly. No wonder your son died so young!"

Upon hearing this, the woman was so angry that she suffered a heart attack.

Yan Can couldn't stand it anymore either.

The woman's son had saved her from being beaten many times, and later sacrificed his life in the line of duty, and was posthumously awarded the title of martyr.

Unable to bear seeing the older woman being bullied, she raised her foot and kicked the door.

Just as Wang Juan was about to enter, she was slammed to the ground by the door panel.

Ouch, my face!

"Who the hell is it again..."

Before she could finish cursing, Yan Can came out from inside and stepped on her face.

"Thump!"

Wang Juan's head hit the ground with a loud thud. She saw stars and screamed in pain.

At this moment, the neighbor lady came over.

Yan Can understood immediately and made room.

The older woman grabbed Wang Juan's ear and slapped her several times across that hateful face.

"That damned bastard!"

"I'll teach you to insult my son!"

"My son died saving someone, and the country recognizes his merits. I am proud of him!"

The old man had a strong hand; after a few slaps, Wang Juan was stunned.

Seeing that the woman was still angry, Yan Can quickly suggested, "Auntie, it's too much trouble to hit her like this. Why don't you just grab her hair and slam her head to the ground?"

The older woman: "..."

Is this a way of playing?

Seeing that the older woman didn't move, Yan Can became anxious and began to demonstrate for herself.

"I'll only teach you once, so please watch carefully."

Yan Can grabbed Wang Juan's hair.

"Lift it up gently first."

"Then, when she's not paying attention, slam her down hard."

"Bang!"

His head hit the ground again with a loud thud.

Yan Can looked at the middle-aged woman beside her and said, "See? Why don't you do it yourself?"

The older woman didn't speak, staring blankly at Yan Can.

Yan Can gently nudged her shoulder, reminding her, "Auntie, it's your turn."

The woman grunted in response and instinctively reached out to make a move.

But Wang Juan lay there as if she were dead.

Upon closer inspection, something was leaking out from under the head.

"Blood?"

The woman suddenly became completely sober.

She was in a hurry, somewhat at a loss, and kept muttering to herself.

"She's bleeding."

"What if someone dies?"

Yan Can said, "No, evil deeds last for a thousand years."

The older woman didn't say anything, but simply pulled Yan Can aside.

"What are you doing, auntie?"

Before Yan Can could finish speaking, she was startled by the older woman.

"Child, hurry!"

Yan Can was taken aback, "Auntie..."

Did this neighbor recognize her?

The older woman didn't explain, she just urged her, "Don't say anything, just go!"

Yan Can stood still. "No, I still have things to do."

Ignoring everything else, the woman shoved Yan Can towards the alley entrance with a sudden burst of strength. "What are you doing? What can a child like you do? Get out of here, this is none of your business."

Yan Can: "But..."

She hasn't finished yet!

Just one step away.

The older woman didn't give her a chance to speak at all, instead taking out a handful of change and stuffing it into Yan Can's hand.

“Every day, many people come to the Yan family to collect debts, and each one of them gets into an argument with her; this is something all the neighbors know.”

"Wang Juan became like this after getting into a conflict with someone."

"This is none of your business, get out of here!"

Upon hearing this, Yan Can was even less inclined to leave.

She made a funny remark: "Auntie, those are all my words!"

The older woman: "..."

When did you start making jokes like this?

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