Ye Zhiguo was even more furious inside, but he didn't show it on his face. He said to the old lady, "Mom, I'm going to the hospital to pick up Yan Hong and the others."

"Why are you calling her? Doesn't she have legs?"

The old lady's face immediately darkened, and she scolded her son.

Ye Zhiguo didn't say anything. He was too lazy to explain. He couldn't explain it to his mother. If it were just Shen Yanhong, he certainly wouldn't go to pick her up. But his own son, Ye Hua, was there too, so he was naturally worried.

Ye Zhiguo rode his motorcycle out the door. The old lady secretly pursed her lips, feeling very unhappy. Her son had argued with her several times because of the slut widow and was no longer as respectful to her as before. It was all because of the slut widow's pillow talk that her son had become estranged from her!

The depressed old lady glared at Ye Lan, who was cowering to the side. It was Ye Lan who had led the police to the Hu family earlier.

The old lady originally wanted to scold Ye Lan to vent her anger, but when she thought of the thousand yuan she had, she decided to hide the money first, as money was the most important thing. When Ye Lan saw the old lady enter the room, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She originally intended to go back to her room, but after thinking about it, she had an idea and quietly went to the old lady's room.

That old hag hid so much money; it was all hers—her dowry money, her wages…it was all hers.

Ye Lan gritted her teeth. Lu Qingquan must have broken off the engagement because of the 5,000 yuan dowry. It was a pity that half of the 5,000 yuan had already been spent, but it was better than spending it all. Besides, that old hag had even extorted 1,000 yuan back tonight!

If she could get her hands on this money and return it to Brother Qingquan, he would definitely treat her as obediently as before. Ye Lan gritted her teeth again, her eyes becoming determined.

The door to the old lady's room was ajar. Ye Lan mustered her courage and quietly pushed the door open a crack, clearly seeing what was happening inside.

Ye Lan was so nervous that she was sweating profusely. She held her breath and stared at the old lady without blinking, afraid of missing a single detail.

The old woman had no idea that someone was watching at the door. Completely absorbed in the excitement of hiding the money, she moved the bed aside, which lifted a brick, revealing a dark hole. The old woman reached in and pulled out a tightly wrapped cloth bag.

Ye Lan was so excited she could hear her own heartbeat. She had lived in this room for years and had never noticed that the bricks behind the bed were actually movable. That old hag was really cunning at hiding things; no wonder her mother couldn't find them.

While the old lady was out buying groceries, Shen Yanhong searched the room countless times, but to no avail.

The old woman untied the cloth bundle, layer upon layer, at least five layers of cloth, finally revealing the money inside. She picked up the money, stacked it with the thousand dollars she had for tonight, moistened her fingers with saliva, and quickly began to count it, her lips moving in a muttering voice.

Ye Lan followed the old lady's fingers and counted. The old lady's fingers moved so fast, it was like she was dancing. Fortunately, she counted three times, and Ye Lan was sure that, including the thousand yuan from tonight, the old lady actually had four thousand yuan.

Ye Lan's heart was pounding in her throat. How could that old hag have so much money!

The old lady counted again, her face full of satisfaction. Her greatest wish was for the granary to be filled with grain and the holes in the walls to be filled with banknotes.

Now that her wish has basically come true, the old lady is extremely satisfied with her current life.

The only thing that bothered the old lady was Shen Yanhong's family. She would be more satisfied if they were driven away!

The old lady carefully wrapped the money again, layer by layer, put it into the hole in the wall, then carefully filled it with bricks and put the bed back in its original place.

Ye Lan dared not look any longer and tiptoed up to the third floor, her mind filled with thoughts.