"Auntie, are you clear-headed?"

Yin Chunjiao's eyes flashed with ferocity as she lunged at Ruan Xianxian, yelling that she would beat her to death. Ruan Xianxian swung her hands, slapping her left and right, but even amidst the other woman's cries of pain, she still felt unsatisfied.

He dragged her by the hair all the way to the kitchen, shoved her head into the dirty sink, and kindly asked, "Are you calm now?"

"Bitch! Bitch! Cough cough cough!" Yin Chunjiao struggled while shouting her man's name: "Ruan An, are you dead?"

As for her "son's head" mother, she had already discerned the situation and hid to the side, neither trying to mediate nor stopping the fight.

But the men upstairs who lost all their wealth overnight had no time to care.

After being rinsed with cold water for a while, Yin Chunjiao, who had been "successfully giving birth to a daughter and getting everything she wanted at home," finally calmed down.

"Let go of me, let's talk this out."

Ruan Xianxian kicked the person to the ground, then leaned down and whispered her lips into her aunt's ear, whose face was filled with fear.

"You said it yourself, if you don't learn to speak properly next time, I'll feed you shit."

Yin Chunjiao burst into tears, crying because she had lost all her jewelry and money, and because she had been beaten by the lowly woman who used to be only fit to be her daughter's maid. She was sobbing uncontrollably.

Amidst soft sobs, Ruan Xianxian turned around, grabbed a basin of water, and began washing up. She then got dressed and prepared to leave.

Looking aggrieved, clearly having also cried, Ruan Baozhu ran downstairs to help her mother up. Her eyes darted around, and she feigned ignorance as she looked at the old man on the sofa, his eyes closed and his face ashen, and asked:

"With such a big thing happening at home, why is my sister still running out? Who is outside? Or is there something that makes her have to go?"

In an instant, a group of suspicious and disgusted eyes, as if looking at something dirty, all turned to her.

"Second son." Amidst the old man's barking like a dog, her father, enraged, rushed downstairs, his large, fan-like hand aimed at Ruan Xianxian's face.

"You shameless, good-for-nothing bastard, did you team up with some random guy to steal things from our house?"

Ruan Xianxian squatted down, and her father's hand went straight through, lifting a tuft of hair from her head and slapping it against the door frame.

Duang—!

The force was so great that the entire door frame shook.

Ruan Tai clutched his arm, writhing in pain before he could even scream. His face turned a deep purplish-red, and he bent over, hopping erratically in place.

"Ah! Ahhh!"