Upon hearing this, Zhang Shuyun panicked and took off the bracelet, handing it to the police.

"I didn't steal it. I've only worn it for a few days, and I had no idea she stole it!"

Yan Shu closed her eyes, feeling disappointed in Yan Yaoyao.

How did this child become like this?

Yan Qiao took her hand.

"mom."

Yan Shu smiled and said, "Mom is fine. She was just wondering if there's something wrong with the way your dad and I raise children."

Yan Qiao bit her lip. "Not every mistake a child makes can be blamed on their parents. Didn't Yan Yaoyao and Xiao Jing grow up in the same family?"

Song Jing is cheerful and upright; he would never do such a thing.

After understanding the situation, the police left. Old Master Song lowered his head, looking exhausted.

Zhang Shuyun was called a nanny, but after so many years together, he had long treated her as half a family member.

Seeing her like this, it would be a lie to say I wasn't heartbroken.

"Pack your things and leave. Don't make things any more embarrassing."

Zhang Shuyun crawled up to him, crying as she questioned, "How could you be so heartless?"

"I'm just too soft-hearted, that's why I've spoiled you to this day."

The old man didn't want to settle accounts with her one by one; simply letting her leave was already extremely kind.

"It's true that you've served me for so many years, but how many years have you been falsifying accounts, taking several thousand yuan more from me every month for living expenses? Do you really think I didn't know? Zhang Shuyun, I don't care if you're married or not, and I don't care if you have children, because you're just a nanny, not my wife. You absolutely shouldn't use this as a bargaining chip to stir up everyone's emotions, exploit netizens' sympathy, and use their sense of justice to attack my family."

The old man closed his eyes. "You're insatiable. Even if I had ten million and gave you eight million, you still wouldn't be satisfied. You'd only stare at the remaining two million, questioning why I didn't give you the money. Over the years, I've asked myself honestly, I don't owe you anything."

Zhang Shuyun knelt on the ground, tears streaming down her face, lost in thought.

"You know everything..."

When she first came to the Song family, she was very careful and kept track of every penny she spent.

She solemnly promised Grandpa Song, "I will never covet anything that I shouldn't."

When did things start to change?

It was when her gambling ex-husband threatened her with the children to get money.

That month, she falsified the accounts and asked the old man for an extra two thousand yuan.

The old man remained unmoved, without even the slightest suspicion.

At this moment, a part of her resolve wavered.

Once this opening was made, it grew wider and wider, just like her greed.

Her income has grown to the point where she is no longer satisfied with just a few thousand more dollars a month.

She began to plan the house the old man owned in Tongxiang.

Thinking that the old man was gone, the house would belong to her, and naturally, to her son.

Later, she learned that Yan Shu was actually very wealthy and owned many houses in Yancheng.

She started thinking again, where in Tongxiang are houses as valuable as those in Yancheng?

Zhang Shuyun then encouraged the old man to come to Yancheng, where wealth and luxury dazzled him, and he experienced it firsthand.

Yan Qiao's voice woke her up: "Grandma Zhang, my grandfather is soft-hearted towards you, but I am not. I'm giving you one last chance to clarify what happened online and restore my mother's reputation, otherwise I will contact a lawyer to sue you, including your son in the police station, and he can forget about ever getting out again."

Yan Qiao smiled, her face delicate and pretty, but she said something that made Zhang Shuyun's heart skip a beat.

She knew that Yan Qiao was not joking.

For the sake of her only son, Zhang Shuyun had no choice but to awkwardly record a video to explain the rumors circulating online in recent days and to clarify things for Yan Shu.

It was only then that netizens realized that Zhang Shuyun was not the "mother-in-law," but rather the Song family's nanny.

Contrary to online claims that she was "unmarried and destitute her whole life," she was married and has a son.

Taking care of the old man is her duty, as she receives a salary every month.

All those complaints before were just slanders made in anger because she and Yan Shu failed to get the house.

This video generated many times more buzz than the previous reposts by marketing accounts.

Luckily, I was careful and didn't take sides.

[I've already wasted my time; I'll observe and wait before making any moves regarding Yan Qiao in the future.]

[But Yanqiao's family already owns many houses, so what's wrong with giving her one?]

[Since you're so generous with other people's money, why don't you give her your house?]

Yan Qiao's first Weibo post was the one Pei Jingzhan took last time, which only had tens of thousands of likes and wasn't as popular as Zhang Shuyun's video.

She couldn't help but feel melancholy; the courtyard house wasn't appealing enough.

But I never expected the video to be so blurry. The tens of thousands of likes are enough to prove that her fans are true fans.

After the matter was over, Zhang Shuyun took the money and left Yancheng with her son.

Grandpa Song also went back to handle the follow-up matters, planning to come again before the Lunar New Year.

When Yan Qiao saw him off, she was quite reluctant to part with him.

"How about we wait until after the New Year to go back? It's almost Chinese New Year anyway."

The old man smiled and said, "There are only about 10 days left until the New Year. I'll come with your grandma later. Your mom will definitely worry if your grandma comes alone."

After seeing him off at the airport, Yan Qiao turned around and went home.

I ran into Aunt Tang and her family downstairs, but I didn't intend to say hello.

He hadn't taken two steps when someone called out to him.

"Yan Qiao, is your mother home?"

The man speaking was Tang Da Niang's son, Fang Dong, a man who appeared to be a refined and cultured person.

Yan Qiao nodded. "Yes."

Fang Dong smiled somewhat embarrassedly, "I'll bring my mom and Fang Mao to your house to apologize."

Yan Qiao feigned confusion: "What do you mean, 'apologize'?"

Fang Dong said awkwardly, "I heard that my son threw eggs at you last time, and my mother even scolded you. I'm really sorry."

Yan Qiao suddenly realized, "Oh, this happened so long ago. I thought you had all forgotten about it. I had almost forgotten about it myself."

If they were truly sincere in apologizing, why didn't they come to our door sooner?

Surely we didn't just hear about this today?

Fang Dong smiled awkwardly, "I was busy with work the past few days and neglected things at home. I'm really sorry."

Yan Qiao waved her hand, "No need to apologize. Anyway, I heard you're moving away soon. You won't be neighbors anymore, and if we run into each other again, we'll be strangers. We're not going to hold a grudge against strangers."

Fang Dong's expression darkened further when the matter was brought up.

In the same area, you can't rent such a spacious three-bedroom apartment for less than six thousand yuan.

Honestly, Yan Shu was the most agreeable landlord he had ever met.

They were quick and decisive in lowering the rent, and they would also regularly send people to repair the furniture, clean the pipes, and eliminate pests.

Although this house is not in a residential complex, but in an urban village, it is very comfortable and pleasant to live in, almost the same as a residential complex.

Fang Dong had no intention of leaving.