A tooth stained with blood appeared before Xu Zhuohua's eyes.

Xu Zhuohua has always been someone who doesn't advocate for resolving problems with violence, but now she feels that only her fists can quell the anger in her heart.

How could anyone, with the intention of manipulating a girl, say that she has no shame?

Cheng Muyun's punches landed with great restraint, preventing the old woman from fainting.

Cheng Muyun only stopped when the old woman was no longer recognizable as a human.

Xu Zhuohua looked at the bruised and swollen face, but her anger did not subside in the slightest.

Cheng Muyun suddenly grabbed the nanny's arm and pulled her off the bed, dragging her out like a piece of trash.

Xu Zhuohua caught up with him, "Cheng Muyun..."

The man stopped and stood at the doorway. Outside, the rain was pouring down harder and harder, the dense curtain of rain seeming to overturn the world. The roaring rain and the deafening thunderclaps assaulted Xu Zhuohua's heart.

"I'm going to find the old man and get to the bottom of this!" His voice was loud, filled with anger, like a raging furnace that had just been filled with fresh coals, suddenly bursting into flames.

Cheng Muyun dragged the old woman into the rain.

He dragged someone along in the rain as if it were an extremely easy thing. The water was deep underfoot, and Xu Zhuohua followed behind him, stumbling along, gradually falling behind.

When Xu Zhuohua arrived at the old man's courtyard gate, the two were already facing off.

As if he had been waiting for Cheng Muyun, the old man sat on the armchair under the eaves, coldly watching Cheng Muyun, who was soaked to the bone in the rain.

The man was soaked to the bone; his military overcoat, saturated with water, pressed down on his shoulders as if to crush them.

He raised his hand, pulled the dazed old woman up, and then threw her to the ground.

"You tell her to tell Wenjun those things."

Old Master Cheng didn't find it shady at all; in fact, he curled his lips into a smile and savored the moment.

"The things Wenjun did, if she marries into the Liang family and people find out she was unchaste, it will ruin her reputation. I'm just reminding this silly child."

Xu Zhuohua clung to the door frame, nearly falling over.

Old Master Cheng's attitude was extremely arrogant! Extremely despicable! Extremely hateful!

He knew perfectly well that what he was doing to Cheng Wenyun was clearly meant to ruin her.

At the same time, she understood that what the old woman said was clearly meant to cut off her way out.

Cheng Muyun stood there, letting the rain wash over his eyes. He wished he had misheard those words.

"Didn't you think about what Wenjun would do if she found out? What would we think if we found out?" He roared, his voice hoarse, the broken words quickly drowned out by the sound of rain.

Grandpa Cheng still seemed unconcerned. "Wenjun? I know. Cry for a few days, obediently go back to the old house, sever ties with the Liang family, and tell everyone that she is not old enough yet, drag it out for a few years."

Xu Zhuohua felt nauseous. This old scoundrel actually wanted Cheng Wenjun to go back to the old house to "serve" him.

"As for what you think, I'm already so old, it doesn't matter to me anymore. Compared to Wenjun's delicate and lovely appearance, what are you? Do you dare to make this public?"

"Disgusting! Shameless! You old bastard!" Xu Zhuohua could no longer hold back and rushed to the corridor, shoving Old Master Cheng to the ground.

She naturally failed; a servant supported the armchair behind Old Master Cheng.

Grandpa Cheng steadied himself and looked at Xu Zhuohua. "Hmph, you dare to push me? Disrespecting your elders! Aren't you afraid of being gossiped about behind your back?"

Xu Zhuohua was so angry that she laughed and kicked the armchair.

"Go ahead and say whatever you want, you might as well publish this in the newspaper. Threatening me with something I don't care about at all, sorry, you miscalculated. You still dare to call yourself an elder? What kind of elder would lay hands on a young and ignorant granddaughter? If you can't control your lower half, I don't mind helping you!"

Such outrageous and astonishing words came out of Xu Zhuohua's mouth as if he didn't think anything of it.

But the person who heard it, Old Master Cheng, stared wide-eyed like a bull, raising his trembling hand to point at Xu Zhuohua.

"You...you ignorant fool..."

Cheng Muyun immediately stepped in front of Xu Zhuohua, protecting her behind him.

"Wen Yun hanged herself."

Grandpa Cheng opened his mouth in surprise, "What!"

Cheng Muyun repeated: "Wen Yun. She hanged herself."

Grandpa Cheng went into a frenzy. He couldn't believe Cheng Muyun's words. He stood up, supporting himself on the armrest of the chair, and grabbed Cheng Muyun's soaked clothes. "What did you say?"

The man's eyes were bloodshot, his throat bobbing violently as he forced back a bitter sob into his chest. "Are you satisfied now? Wenyun is dead! She committed suicide! Are you satisfied now? You killed her!"

"Impossible!" Old Master Cheng took off his cane, jumped down the steps, and ran to the old woman's side.

He grabbed the old woman by the collar, and when he saw her disfigured face, he paused for a moment, then asked, "What did you say to Wenjun?"

The old woman stammered, "It was all... taught to me by the master..."

"Didn't you tell her to go back to the old house? Go back to the old house! Not to tell her to commit suicide!"

As Old Master Cheng shook her violently, rainwater poured into the nanny's mouth, and she coughed up a mouthful of blood: "Cough cough... I said, as long as Miss goes back to the old house and is treated the same as before, she can wait a few years before marrying into the Liang family. I've already said that."

Grandpa Cheng stared blankly at the nanny.

He thought Cheng Wenyun was soft-hearted and timid, and even if she found out, she would only cry for a few days.

I never expected Cheng Wenyun to be so fierce now.

Grandpa Cheng turned to look at Xu Zhuohua standing under the eaves, as if he wanted to devour her, and said viciously, "It was you! You taught Wenyun! Wenyun was clearly a gentle girl, she learned it all from you, you killed Wenyun!"

Xu Zhuohua wasn't about to accept this smear!

She just wanted to kick back.

“I’m not the one who does things improperly! You’re scared, you dare to do it but not to admit it! Who killed Wenjun? It was you!”

Grandpa Cheng seemed to have all his strength drained away, collapsing into the rain, his eyes blankly staring at the dark rain curtain, muttering, "Impossible... Wenjun isn't dead... Impossible!"

Cheng Muyun took Xu Zhuohua's hand, opened an umbrella, and slowly walked to Old Master Cheng, looking down at him.

"You are the murderer!"

The words carried a threatening undertone, and Xu Zhuohua's heart tightened.

Grandpa Cheng raised his aged face, looked at Cheng Muyun, slowly curled his lips into a smug smile, and said, "What, you want to judge me? Who are you? Look carefully at who I am?"

Cheng Muyun sneered, frowned at Old Master Cheng, and said coldly, "For the sake of Wenyun's reputation, I can't do anything to you. Your skin is already unbelievably thick, so of course you won't feel any remorse."

He paused, lowered his eyes, and unleashed a murderous intent in them. "You will pay the price!"