Seeing Yi Qingmeng looking this way, the old woman turned and ran away.
"Stop right there! Why are you here?" Yi Qingmeng was startled and quickly chased after him.
It's often said that grandparents are especially fond of their grandchildren, and under normal circumstances, a grandmother would definitely dote on her granddaughter.
But this old woman was different; she coveted Yi Qingmeng's family fortune and wanted to give the eldest son's fortune to her second son.
Ye Xingchen blocked the old woman's path, and no matter how nimble her legs were, she couldn't outrun a young man.
"What are you doing here?" Yi Qingmeng glared angrily at the old woman.
"I'm here to pick up my granddaughter, so what?" Seeing that she couldn't avoid it, the old woman said fiercely, "Yi Qingmeng, let me tell you, our business isn't over yet."
“As long as I live, I will fight you to the death. Either you hand over the inheritance left by your father, or I will kidnap your sister and sell her to the mountains.”
"Why are you so vicious? Zhenzhen has just recovered from her illness, and for the sake of your youngest son, you're going to drive us two sisters to our deaths?" Yi Qingmeng was furious.
She couldn't understand why there could be such a vicious old woman in the world. This was her and Zhenzhen's grandmother! This old woman was always eyeing the family property left by her parents. What was she trying to do?
“I’m just that vicious. You and that little brat are both women, and you’ll get married sooner or later. What your father left behind belongs to the Yi family.” The old woman screamed incessantly, “If you don’t give me the property your father left behind, I’ll sell your sister to the mountains sooner or later.”
"If it weren't for her age, I would really slap her across the face." Ye Xingchen said, gnashing his teeth in anger.
Honestly, it's unique among the elderly in China to act so arrogantly and throw tantrums in public.
It's no wonder that in recent years, the fine tradition of respecting the elderly and caring for the young in China has declined far compared to previous years. This is because some elderly people in recent years have seriously lowered the overall quality of the elderly.
Of course, not all elderly people are like this, but if you encounter one, you can't escape the connection.
"Hit me? Go ahead and hit me if you dare. Come on, try slapping me here." The old woman slapped her own face, making a loud slapping sound.
Her actions quickly attracted a large crowd of onlookers, and seeing the large number of people, the old lady became even more enthusiastic.
She waved her arms exaggeratedly through the crowd, shouting, "Come on, everyone, be the judge! This brat is hogging her father's property and won't give it to this old woman like me. Tell me, is there any justice in this world?"
"Why should her father's assets be given to you?" someone in the crowd questioned.
“Because she’s a girl. Even if she has the right to inherit, she will eventually get married.” The old lady said righteously, “If she gets married, won’t her family property benefit someone else? I have another son, and my son should inherit my eldest son’s family property.”
"Oh, so you're using your eldest son's inheritance to subsidize your youngest son?" All the onlookers immediately understood and lost their sympathy for the old woman.
“What’s wrong with that? It’s only right that I take my son’s inheritance. If I leave what I took to my younger son, is there a problem with that?” the old woman said matter-of-factly.
"And you, Yi Qingmeng, I just said, if you don't give me the things, I'll sell your sister to the mountains so you'll never see her again." The old woman stood with her hands on her hips, her tone menacing. "I'll be here guarding her every day. Sooner or later you'll lose focus, and then, hmph..."
This old woman, relying on her age, was completely unaware that her behavior had aroused public outrage.
She was unaware that in the internet age, even old people can be subjected to cyberbullying.
Her words immediately provoked the anger of all the onlookers.
"How outrageous! This old woman is threatening to sell her own granddaughter to force her to hand over her inheritance?"
"This inheritance was left by someone else's parents, what does it have to do with her?"
"Human trafficking should be reported to the police."
"Yes, this kind of person should be exposed online so that everyone can condemn her."
Bystanders pulled out their phones to condemn and expose the old woman. The old woman, unaware of the power of keyboard warriors, cursed at everyone in front of the camera, not knowing that her face was being recorded.
"Alright, this farce should end now." Ye Xingchen made a few phone calls and sneered, "As for the inheritance, of course there isn't one. If you keep making a scene like this, don't blame me for being impolite."
"You're being rude to me? Tell me, how exactly are you being rude? I'm an old woman, I don't believe you can do anything to me." The old woman puffed out her chest: "Hit me then, come and hit me if you dare."
If it were a young person, Ye Xingchen would have slapped them across the face long ago. However, the other party was an old woman who didn't have many days left to live, so Ye Xingchen was too lazy to bother with someone like her.
Of course, he wouldn't let her have an easy time either. Whoever she came here for, Ye Xingchen would make sure they suffered.
"Why don't you call your son and ask him what he's doing right now?" Ye Xingchen said, looking at the old woman with a hint of sympathy.
Her eldest son is gone, and her youngest son is good for nothing. Now, it's because she, as the mother, is too domineering that her youngest son is being brutally beaten.
"What do you mean?" The old woman was stunned.
"I had someone warn your son that if he dares to cause trouble for Qingmeng again, I'll have his legs broken," Ye Xingchen said with a smile. "He's already under control now, so I don't know whether his legs will be broken or what." Ye Xingchen chuckled and said, "Anyway, you'll find out for yourself by contacting them."
"You bastard, how dare you touch my son? I'll fight you to the death!" The old woman exploded, screaming, "If you have a problem, come at me! Let go of my son!"
“I’m not targeting you, you’re too old,” Ye Xingchen said sympathetically. “You only have three to five more years to live, not much time left. Besides, respecting the elderly and caring for the young is a traditional Chinese virtue, so I won’t touch you. But your son is young, I’ll beat him up.”
"You bastard, you bastard!" The old woman panicked. She quickly took out her phone to contact her son, but couldn't get through for a long time.
"Stop for a second, let that kid answer the phone." Ye Xingchen contacted Zhou Kunsheng's people.
A moment later, the old woman received a call from Yi Qiang.
"Son, where are you? What's wrong?" The old woman asked anxiously as soon as she answered the phone, "What are they doing to you? Tell me!"
"Mom..." After a long while, Yi Qiang's sobbing voice finally came from the other end: "Don't cause trouble for Qingmeng and Zhenzhen anymore. I don't want my brother's inheritance. Please come back quickly, or I'll be beaten to death..."
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