Upon hearing Guan Wenru's words, Zhang Jiajun and Ye Xiangying immediately became anxious.
The two men stared at her incredulously, then scolded her angrily, "How can you talk like that? How can you be so cold-blooded and heartless? That's your own grandfather! How can you bear to see him homeless?"
Guan Wenru remained expressionless, as if she hadn't heard anything. She offered no explanation or rebuttal, and slowly walked out arm in arm with Guan Wanxin.
Perhaps to let Guan Wenru handle these situations on her own, Guan Wanxin patted her head encouragingly.
Guan Wenru smiled at her, then walked over to Zhang Jiajun, Ye Xiangying, and the others.
Ye Xiangying still wanted to use her status as an aunt to pressure her, "Wenru, I heard... it was your idea to kick your grandfather out of the house. How could you do such a thing? You are so unfilial. People will talk about you behind your back!"
"Your family's gate?" Guan Wenru's face was full of sarcasm. "Excuse me, which gate here... belongs to your Zhang family?"
Standing to the side, Zhang Zhibo seemed unable to hold back any longer and confronted Guan Wenru, "Guan Wenru, don't go too far. How is this not my home? We've lived here for decades!"
Upon hearing this voice, Guan Wenru looked over at him.
Zhang Zhibo is the son of Zhang Jiajun and Ye Xiangying, and he is only 14 years old this year.
The girl standing next to Zhang Zhibo is his older sister, Zhang Aili.
In her past life, these two siblings tried to get close to her after returning from abroad.
Knowing that she had no children, they wanted to use the so-called blood relationship to make her transfer her assets to the Zhang family.
Perhaps because her grandmother, parents, and younger brother had all passed away, she still longed for family affection.
So when the two men brought their grandchildren back to China to get close to her, she understood their intentions perfectly well, but she didn't refuse.
She maintains good contact with them.
During holidays and festivals, they would bring their families to the courtyard to have a meal with her.
She is indeed wealthy and generous, and she prepares many valuable items for their grandchildren.
Unfortunately, these people are too impatient.
After only a few interactions with her, she started making exorbitant demands.
One minute he'd ask her for Song Dynasty antique paintings and calligraphy, the next he'd beg her for gold and silver jewelry.
They even wanted to register the courtyard house under her name under the Zhang family's name.
He even suggested moving into a courtyard house and living with her.
They called it... to make it easier to take care of her.
Their eagerness annoyed her, so she gradually stopped wanting to associate with them.
In order to obtain her property, they would still shamelessly go to the courtyard house during holidays.
This is probably why Han Xiangdong and Han Fengjiao were so eager to get a courtyard house.
The two siblings in the Han family are probably worried that she will give her assets to the Zhang family, who are related to her by blood.
Images from her past life flashed before her eyes. After regaining her senses, Guan Wenru walked step by step to Zhang Zhibo.
Zhang Zhibo, though small, was incredibly bold. Completely unaware of what was about to happen, he simply glared at her defiantly, "Give us back our house keys, or else..."
Before he could even come up with a threatening word, Guan Wenru narrowed her eyes, raised her hand, and slapped him hard across the face.
"Oh my god!"
"Ouch!"
"Guan Wenru, what are you doing!"
This slap immediately threw the scene into chaos.
Zhang Zhibo is the Zhang family's precious darling.
Normally, everyone would gently coax him.
Upon witnessing Zhang Zhibo being beaten, both Zhang Dakai and Liu Shuzhen, who were his grandparents, and Zhang Jiajun and Ye Xiangying, who were his parents, went completely mad.
They didn't care about their image and rushed over.
Guan Hongqi looked anxious as he saw them swarming forward.
Like a little man, he rushed forward before them and protected Guan Wenru behind him.
He muttered under his breath, "Sis, if you want to slap him... just tell me, why get your hands dirty?"
Guan Wenru's eyebrows curved into a smile.
Her brother is just so wonderful!
If he were still alive in her past life, she wouldn't have been bullied by those people.
In this life, she is determined to ensure her younger brother lives a good life.
Zhang Dakai and others carefully examined Zhang Zhibo's condition.
Seeing the obvious handprint on Zhang Zhibo's face, Zhang Dakai's facial muscles tightened. "Guan Wenru, how could you hit your brother? You...you really have no manners at all. Is this how Guan Wanxin raised you?"
Guan Wanxin sneered, "How I raised my granddaughter is none of your business!"
Zhang Dakai had other plans in mind. He glanced at Guan Wanxin but dared not say anything.
Unable to vent his anger, he decided to take it out on the younger generation, such as Guan Yuanxiu.
He glared at Guan Yuanxiu, "Is this how you raise children? Look at how lawless she is! No wonder she was kicked out of her new home yesterday after getting married. What family would dare to marry a woman like her?"
"!!" A fierce glint instantly rose in Guan Wanxin's eyes, her tone icy cold, "What kind of woman is my granddaughter? She is virtuous, gentle, intelligent, and exceptionally outstanding! You, a heartless and treacherous scoundrel, are not even qualified to say a bad word about her!"
As more and more people gathered around, Liu Shuzhen wiped away her tears. "Elder sister, I know you've looked down on me all these years, but... but the master is still Yuanxiu's father, Wenru and Hongqi's grandfather. How can they be so disrespectful and unfilial?"
Guan Wanxin sneered, "At your age, can't you change your ways from the red-light district? Liu Shuzhen, how dare a shameless dancer like you criticize my child?"
The word 'dancer'... caused the expressions of the Zhang family and Liu Shuzhen to freeze instantly.
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