Wen Yulong didn't dare to go see Wen Yiran, for he was afraid that he would be beaten to death by Wen Yiran. Wen Yulong knew very well how scary Wen Yiran could be when he was furious.
"Third brother, let's go!" Wen Yuxiang couldn't help but secretly shake his head when he saw Wen Yulong's expression. "Big brother is really not the same big brother he used to be. He has no sense of responsibility at all." No wonder Dad would rather let him take charge of the position of head of the family for a few years than let Big Brother take over.
Wen Yulun glanced at Wen Yulong with disappointment, then followed Wen Yuxiang upstairs. The dead were gone! They should have taken care of Feng Xueying's afterlife sooner rather than later.
Wang Qiuyan and Zhu Xiaoru sat on the sofa, each holding their daughters, Wen Ziling and Wen Jing, who sat beside them, their heads lowered in silence. At this moment, Wang Qiuyan and Zhu Xiaoru couldn't say anything. Calling Wen Ziyun rude? His uncle was sitting nearby! Wen Yulong wasn't a big shot; it was best for him to discipline his sons himself.
Wang Qiuyan, in particular, was shaking as she pulled Wen Ziling's hand. She could never have imagined that Wen Ziyun would do such a cruel thing.
Last time, Wen Ziling mentioned in public that Wen Ziyun broke into Wen Yiran and his friends' room and stole money, but unfortunately it failed to arouse Wen Yiran and his friends' vigilance. Otherwise, today's tragedy might not have happened.
This morning, Wen Ziyun broke into Wen Yiran's room again to steal money and was caught red-handed by Feng Xueying who was walking home.
"You evil creature, how could you do that to Wen Ziyun? You disappoint me so much!" Feng Xueying felt heartbroken as she looked at the messy room turned upside down by Wen Ziyun.
After the last theft, Wen Ziling said she saw Wen Ziyun enter Feng Xueying's room. For Wen Ziyun's self-esteem, Feng Xueying stopped Wen Yiran from seeking revenge. Feng Xueying always thought Wen Ziyun was well-behaved, and it was only her fault that the drawer where she kept her money was unlocked, which allowed the child to take advantage of the opportunity.
From then on, Feng Xueying locked her drawer. But a lock is only good for keeping out the good, not the bad. When Feng Xueying entered the room, she saw that the small lock on the drawer had been opened by Wen Ziyun using pliers. Naturally, Wen Ziyun had also pocketed the money inside.
When did Wen Ziyun become like this? Is it true that like mother, like child? Feng Xueying felt a little sad.
"Ziyun, what do you want the money for? Your mother's in jail, and we send her gifts every month." Feng Xueying assumed Wen Ziyun was taking the money to visit Wu Xiuli, who was still serving her sentence in prison. If that was the reason, Feng Xueying found it understandable. After all, she was her biological mother, and Wen Ziyun knew how to be filial and wasn't such a bad person.
"Grandma, I'm useful. My mom is not well fed and clothed in there. Yes, yes, and my uncle too. They are almost out of food. Grandma, please lend me some more money. Five thousand, no, two thousand will be enough." After being discovered by Feng Xueying, Wen Ziyun was panicked at first. After hearing what Feng Xueying said, Wen Ziyun calmed down and lied without changing his expression.
"Two thousand?" Feng Xueying gasped. Even though Feng Xueying had never been short of money, she knew that two thousand yuan was not a small amount. Her husband, Wen, only earned a little over three hundred yuan a month!
"Yes, two thousand, grandma, please, I'll die without money." Wen Ziyun shuddered, remembering the unpleasant feeling he'd felt after going without cigarettes a few days ago. Last night, Wen Ziyun met a seller named "Seal," who said he had a batch of "powder" for sale at a low price. So, Wen Ziyun took a risk, waiting for Feng Xueying to go out for a walk, then ran into the room to look for the money. Unexpectedly, Feng Xueying was much more shrewd, and it took Wen Ziyun some effort to open the locked drawer. There wasn't much money inside, so he started searching everywhere.
Wen Ziyun remembered that Feng Xueying had some gold and silver jewelry in the room, but unfortunately, he had just found a drawer with a secret lock, but before he could open it, Feng Xueying came back.
"Ziyun, isn't today your last day of the college entrance examination? It's already ten o'clock, why are you still at home?" Feng Xueying always felt that something was wrong. In a flash, she remembered Wen Ziyun's identity as a candidate and couldn't help but exclaimed.
"What's the point of taking the exam! Why should I study when I'm almost dead?" Wen Ziyun curled his lips and muttered.
"What did you say?" Feng Xueying didn't hear Wen Ziyun's words clearly, so she couldn't help but ask.
"Grandma, give me the money quickly." Wen Ziyun had grown impatient with Feng Xueying's rambling. After he got the money, he still had to find someone to buy the "cigarettes"! What if he was too late and someone else bought the "Seal" goods? His cousin was such a rip-off, always overcharging him.
"No. Two thousand yuan, do you think it's twenty?" Feng Xueying scolded, but one hand involuntarily covered her left pocket.
The key to the hidden-lock drawer that Wen Ziyun had just found was in Feng Xueying's pocket. This drawer was quite hidden, in Feng Xueying's wardrobe, and she also kept some of her less valuable jewelry in it.
"Old man! If you don't accept my toast, don't blame me. Since you don't know what's best for you, don't blame me." Wen Ziyun saw Feng Xueying's actions and knew that Feng Xueying had something he wanted in her pocket. Wen Ziyun rushed forward and tried to grab the key from Feng Xueying's pocket.
Wen Ziqing was an eighteen-year-old boy. Although his health had been weakened by several months of drug abuse, his strength was no match for Feng Xueying, a woman in her sixties. Furthermore, Feng Xueying had been under He Jingjing's spell a few years earlier, leaving her with a weakened body.
Seeing Wen Ziyun's vicious look, Feng Xueying was frightened and couldn't help but shout loudly: "What do you want? Let go quickly! Someone come! Someone come!"
"Old thing, get away from here!" After Wen Ziyun snatched the key from Feng Xueying's pocket, he pushed her out and went to open the drawer with the key.
There was a thousand yuan in Feng Xueying's drawer, as well as some gold rings, gold necklaces, etc. When Wen Ziyun saw it, his eyes lit up. He didn't even look at Feng Xueying who fell to the ground. He stuffed all the valuables in the drawer into his pocket and left.
Feng Xueying's loud cry alarmed Wang Ma in the kitchen. When Wang Ma rushed to Feng Xueying's room, she just saw Wen Ziyun rushing out of the door, while Feng Xueying fell to the ground motionless.
Feng Xueying hit her head on the corner of the table and died on the spot.
Mother Wang was so frightened that she was in a panic. She didn't dare to move Feng Xueying, so she had to call an ambulance and also called Wen Yiran and the others.
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