Yan Qiao scoffed, "Were your ancestors cooks? How come you're so good at shifting blame? You say I did this, do you have any proof?"
Pei Jingzhan brushed off non-existent dust from his suit fabric and said calmly, "Why don't we call the police and find out the truth?"
Xi Wen's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly said, "No, no, no need to call the police. Yue Jin made a mistake. Mr. San, please don't mind."
Pei Jingzhan curled his lips and adjusted the mask on his face.
"If someone has been wrongly accused, what should be done?"
The intense pressure almost made Xi Wen's knees buckle.
He quickly smiled apologetically and said, "I apologize, I'm sorry Yan Qiao, Yue Jin and Yan Yao Yao made a mistake, please don't mind."
Pei Jingzhan nodded in satisfaction, then turned to Yan Qiao and asked, "Are you still angry?"
Yan Qiao looked at him blankly, "I wasn't angry in the first place."
Pei Jingzhan remained noncommittal, then asked, "Are you still hungry?"
"I'm not very hungry, and I don't really feel like eating. Shall we go?"
"good."
Pei Jingzhan got up with her, and the two walked out side by side.
Yan Qiao said smugly, "Luckily I didn't listen to you and give you a big red envelope, otherwise we would have lost out. You're bankrupt, you can't be so extravagant."
Pei Jingzhan hummed in agreement, "Luckily, you're thrifty and good at managing the household."
Xi Wen: "..." Even if he goes bankrupt, Pei Jingzhan will never go bankrupt.
Yan Yaoyao looked disdainful. "Yan Qiao is really something. She treats just any Tom, Dick, or Harry as friends. It lowers our standards. Yuejin, don't invite her next time..."
Before he could finish speaking, he received a slap across the face with lightning speed.
Shen Yuejin's face was cold and gloomy. "Who are you to talk nonsense here? You're not even a member of the Shen family. Whether or not to invite someone is none of your business!"
I acted impulsively just now, not only losing face but also potentially offending Pei Jingzhan.
She was both angry and furious, and she vented her anger everywhere, which led to Yan Yaoyao walking right into her trap.
Yan Yaoyao covered her face, tears welling in her eyes, staring at her with a mixture of humiliation and shock, remaining silent for a long time.
...
The day after Shen Yuejin's wedding, Yan Qiao called Xi Luo again.
He immediately guessed that the incident at the wedding was his doing.
Xi Luo yawned, "You don't know, I didn't originally intend to go so far, but Xi Wen's repeated provocations were simply intolerable."
Yan Qiao teased, "Aren't you afraid your third uncle will scold you?"
"It shouldn't be that bad, I've inquired, my third uncle didn't go. But you, I heard you went with a poor and ugly old man?" Xi Luo's voice suddenly grew louder.
Yan Qiao silently tried to turn off the speakerphone, but before she could, she heard Pei Jingzhan scoff.
The coldness of the voice sent a chill down Yan Qiao's spine.
She swallowed hard and withdrew her hand.
"What nonsense are you talking about? He may be a bit poor and a bit old, but he's very good-looking!" Yan Qiao tried to change Xi Luo's impression.
Xi Luo scoffed, "How good-looking can a poor and old man be? Yan Qiao, you told me before that you like mature men, so you mean old men? You have such poor taste, you might as well choose me."
Yan Qiao spat, "He's the cameraman I hired, not my boyfriend. I'm still a student; I can't be in a relationship too early."
Dating is out of the question, but being kept by a sugar daddy is fine.
Yan Qiao often felt disappointed because she couldn't afford to support Pei Jingzhan.
Xi Luo was clearly still unconvinced. "If you prefer older men, you might as well go find my third uncle. He's not only handsome, but also rich!"
Yan Qiao: "I like mature people, but not those who are so mature! Your third uncle is practically half-buried, how can you introduce him to me?"
Xi Luo found these words strange no matter how she listened to them.
With half his body buried, it means Pei Jingzhan could only live to be sixty, which isn't that short-lived, is it?
Before he could explain to Yan Qiao, he saw the email that had just arrived on his computer.
It was a message from his teacher saying that Pei Jingzhan had added several courses for him. When he looked at the schedule, it was completely full from 7 a.m. to 10 p.m.!
A wail came from the phone: "This is going to kill me!"
Before Yan Qiao could ask, Xi Luo hurriedly said, "Yan Qiao, I told you, I have to go to class. Remember, don't be easily fooled by older men!"
The phone went dead, and Yan Qiao looked guiltily at Pei Jingzhan's dark face.
"If I said that's not what he meant, would you believe me?"
Pei Jingzhan curled his lips into a smile, his cold eyes revealing a dangerous glint.
"letter."
But no matter how Yan Qiao looked at his smile, it seemed like he could twist Xi Luo's head off.
A few days later, the day arrived for moving Old Master Yan's grave.
Yuan Mengchun naturally wanted to make a scene, but the matter was already settled in black and white, and no matter how much she tried to change it, it wouldn't be altered.
The belief she had been proud of all her life crumbled at this moment.
Deeply traumatized, she collapsed again, this time in a much worse state than before, and was unable to speak.
The doctor clearly told them, "If the old lady doesn't take good care of herself, she might not be able to be saved if she suffers another shock."
Yan Yaoyao's eyes gleamed. So, Yuan Mengchun has completely fallen this time?
Every time she thought about the last time Yuan Mengchun called the police and accused her of being a thief, she felt a surge of hatred.
“Dad, Grandma’s condition isn’t suitable for staying at home right now. How about we send her to a nursing home?” Yan Yaoyao suggested with a smile.
Yan Yaohui nodded, agreeing with her point.
"Okay, then we'll do as you say."
Yan Yaoyao quickly said, "I know a pretty good sanatorium, but it's a bit far from home, in Yanjiao."
Yan Yaohui is currently overwhelmed with company affairs and has no time to deal with Yuan Mengchun's matters, so he naturally lets her do as she pleases.
"You can arrange it. I'll have your mom transfer some money to you first."
Yan Yaoyao smiled broadly, "Mom and Dad, go ahead and do your work. I'll take care of Grandma's things."
After Yan Yaohui left, Yan Yaoyao looked at Yuan Mengchun struggling on the bed, and her face suddenly turned cold.
"Grandma, you see, your things will be mine sooner or later. Even if you want to call the police, you won't be able to now."
If she had been more sensible, she wouldn't be in this situation today.
Yuan Mengchun writhed and howled on the bed, his pupils wide open, wishing he could tear Yan Yaoyao to pieces.
But she couldn't move and could only let Yan Yaoyao throw her into an unknown sanatorium, where she had no one to turn to for help.
Back home, Yan Yaoyao once again took Yuan Mengchun's things in her hands.
"It will be mine sooner or later, so why bother?"
After hiding her things, she went downstairs to find Chen Lan.
“Mom, a variety show approached me before, and I think this is a good opportunity for our family.”
Chen Lan looked up at her and said, "Your primary task right now is to keep Chen Zhou under control, get married as soon as possible, and worry less about other things."
Yan Yaoyao forced a smile, "I know, just listen to me first."
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