Chapter 4 Yang Xiaoyan

　　The sky was getting brighter. Neighbors who worked the morning shift passed by the corridor and saw Zhou Mo and Yang Xiaoyan huddled at the door. They couldn't help but shake their heads and sigh.

　　But that's all.

　　They have all experienced how powerful Mrs. Wang is in the past few days. Whenever a man says a word to Yang Xiaoyan, no matter old or young, she will be labeled as a adultress by Mrs. Wang.

　　A few aunts couldn't stand it and said a few words on behalf of Yang Xiaoyan. Mrs. Wang poked her nose with her finger and asked her if she wanted to be Yang Xiaoyan's new mother-in-law.

　　Now, people in the entire community will take a detour when they see Mrs. Wang, not wanting to be bitten by this crazy woman.

　　Mrs. Wang doesn't know her image in the eyes of everyone. Of course, even if she knew, she wouldn't care.

　　She only felt that she was so powerful that in just seven days, she was able to "defeat all the invincible opponents in the world!"

　　From now on, she will live in this community with her eldestq son, and all the old men and women in the whole community will have to listen to her from now on! She has the final say whether the East family has parents or the West family has shortcomings! How majestic!

　　The sky is getting brighter and brighter, and the noise upstairs and downstairs is gradually getting louder.

　　Yang Xiaoyan was awakened by the shouts of someone selling breakfast downstairs and knocked on the door again.

　　"Mom, open the door! I'm Xiaoyan!"

　　The door lock clicked and the door opened. An old canvas bag that was half full was thrown out and landed at Yang Xiaoyan's feet.

　　Mrs. Wang and Zhou Qingmin emerged from the door, standing on the left and right in front of the door like door gods.

　　Zhou Mo got in between the two of them and shouted: "Mistress, please open the door. I'm almost suffocated to death. I need to go to the toilet!"

　　Zhou Mo was not the person that Mrs. Wang and Zhou Qingmin wanted to stop, and he was still useful to them, so they turned slightly to let Zhou Mo in.

　　Yang Xiaoyan glanced at the bag at her feet and already believed what Zhou Mo said last night. Before her husband died, he really gave away her home to others. She has no home.

　　But she was so worthless that she couldn't bear to hate him.

　　Maybe, she shouldn't have carried this burden and married far away for him, regardless of her parents' objections.

　　But she really loves him!

　　She loves him so much that she would cut off contact with her parents and marry him.

　　Sweet love, hard life, and the past emerged one by one, eventually turning into two lines of bitter tears.

　　Yang Xiaoyan asked hoarsely and slowly: "Where are Qing Jun's ashes? You didn't take them and scatter them, right? I promised him that I would buy him a cemetery for a good burial."

　　Mrs. Wang and Zhou Qingmin didn't answer her because they suddenly didn't know how to organize their words.

　　Yang Xiaoyan's reaction was very different from what they thought.

　　What Mrs. Wang was thinking was that she would throw the bag out, and then Yang Xiaoyan would ask her what she was doing. When she asked, she would answer: "What? I want you to get out, I want you to get out right now!"

　　Because she has the notarized will in hand, she can drive Yang Xiaoyan away openly and confidently, and she can also make the nosy and gossipy people next to her have nothing to say. How cool!

　　Zhou Qingmin is worthy of being the true son of Mrs. Wang. He thought exactly the same as Mrs. Wang. He said: "What are you talking about ashes? You have to ask us why we threw your things!"

　　Yang Xiaoyan asked again: "Where are the ashes?"

　　Zhou Qingmin stamped his foot, "Mom..."

　　She didn't follow the script and I couldn't find the words.

　　Mrs. Wang puffed up her chest and shouted at the depressed Yang Xiaoyan: "We are going to drive you away..."

　　Because her opponent was not passionate enough, Mrs. Wang's satisfaction was reduced by half, but she still threw out her will and stated the matter completely.

　　Yang Xiaoyan still had the same three words: Where are the ashes?

　　On the other side, Zhou Mo got the spare key under the sink and successfully opened the door to his bedroom when Mrs. Wang loudly announced that she was driving Yang Xiaoyan out.

　　She opened the desk drawer and saw the brown leather bag.

　　She took out the contents of her purse and quickly counted them. Her family's bankbook, forged IOUs, and various documents were all there, as well as an unexpected amount of fifteen hundred yuan in cash.

　　The cash should belong to Mrs. Wang herself.

　　While listening to the movement outside the door, Zhou Mo breathed a sigh of relief after putting all these things into the system backpack.

　　Now, it doesn't matter even if Mrs. Wang and Zhou Qingmin rush in immediately and find that the things are missing.

　　She had experienced their methods in her previous life, which included beating her, punishing her, starving her, and not letting her go to school. They did not dare to beat her to death, because keeping her would allow her mother to continue to give her money.

　　Of course, it would be best if it could not be discovered.

　　Zhou Mo came out of the room quietly, closed the door, picked up the urn and black-and-white photos of Zhou Qingjun on the altar table, got out between Mrs. Wang and Zhou Qingmin, walked to the door, and said, "Mom, My dad's ashes are still there!"

　　Yang Xiaoyan picked up the canvas bag on the ground, carried it on her back, took Zhou Qingjun's urn and black and white photos, and said to Zhou Mo: "Xiao Mo, let's go!"

　　Zhou Mo had just taken two steps when he was grabbed by Zhou Qingmin.

　　Zhou Qingmin grabbed the collar behind Zhou Mo's neck with his right hand and said, "You can go ahead. This little brat is a descendant of our old Zhou family. You can never take her away."

　　A strand of Zhou Mo's long hair was grabbed by Zhou Qingmin along with her collar, causing her scalp to tighten. The stitched wound on the back of her head began to bleed again, dyeing the white gauze wrapped outside red.

　　It hurt, but Zhou Mo gritted her teeth and did not exhale in pain.

　　But Yang Xiaoyan still discovered it.

　　"Let go of Xiaomo!"

　　Zhou Qingmin also saw Zhou Mo bleeding, but he had no intention of letting go.

　　Maybe it was because he didn't play to his fullest before. So at this moment, Zhou Qingmin suddenly wanted to anger Yang Xiaoyan. He simply stretched out his left hand, flicked it vigorously on Zhou Mo's blood-stained gauze, and said: "Don't let go, our old Zhou family's daughter has the final say whether she lives or dies. It's death. She also has to die at our old Zhou's house."

　　Yang Xiaoyan said angrily: "Don't bully others too much!"

　　Zhou Qingmin smiled crookedly and said, "What's wrong with just bullying you? You, an outsider who doesn't even have a family, would you bully someone if you don't bully you? I've always been curious, is your family dead, or do they want you no longer?"

　　Yang Xiaoyan pursed her lips, walked to the corridor, put her husband's urn and black-and-white photos on the wall, put down the canvas bag, picked up a tin trash can at the entrance of the corridor, rushed over in a few steps, and faced Zhou Qingmin. It was a hard knock on the head.

　　Zhou Qingmin only had time to ask, "What do you want to do?" and then all he could say was "Ah, ah, ah."

　　Zhou Qingmin wanted to protect his head with both hands, so he naturally let go of Zhou Mo.

　　Mrs. Wang, who was watching the show from the sidelines, saw that her eldest son had suffered a loss and hurriedly stepped forward to pull Yang Xiaoyan.

　　Yang Xiaoyan took the opportunity to give Mrs. Wang a good beating.

　　Zhou Mo looked at the two people with bruised noses and swollen faces, and looked at Yang Xiaoyan with unfamiliar and admiring eyes.

　　Is her mother such a strong fighter? Then how did she get bullied like that in her previous life?

　　Yang Xiaoyan picked up the canvas bag, urn and black and white photos on the wall, then took Zhou Mo's hand and walked to the stairs step by step.

　　Behind them, Mrs. Wang cried loudly at the half-open doors of the houses next door: "I knew it, I just said that this vixen is not a good person, my Qingjun just doesn't believe it..."

　　"Bang," "bang," "bang!"

　　The neighbors next door closed their doors forcefully.