137: Chapter 137 Mother-in-law and Daughter-in-law Conflict

"Yawn~ It's getting late, I'm going back to sleep."

"Together."

"Let's go, let's go."

"The weather is really nice today, it's just that the air quality is a bit bad."

"Both of them peed, it would be weird if the air was good."

Seeing the older brother leave, the Old Woman turned her attention to them, and the crowd who had enthusiastically come to help immediately laughed and swarmed away from the scene.

It was a pity for the person living across from Unit 3, who now found themselves in a dilemma—neither able to stay nor leave.

Watching the crowd thin out, this person had a flash of inspiration, reached out to grab the person beside them, and said with pleading eyes, "Buddy, can I go to your place for a while? Just for a while."

The person being grabbed replied with an awkward but polite smile, "Brother, there's a tiger at home, you know how it is."

This person quickly let go, "Sorry to bother you."

"Sorry!" The person who had been grabbed quickly ducked into the fire escape.

This person stood there watching everyone leave the 17th floor, when suddenly their back felt cold. Turning around, they saw the Old Woman staring intensely at them. Without hesitation, this person rushed into the fire escape and made their way down to the 16th floor.

They took the elevator from the 16th floor to the first floor, then immediately walked out of the residential area, charged a pack of cigarettes and a lighter at the 24-hour convenience store at the entrance, and then dove into a nearby internet cafe.

They wouldn't go back today even if it killed them.

Back on the 17th floor, after everyone had left, Yan He walked out holding a dust-covered doll, shouting excitedly at the Old Woman, "Mom, Mom, look! There's no ghost under the bed, it's just the Naughty Child's toy."

Just a moment ago, the Old Woman had kicked Yan He, knocking her to the ground, and as Yan He fell, her gaze happened to land under the bed.

To be honest, at first glance, Yan He had also been paralyzed with fear by those glowing green eyes, which was why Yan He hadn't appeared while the Old Woman was fighting everyone at the door for so long.

Her legs simply wouldn't listen to her!

But once Yan He regained her composure, she noticed something odd about the "ghost" under the bed, so she gathered her courage and used a broom to drag the thing out from under the bed, only to discover it was a toy.

But before she could fully share this joy with the Old Woman, the Old Woman once again unleashed her signature move of using both hands and feet, scrambled up, and slapped Yan He across the face, backhand and forehand.

Slap, slap!

"Look at how badly my Good Grandson has been bullied, where were you just now? Why are you so useless? What use are you..."

The Old Woman was firing on all cylinders, pointing at Yan He; she wanted to vent all the pent-up frustration and anger she had accumulated.

However, Yan He was not someone to be pushed around. Although she had been caught off guard and slapped twice by the Old Woman, leaving her dazed and then getting yelled at for no reason, once she regained her senses, she didn't hesitate to grab the Old Woman by the hair, "You old crazy hag, who are you calling a beast..."

The Old Woman didn't hesitate either. Although she was old and lacked the strength of a young person, she had plenty of combat experience. Seeing her hair grabbed by Yan He, she immediately grabbed Yan He's hair in return.

No... she didn't just grab Yan He's hair, she pulled in the opposite direction, and at the same time, her other free hand moved so fast it was a blur, slapping directly at Yan He's face.

Slap!

The slap landed squarely on Yan He's slightly raised face.

But as the saying goes, people who don't share the same family don't enter the same door. Yan He also had a streak of ruthlessness and immediately swung her free hand toward the Old Woman.

But she used a clawing motion.

After a flash of cold light, two clear scratch marks appeared on the Old Woman's face.

"You vicious woman, you're trying to kill me, aren't you? Let me tell you, I've eaten more salt than you've eaten rice, you're still too naive..."

"Heh, Old Witch, stop spouting nonsense, I've had enough of you..."

Amidst the cursing, both women unleashed their signature moves, and soon they were disheveled, with messy hair...

How should I put it?

The fight was intense, but unfortunately, there were no spectators.

No... there was one spectator on the scene—the Naughty Child.

However, the Naughty Child had long been so scared by this scene that he didn't even dare to cry.

Likewise, although there was only one spectator on the scene, there were plenty of listeners.

Many people pressed their ears against their doors, just hoping to soothe their restless hearts and their idle hands.

"Holy crap! They're having an internal conflict!"

"It's so intense. Oh! It's a pity I can't see it."

"The screaming is so miserable, they are really going for the kill!" Then they sighed to the person beside them, "Tsk tsk, they are so ruthless even to their own people, can't mess with them, really can't mess with them."

"Isn't that right! If you ask me, the owner of Unit 3 has had enough too, actually renting the house to such disasters, isn't this just pure trouble for us!"

"Yesterday someone contacted the owner of Unit 3, telling him to drive this group of disasters away. I wonder how that's progressing?"

...

It wasn't until someone couldn't stand it anymore and called the police, and the police arrived at the scene and persuaded the whole family to go to the hospital, that the commotion moved from reality to the internet.

The residents' group chat reached 99+ unread messages in just a few moments.

One can only say tonight was another sleepless night.

And it continued into the next day.

When the sunlight pierced through the clouds and sprinkled onto the earth, the Old Woman, who had chosen to spend the night at the hospital out of fear of the "ghost" in the rental, was the first to open the car door and step out of the taxi.

Immediately after, a man and a woman, plus a child being carried, got out of the taxi while cursing.

The man was none other than Yan Hes Husband, who had been "working" away. After receiving Yan He's call yesterday, he had traveled overnight to return.

The taxi driver watched the four of them march into the residential area gate with high spirits, spat several times, and then, while greeting their whole family, shifted gears and slammed on the gas, leaving the North Gate of Jingjiang Donghu Garden Residential Area.

He was also unlucky; having just survived the long night, finally making it to the morning when business picked up, only for his second fare to be Yan He's family.

That Old Woman's mouth was truly formidable; she hadn't stopped since getting in the car, scolding this person and then that person, and even had the energy to spare a few words for the driver.

"Did you take a detour?"

"You could have clearly taken that road, why did you take this one? This one has one more turn than that one, do you think I don't know?"

The driver: "This road? That road? Which road is it exactly?"

However, seeing the Old Woman's appearance, he knew she was not someone to be trifled with. Considering that arguing would waste precious time for making money, and thinking of his hungry children at home, he endured it.

In the end, when they reached the destination, the Old Woman insisted he had taken a detour. The fare was 17.5 yuan, but she only gave him 14 yuan. The driver...

Fine! Although he had countless expletives he wanted to say to the Old Woman, he endured it.

No choice! The adult world is just that helpless.

Meanwhile, on the other side, the Old Woman, having gotten out of the car like a victorious hen, held her head high and strode toward Building 2, not sparing a glance at the taxi.

For her, the incident with the taxi was just a small interlude to warm up; the real battle was on the 2nd floor. The person she really needed to fight was the man from yesterday who had injured her Good Grandson and not only refused to take him to the hospital but also dared to spit at her, as well as those who just watched the fun yesterday without offering a helping hand.

She would find them all one by one and make them pay the price they deserved.

Her son had returned.

She was no longer a pitiful Old Woman without any help.

Thinking of her son behind her, the Old Woman raised her head a few more inches.

Soon, the group of four walked into Building 2. After stepping into the elevator, the Old Woman immediately said sternly, "Yan Hes Husband, let's go home first to put our things away, and then we'll go knock on every door."

Saying this, the Old Woman looked with heartache at the Naughty Child snuggled in the arms of Yan Hes Husband, with gauze wrapped around his head, "Look at what they've done to my Good Grandson, they must pay compensation."

The eyes of Yan Hes Husband gleamed, he rubbed his hands together, bared his large, yellow, bad-smelling teeth, and said in a fierce tone, "Mom, don't you worry, I'll take something with me in a moment; even if they don't want to pay, they'll have to."

The Old Woman nodded with satisfaction, then glared fiercely at the bruised Yan He, thinking to herself, "As expected, one's own flesh and blood is more reliable."

Yan He glared back at the equally bruised Old Woman. Just from the fact that the man was holding the child, one could tell she was not a pushover, and she cursed in her heart as well, "Stop the damn armchair talk, if you're so capable, go do it yourself..."

With a "ding," they arrived at the 17th floor. The elevator door opened, but when they turned the corner and saw the wide-open door of Unit 3, as well as the corridor piled high with various woven bags, the four of them were stunned.

Was the house robbed?

But looking at the neatly stacked woven bags, it didn't feel like it; it felt more like someone wanted to drive them out.

The Old Woman, recovering from her shock, immediately put her hands on her hips and shouted, "Who did this?"

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