"Who are you? We don’t even know you!" Lin Fan’s eyebrows furrowed in disgust as he forcefully pulled his arm away from Zhang ili’s filthy hand.
Yuan Youwei smirked and deliberately raised her voice. "I-I’m Zhang ili! I’m Su ngqing’s mom!"
Sobbing hysterically, Zhang ili tried to grab the leg of Lin Fan’s crisp, tailored trousers. However, before she could get close, Mrs. Xue stepped in her way with a cold expression.
"Didn’t you just say you weren’t Zhang ili?"
Lin Fan glanced down at the two greasy handprints on his trousers, feeling a pang of annoyance. Yuan Youwei had this suit custom-made for . It’s ruined after only one day.
"I... I... my dear son-in-law, you can’t be like those heartless beasts and abandon your own mother!" Zhang ili’s plump body trembled, her face flushing crimson as she began to wail even louder and more pitifully.
"That’s enough," Lin Fan cut her off, his expression growing icy. "I’ve already divorced Su ngqing. There’s nothing between us anymore."
He was so angry he could only laugh. She used to find fault with everything, nitpicking constantly. She was always pushing Su ngqing to divorce . Worse, she was an ungrateful wretch who had completely ignored my mother, Lin Suxin, turning a blind eye to whether she lived or died. Now, she’s finally been abandoned by everyone, reduced to a beggar fighting for scraps on the street. And ridiculously, she has the nerve to call herself ’Mom’? The audacity! Where does she get the gall? She’s utterly shaless!
Ignoring Zhang ili’s desperate, pleading gaze, Lin Fan turned to the small crowd that had gathered. "Don’t look at . If you want to hit her, go ahead. She deserves it even if you beat her to death." With that, he glanced at the onlookers with their mixed expressions before turning to leave.
"No, don’t go! Please don’t abandon ! Lin Fan, I was wrong! I’m not human! I, Zhang ili, am an ungrateful wretch, an old beast!"
THUD!
The expression on Zhang ili’s fat face changed dramatically. She scrambled to her feet and dropped to her knees, facing Lin Fan’s departing back. She began banging her head frantically on the pavent, wailing with regret. As if afraid Lin Fan’s anger wasn’t appeased, she lifted her swollen forehead and began slapping her own face with both hands, hitting herself with incredible force.
"What’s going on?" one bystander whispered. "Isn’t she that young man’s mother-in-law? Why is she kneeling and kowtowing to her son-in-law?"
"What’s so strange about that? Didn’t you see them get out of that black Bentley? She probably saw that her son-in-law is rich now and wants to suck up to him."
"Hmph, showing up looking like a beggar... If it were , I wouldn’t acknowledge such a filthy mother-in-law in public either!"
The surrounding crowd pointed and gossiped, their gazes filled with disgust and contempt. Zhang ili’s eyes burned with humiliation and grief, her face a fiery red, though it was hard to tell if it was from the slaps or from the unbearable sha.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Her hands never stopped. In just a mont, she had slapped her own fat face until her mouth and nose were bleeding and it was swollen like a pig’s head.
"Lin Fan, my good son-in-law, I truly know I was wrong! I’ll kowtow to your mother in apology! I deserve to be beaten, I deserve to die! Please, please have rcy on !"
While still slapping herself, Zhang ili crawled on her knees to block the black Bentley’s path.
"I can’t lose you again! That beast, Su ngqing, was tricked by so blue-haired woman who appeared out of nowhere! She only said a few words and completely bewitched Su ngqing into thinking I was a burden holding back her future! She even wanted to strangle to death! Luckily, I was clever and played dead to survive. Now I’m holess and wandering the streets! This must be my just deserts!"
The more she spoke, the more tragically she cried, her tears carving clean streaks down her disheveled, filthy cheeks.
"...So now you admit you were wrong? Where were you before?" Lin Fan stared coldly at the sobbing woman from inside the car, his gaze like he was looking at a corpse. "If you had visited my mother even once while she was in the hospital, I might have found it in my heart to forgive you."
"Ignore her," he commanded Mrs. Xue. "Drive."
Mrs. Xue remained silent, her expression just as icy as she started the car without hesitation. The engine roared to life, and two powerful beams from the headlights cut through the darkness, shining right in Zhang ili’s eyes and forcing her to squint and stumble out of the way.
"No, don’t go! Don’t abandon ! Lin Fan, whatever you want, I... I’ll agree to anything!" Zhang ili scrambled forward again, desperately clinging to the window as it began to roll up. She jogged alongside the moving car, pleading with him.
"Fine," Lin Fan said, suppressing his rage as he pushed the car door open. "Get in. Go to my mother’s grave and kneel for three days and three nights. If you do that, I’ll give you a chance to live."
The blue-haired woman who convinced Su ngqing to commit matricide must be Iguchi Tama. Clearly, with Chen Heihu dead and Wen Zheyang being useless and incompetent, not to ntion Wang Tianchuan and the others defecting at the crucial mont, my enemies are desperate to prop up a new pawn to compete for the high-quality dicinal materials in the Southwest provinces. Otherwise, the renowned Iguchi Pharmaceutical Group from the Sakura Country would find itself in the awkward position of a brilliant chef with no ingredients. Without a doubt, Su ngqing, who is at the end of her rope, is the perfect candidate. And keeping Zhang ili under my thumb could be useful later...
"What, you’re not willing?" Seeing Zhang ili hesitate, Lin Fan’s lips twisted into a self-mocking sneer. He shook his head and reached to pull the door shut. "Fine, then wait for those guys to beat the shit out of you."
"No, I’m willing! I’m a hundred percent willing!" Her plump body shuddered, and she scrambled to block the door, her smile more hideous than a grimace.
"Tsk, tsk, you’re disgusting," Yuan Youwei said, pinching her nose as Zhang ili squeezed into the car. "You were once the mistress of the Su Family. How did you end up in this state?"
A foul stench imdiately filled the vehicle. Yuan Youwei recoiled in disgust, while Mrs. Xue in the driver’s seat hurriedly opened all the windows, afraid she might suffocate.
Lin Fan tossed the group of people five hundred yuan as compensation for the trouble Zhang ili had caused. Ignoring their dissatisfied expressions, he had Mrs. Xue drive to a small supermarket down the road. There, he bought several bottles of mineral water and packs of biscuits, stuffing them all into a large black plastic bag.
The car started again, heading toward Haicheng’s People’s Cetery under the night sky.
"You’d better not get any funny ideas," Lin Fan said coldly, tossing the bag to the grimacing Zhang ili. "Kneel properly and guard my mother’s grave. You can’t be a minute or even a second short!"
"I want to eat lobster... and I want to drink Coke..." Zhang ili whined, looking at Lin Fan with pleading eyes, trying to appear pitiful and frail.
"Eat my ass!" Lin Fan’s lip twitched, practically fuming. He gestured for Mrs. Xue to stop the car. "Get out if you’re not happy with this!"
I have to admit, her skin is astonishingly thick. Give her an inch, and she’ll take a mile.
"I won’t eat! I won’t! I’ll kneel obediently before Sister Suxin’s grave for three full days and nights!" Her plump body shook as she frantically shook her head, her smile once again uglier than a grimace.
SCREECH!
A short while later, the black Bentley ca to a sharp halt on a deserted roadside at the foot of the mountain where the People’s Cetery was located.
"Go on," Lin Fan said. "My patience is limited. Don’t make change my mind."
He saw Zhang ili clutching the bulging plastic bag, dragging her feet and looking back every few steps, her reluctance obvious.
Lin Fan rolled down the window, his voice chilling. "If you keep dilly-dallying, I’ll break your arms and legs and throw you in front of my mother’s grave myself."
"No, no, no, please don’t! I’m going right now! I won’t have any second thoughts, I promise!"
WHOOSH!
Zhang ili’s face went pale with terror. Her fat face twitched, and then she took off, sprinting towards the top of the cetery mountain. She ran faster than a rabbit.
"A dical miracle... a living, breathing dical miracle..." Yuan Youwei murmured, a smile spreading across her red lips. She and Mrs. Xue burst into laughter, tears welling in their eyes. "A supposedly paralyzed old woman sprinting up a mountain in a cetery at midnight... that story’s enough to scare anyone to death!"
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