Gasp! She's a Time Traveler Using Modern Tech to Improve Ancient Life Chapter 227 - 226: Seizing Another’s Nest

Arriving at the iron gate of Building Nine, Lin Wanwan waited for a mont before a middle-aged woman ca to open the door, and Lin Wanwan followed her in.

The middle-aged woman glanced back at her but didn’t ask much.

A young girl appears to pose little threat, so usually no one is particularly on guard.

The apartnt bought by Lin Wanwan’s parents was on the fourth floor. There was no elevator here; it’s an old-style staircase, but the hallway was quite clean and bright. Even though it’s a house over twenty years old, it wasn’t decayed—showing the developer was indeed conscientious with their materials.

The middle-aged woman also lived on the fourth floor. After reaching her doorstep, she glanced back at Lin Wanwan.

The two strangers didn’t say anything to each other.

Lin Wanwan glanced at the two rows of short bench shoe cabinets along the hallway wall and confird there were people living in her apartnt.

She stepped forward to knock on the door, and this is when the middle-aged woman who had just opened the door spoke up, "Are you here to see the Gong family?"

"Yes."

Although the woman spoke in a Hai City dialect, Lin Wanwan could understand it. Due to frequent people flow between Hai City and Yongcheng, the dialects, which are essentially accents, allow mutual communication.

"Who is it?" A voice ca from inside after the knock. Lin Wanwan heard but didn’t reply.

After a while, the door opened, revealing a plump middle-aged woman in cotton pajamas.

She looked Lin Wanwan up and down, asking strangely, "Who are you looking for?"

Lin Wanwan pushed the door and stood at the entrance, observing the scene inside the room. When the plump woman got impatient, Lin Wanwan slowly asked, "Does the person living here have the surna Gong?"

The plump woman frowned and asked, "That’s right, my husband’s surna is Gong. Who are you?"

Lin Wanwan replied with a question: "How many people live here?"

"Hey, you cheeky little girl, why are you so weird, running to other people’s hos and asking all sorts of questions. Who are you? Old Gong, co out, there’s soone at the door, do you recognize her?"

Soon, inside there ca the sound of spitting and flushing, and a thin, pale man in his fifties, also wearing winter cotton clothes, ca over: "Where are you from? Who are you looking for?"

Lin Wanwan stared intently at the man in front of her, but he didn’t look familiar. After a mont, she slowly said, word by word, "I am the owner of this house, don’t you know?"

Suddenly, it got quiet around, even in the 402 unit behind Lin Wanwan.

The next mont, the plump woman’s voice squawked like a poked hen, "Oh! Where did this lunatic co from, talking nonsense at my door!"

"Whether it’s nonsense, you know very well." Lin Wanwan pulled down her face mask, staring at the two with her clear, bright eyes, unbending.

The old man’s expression changed drastically as he looked at Lin Wanwan’s face: "You, you, you! So it’s you! You bring misfortune to your parents, how do you still have the face to co here? This is our Gong family’s house, and I did the renovations. What’s it got to do with you?"

Before Lin Wanwan could say more, Gong Dewang recognized her. Because she looked exactly like the little sister-in-law back then, nearly the reincarnation of Lin Qingyao.

Lin Wanwan didn’t bother with more words; she took out the photocopy of the property deed she just obtained and shook it: "See clearly, the na on the property deed is mine."

Gong Dewang’s wife, Fu Yinan, snatched the photocopy from Lin Wanwan’s hand and tore it up, cursing and swearing, "What the hell, how dare you co here with a piece of paper. You want the house? Sure, give ten million in compensation, and the house is yours."

Lin Wanwan sneered coldly, "Aren’t you enjoying eating up the legacy? I haven’t asked you for the rent, yet you dare open your lion’s mouth and bite back."

"You’re full of shit! You bring misfortune, don’t stand at my door, even your bad luck can’t drive it away!" Fu Yinan said, and ca up to push Lin Wanwan.

Lin Wanwan casually pushed her aside, not using much force, yet still causing the other to stagger.

Now Gong Dewang and Fu Yinan were hopping mad, dropping all pretenses of speaking broken Hai City dialect, and switched to a stream of Mian City dialect. One hand was raised to scratch, another grabbed a mop rod from the bathroom to hit.

While Lin Wanwan couldn’t understand everything, given the heavy presence of reproductive organs in their words, it must’ve been full of profanity.

She grabbed Gong Dewang’s approaching mop rod with a little force, snatched it over, and pushed Gong Dewang onto his wife, making them tumble down like a rolling gourd.

"Oh no! Assault!" Fu Yinan fell to the ground, causing a scene, while in her mind she was amazed that this delicate girl, Lin Wanwan, had such strength.

The 402 unit next door fully opened a previously half-closed door, eyes filled with curiosity, asked, "What’s going on? Who are you? Why is there a commotion?"

Fu Yinan continued shouting, "This misfortune bringer is hitting adults as soon as she cos up, a curse to the offspring..."

Gong Dewang got up already, too humiliated to scold, just glaring fiercely at Lin Wanwan.

The middle-aged woman next door, seeing no one paid attention to her, reached out and touched Lin Wanwan’s arm, "Who are you? What are you doing with a mop, it’s dirty."

"I’m the owner of this house." Lin Wanwan placed the mop aside.

"You’re talking shit!" Fu Yinan extended her fingers accusingly, getting up and ready to rush at Lin Wanwan again, "This is the Gong family’s house, when did it beco yours?"

Lin Wanwan picked up the mop again, pointing the dirty end at the plump Fu Yinan, preventing her from reaching with her grimy claws, with the other hand, she turned on her phone screen and dialed 110 to report to the police.

The call got connected in a few seconds, and Lin Wanwan began, "Hello, I am at Huangpu Road xx number at Sunshine District, Building 9, Room 401. Soone has occupied my family’s house."

"Ah, A’nan, why is she saying this house is hers? What’s going on?" The middle-aged woman in 402 heard Lin Wanwan report, looking both shocked and amused.

This was rather hilarious today. The other day, the old Gong family was showing off their large house, claiming they’d get a lot from demolition, and as it turns out, the house wasn’t even theirs.

"This is so disgraceful!" Gong Dewang, with his face flushed red, cursed.

Lin Wanwan, after the call, stood silently by the door. Gong Dewang angrily sat back on the sofa, only the hefty Fu Yinan stood at the door like a deford compass, hysterically ranting.

If not for being unable to beat Lin Wanwan, Fu Yinan would have torn her apart by now.

She attempted to shut the door earlier, discovering it was firmly held open by Lin Wanwan, which scared her because of the strength it implied.

The police arrived quite fast, and in no ti, they were climbing the stairs, following an enthusiastic neighbor.

The officer handling the situation, like all at his age, had a sun-kissed, tanned complexion, with yellowed nails and teeth from smoking.

While still climbing the stairs on the third floor, he could already hear the commotion coming from the fourth floor.