Rebirth: I Am Super Rich in Apocalypse
Chapter 121 Mother and Daughter Seek Revenge

Chapter 121: Chapter 121 Mother and Daughter Seek Revenge

She couldn’t just sit idly by; she followed them downstairs to move items.

Grandma Ye was at home, so she could keep an eye on things to some extent, and they wouldn’t be apart for very long since they kept coming and going.

Zhang Kaiyang’s condition was not life-threatening. With proper care, he would be fine.

The liquefied gas canisters were quite heavy. Song Yi and Jhiang Xingzhi managed to carry two at a time up the stairs, but after many trips, they would definitely be worn out.

Moreover, her father was getting on in years, and Jhiang Yuan felt sorry for him.

By the time they reached the seventh floor, this side had already been tidied up somewhat.

"Sister Yuan, how is Zhang Kaiyang doing?"

As soon as she arrived, Ye Mianmian quickly came over to ask about the details.

"The bleeding has been stopped, and he’s resting now. Grandma is watching him; there’s nothing to worry about,"

"Oh, that’s terrifying."

Hearing that there was no serious issue, she also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mianmian, what about those people from earlier?"

Jhiang Yuan was referring to the ones who had died. Now, there wasn’t a single body left on the ground, but the bloodstains were still quite shocking.

"We threw them down. There was no choice; there’s nowhere else to put them here."

She stated it confidently, but now, throwing them down was different from when there was standing water before.

Beneath was a layer of ice, and if people were to fall onto it, their brains would likely burst upon impact.

Fortunately, it was only the seventh floor; any higher would have been more horrifying.

"I’ll help move things first, and we can talk later."

Time waits for no one. Any delay could lead to trouble, so it was better to hurry and get the items back where they belonged to feel at ease.

"Alright."

Ye Mianmian also knew that now was not the time to chat, and she wasn’t idle either.

She gathered all the items from outside to ensure that when the others came down, there would be items available to take away.

This way, there would be no delay.

Jhiang Yuan found carrying two gas canisters somewhat strenuous, but once upstairs, she could put the items into the space.

There was an empty canister inside that had been used up; she just needed to take it out to put on a show.

If she heard footsteps, she would quickly fetch it.

Under the current circumstances with limited supplies, she didn’t dare to go too far, in case she got caught.

After three or four trips like this, there wasn’t much left downstairs. With everyone helping, they could take it all back in one trip.

She had only reached the tenth floor when she heard crying and cursing; sensing trouble, she hurried downstairs.

Song Yi and Jhiang Xingzhi had just gone up, and she estimated they must have just arrived as well.

"I’m going to kill you; I must avenge my husband!"

She never expected things to reach this point.

There were two women on the other side, one in her forties and the other appearing to be in her twenties.

At that moment, the middle-aged, slightly plump woman was clutching Ye Mianmian’s hair and slamming her against the wall.

"Mianmian..."

She rushed over, ready to help, but the younger woman blocked the stairway down.

"What do you think you’re doing? Let me tell you, this has nothing to do with you. Get lost!"

She spread her arms as if trying to stop them.

"Get lost..."

Jhiang Yuan’s voice cracked with fury as she shouted loudly.

"Don’t you dare toast... Ah..."

She wouldn’t indulge this young girl. She went up to her and kicked her right away.

The girl, expecting to intimidate her, hadn’t anticipated a sneak attack and was caught off guard.

Kicked askew, Jhiang Yuan tried to move past her, but the girl had not fallen and was now enraged.

"I’m going to fight you..."

As she spoke, she lunged toward her, and because she was in such a hurry to get there, the two of them ended up close together.

Jhiang Yuan didn’t have time to dodge and got scratched—a stroke of bad luck that scraped right across her face, aligned with her ear.

Having felt hot from running up and down the stairs just now, she had exposed her nose and mouth; it was an undeserved disaster!

"Go to hell..."

With a backhand, her slap was already on its way, her physical training over these days hadn’t been for nothing.

The girl was struck dumb by the hit, and Jhiang Yuan, still not feeling vindicated, gave her a couple more kicks.

Ye Mianmian couldn’t withstand the strength of that nagging woman. Being knocked about, the woman saw what was happening here and also worried for the girl.

Jhiang Yuan hurried over, picked up an ice cone at the side, and struck directly at the nasty woman’s buttocks.

"Ah..."

It really hurt, but she didn’t let go, still clinging tightly to Ye Mianmian’s hair.

Jhiang Yuan kept applying force; she didn’t believe it wouldn’t work.

Indeed, by the third strike, the woman couldn’t avoid it and could only use her hands to cover up.

But getting hit on the hands with the stick was even more painful.

With a shrill scream of "Ah...", she let go of Ye Mianmian’s hair.

Her hair, which had been neatly tied into a bun, was now a mess, looking like a lunatic’s, and there were lots of broken hairs on the ground—apparently torn out by that woman, she had really gone for the kill.

This reminded Jhiang Yuan of previous news stories she’d seen about school bullying, this person was definitely not good, and murderous intent exploded from her eyes.

Surprisingly, the young girl behind them was the first to speak, hysterically.

"You killed my dad, and now you want to kill me and my mom too?"

So, they were here for revenge.

Ye Mianmian quickly went over to Jhiang Yuan’s side. Taking advantage of the woman’s pain, she didn’t dawdle and grabbed the ice cone from her hand, striking with it.

"This is for pulling my hair, you wanted to kill me, didn’t you? Come on..."

She must have been in too much pain; now she seemed a bit crazed.

The young girl nearby saw this and quickly pleaded, "Please stop, don’t hit anymore..."

Jhiang Yuan didn’t know what to do and just stood by, waiting.

Song Yi and Jhiang Xingzhi also came down, and the girl thought they were neighbors from inside the building and hurriedly crawled over, trying to grab Song Yi’s trouser leg.

However, he was someone who really hated being touched by others, so he kicked her away.

That kick wasn’t light, and the girl slid across to hit the wall opposite.

Boy, the attempt to stop them hadn’t even been voiced.

However, Song Yi’s lack of chivalry certainly marked him out as a typical straight man.

Over there, Ye Mianmian had vented enough, leaving the woman in complete disarray.

But she was still breathing.

"I don’t know who your husband is. The people who died just now were trying to rob our things and were the first to draw knives.

You two better watch yourselves, if there’s a next time, it won’t end as easily as now."

Ye Mianmian ultimately hadn’t gone through with it and straightened her disheveled hair.

She followed the others, picked up their belongings and headed back, not even sparing the wood planks—they could be burned for warmth.

"Mianmian, are you okay?"

"I’m fine, Sister Yuan, thankfully you arrived in time. When those two came over just now, I thought since they were women, I didn’t need to be cautious.

Who knew, those two old hags actually wanted my life.

Had I known, I wouldn’t have let Little One go back, I’d have bitten them to death."

Ye Mianmian was still angry, but Jhiang Yuan felt somewhat uneasy inside.

"You better be careful, that mother and daughter, don’t seem like easy opponents."

Ye Mianmian was unconcerned, now utterly furious. Even beating them up hadn’t calmed her down.

"I’m not afraid. If they dare to come, I’ll kill them."