Rebirth: I Am Super Rich in Apocalypse
Chapter 142: Your Son Died Because of You

Chapter 142: Chapter 142: Your Son Died Because of You

Her expression was resolute, the look of someone set on settling accounts.

"Jhiang Yuan, don’t..."

Song Yi shook his head; the old lady was furious and there was no telling what she might do.

"Sister Yuan, you take Brother Song back. I’ll handle this."

"Don’t worry, it’s fine. If this keeps going on, the door will be ruined."

At this point, the person in 2001 next door also poked their head out and asked politely, "Do you need help?"

"No need, head back inside."

"Okay!"

The man didn’t waste words. He had been observing for quite a while, and since they didn’t need his help, he didn’t come over.

That old lady was terrifying; he didn’t want to get dragged into this mess either!

"Go up then..."

The interruption had calmed everyone down a bit.

"Then be careful!"

"Mhm."

Ye Mianmian was worried that Jhiang Yuan would be wronged, so she followed along; if that old hag lost her mind, Mianmian could at least offer some help.

Once the two of them had left, Song Yi ascended the steps and then made a gesture for silence.

Zhang Kaiyang immediately understood. He was worried about the two girls.

Originally, he had been worried too, so this was perfect, staying behind together.

In case anything happened, they would have each other’s back.

On the other side, Jhiang Yuan flung the house door open, which had already been distorted in shape.

"What are you wailing about here? If you want to die, do it far away, and stop disgusting people here."

She hadn’t expected Jhiang Yuan to start with insults upon arrival, setting off all her anger.

"Hmph, can’t handle it, huh? If you dare, open the door, you old hag, I’ll kill you all."

Jhiang Yuan rolled her eyes, her disdain for the old lady all too apparent.

The old lady was not to be underestimated either; she made a move to come over and hit them, reaching her hand through the security bars.

"You two little harlots, you incited people to harm my son, today I’ll have you buried with him."

Jhiang Yuan, quick to react, swiftly pulled Ye Mianmian back.

The old lady, unable to reach them, was annoyed.

"You really have no shame, your son got what he deserved for stirring up trouble unprovoked."

"You’re talking nonsense! With all those things of yours, what harm would parting with a few do?

My son was doing Heaven’s work. What right do you have to speak ill of him?"

Jhiang Yuan was dumbfounded by the old lady’s thought process. This person must have left home without her brain!

"Doing Heaven’s work, you say? How audacious. Dying by his own actions, it seems the heavens have opened their eyes, taking away someone who misused His name for their own benefit. How fantastic!"

As she spoke, she clapped her hands, her tone mocking to the point of infuriating without reparation.

"You—you’re talking rubbish..."

"I think it’s you who’s spouting nonsense. They are our things, why should we give them to you? Who do you think you are?"

Ye Mianmian, also growing angrier by the moment, joined in, "Exactly, shamelessly so. Your son comes to steal, and the old mother comes to morally blackmail, you really are like mother like son!"

The mockery was intense. The old lady, having cursed up a storm, was now parched and out of breath.

Gasping for air, she choked on her saliva and started coughing violently.

"My goodness, can’t take it already? I’ll tell you, you’re the ones who deserve it. Get lost now.

Don’t think we wouldn’t dare do anything to you just because you’re an old lady."

Ye Mianmian never cowered in the face of such people.

"Then kill me, why don’t you? My son is gone, our family’s possessions have been stolen; I’ve long lost the will to live."

The old lady was beating her chest and stamping her feet, and for a moment, her crying seemed genuinely heartfelt.

"Everything in house being stolen, your family ruined—all of it, you brought upon yourself.

"Crying about it now, huh! What’s the use?"

The old lady’s eyes were red and swollen, her hair disheveled, but there was indeed a pitiable look about her.

"You’re talking nonsense, it’s all your fault, if it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be like this..."

"You know very well what happened. Since you knew we had supplies, then you were aware of Sun Yian coming to us.

He rallied so many people, trying to fight violence with violence, yet he didn’t expect to end up sacrificing himself in the process.

As a mother, knowing that he was making a mistake, you did not stop him or comfort him. That is your fault.

Sun Yian is gone, yet you have no idea how to lay low and endure each day discretely.

Instead, you blatantly boasted about having supplies at home, drawing the attention of thugs. That’s your own doing."

Sun’s mother hadn’t thought of this, and now it was sinking in, consuming her heart.

"You, you’re talking nonsense..."

"Whether I am or not, you know the truth.

You’re well aware of the current situation. All the men in the family are gone, and you still don’t know better than to keep a low profile.

Your high-profile behavior is what endangered everyone.

With no food, and everyone hungry, it’s also your fault."

Jhiang Yuan spoke with conviction, and the old lady seemed lost and dispirited, as if suddenly realizing she had done something wrong.

"No, that’s not true, they were all my son’s henchmen.

They couldn’t possibly do this to me, and Xiao He, she’s their sister-in-law.

It can’t be, it can’t..."

A chill settled in Jhiang Yuan’s heart, suspecting that this group had done more than just stealing.

"What’s so impossible? Who do you think you are?

The Qing Dynasty was long gone, and you’re still acting like a royal grandmother?

Why should they be your son’s henchmen? What makes him so special? You’re thinking too highly of him.

I’m telling you, it was yourself who brought ruin and death upon your household.

And yet you come to us to cause trouble. Fine, you win.

Too cowardly to confront those who truly harmed you, you come to us for trouble, psh..."

Listening to her words, the old lady felt as if her very essence had been drained.

"No, it was you who killed my son, it’s all your fault."

Well, this, she didn’t deny.

But to say it was their fault, that wasn’t something they would accept without reason.

"It’s because your son had ill intentions first.

If he did not intend to kill us, would he have been killed in retaliation?

Those who commit too many injustices will bring about their own downfall, you must understand that!"

"Impossible, my son was a great lawyer, academically gifted from a young age, the envy of many.

He helped many people win lawsuits, so many victories, and everyone thanked him..."

Hearing this, Jhiang Yuan genuinely scoffed.

She was well aware of what kind of person Sun Yian was; the old lady’s filter was far too strong.

"You might treasure him like a gem, but dare you claim your son had no ulterior motives?

Why does your family have grain when no one else has food to eat?

Is that your idea of a fair and upright son, a good lawyer?

People gave him their full trust, but could he bear the responsibility?"

These rhetorical questions fully exposed the vile facets of Sun Yian’s character.

Did the old lady really not know?

It was just that she refused to admit it, and Jhiang Yuan looked at the hypocritical Sun’s mother in front of her.

Any sympathy extended for even one more second would be her own downfall.

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