"Feng Yanhong, what are you doing in my house!" Zheng Guoqing led Liu Meili into the door. At a glance, he saw Feng Yanhong standing in his house holding a rolling pin. After shouting loudly, he subconsciously stepped back.
"What can I do? Just ransack your house."
"Since you're back, it's a good idea to help your parents pay back the money." Feng Yanhong walked around the broken glass, walked to the living room, picked up the glass of water and took a sip.
"What money? When did my family owe your family money? Don't talk nonsense, you are here to extort money!"
Feng Yanjun rushed to block the door. When Liu Meili saw Feng Yanhong, her legs were already weak. Seeing Feng Yanjun rushing over, Liu Meili screamed in fright, threw away Zheng Guoqing's arm, and ran out of the door.
"You, please don't come over, eh? Meili..." Zheng Guoqing turned around, and Liu Meili had already run downstairs in high heels.
Feng Yanjun took a big step and closed the door before Zheng Guoqing. Zheng Guoqing could not get out, and he did not dare to fight with Feng Yanjun. He quickly retreated to stay away from Feng Yanjun.
Feng Yanhong looked at his embarrassed and funny look, and she really couldn't figure out how such a cowardly family could do so many bad things.
It is because of this that she had almost no doubt about Miao Guizhi's original intention in her previous life, and even thought that she was a pitiful person.
"Feng Yanhong! You wanted to cancel the marriage yourself, so what do you want to do now that you've come to visit us?!"
"Of course I'm here to settle a score with you. Otherwise, why would I have come all the way here?"
"We can calculate it one by one, but where do we start?"
"Aunt Miao, let's start with my mother's gift money, shall we?" Feng Yanhong turned around and looked at Miao Guizhi with a cold smile.
Miao Guizhi's body, which had already stood up, was so frightened that she knelt down again.
"Back then, you, a good stepmother, asked my father for 150 yuan, saying it was a bride price, but you only gave my mother 30 yuan to buy clothes."
"This is her business and not my family's fault. We don't need to care about today's affairs. You guys, please leave as soon as possible."
Zheng Guoqing's heartbeat quickened, his eyes evaded, trying to drive the two of them away.
"Don't worry, the accounts haven't been settled yet."
"It's okay if I don't ask you about the one hundred and twenty yuan thing. But what you have defrauded and stolen from my house for so many years can be counted?"
"Don't say you didn't eat it, you didn't take it." Feng Yanhong picked up a shirt from the back room and threw it in front of Zheng Guoqing.
"Why does this dress look so familiar to me? Can you explain it to me?"
"What's the explanation?! If you keep messing around like this, I'll call the police!" Zheng Guoqing looked at the clothes and his heartbeat quickened instantly.
"Why do these look so much like my clothes?"
Feng Yanjun poked his head, took a look, and reached out to pick it up, but Zheng Guoqing took the lead and held it in his arms.
"What are your clothes? Why are they just like your clothes? No one else can have a white shirt?"
"Don't everyone's white shirts look the same? Why should I say they are yours?"
Zheng Guoqing argued loudly, but did not dare to look directly at the siblings.
"If I remember correctly, there was something embroidered on the cuffs. Even if it is removed now, there will still be traces. There is also a small black spot on the third button, and the fifth button is a little crooked.
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This was her first time making clothes. She chose the materials herself and sewed them herself. She could still recognize them even after many years.
"And this, this pencil case, I bought it for Yanjun five years ago after picking hops all summer long. Why is it on your desk at home?"
Feng Yanhong took out another iron pencil case from it, with dark green paint and a large piece of paint chipped off on one corner.
"I bought this pencil case for Qiaohui!"
"You bought it for Zheng Qiaohui? Haha~" How would a selfish person like him buy things for Zheng Qiaohui?
What a joke!
Feng Yanhong pointed with the rolling pin in her hand to the corner that was missing paint.
"This corner was originally missing so much paint because Yan Jun accidentally dropped it and dented it, and a small piece fell off. When I smashed it back to its original shape little by little, some more came off.
Look carefully here and there are signs of being smashed.”
Zheng Guoqing's face turned pale and blue, he bit his lower lip and stared at Feng Yanhong without saying a word.
Feng Yanjun took the pencil case from Feng Yanhong and looked at it carefully. It was really his.
"I said my pencil case was in good condition, how could it be lost at home? It turned out that you two brothers and sisters stole it!"
No wonder he couldn't find it after searching for so long, causing him to be reprimanded, and making him sad for so long. It turns out that these brothers and sisters are not only evil-hearted, but also have dirty hands!
Feng Yanhong calmly scanned around and ignored the other small things. There was no need for them, and the dirty things could no longer be used. She had no intention of taking them back.
"You have taken so much meat, eggs, fish, and even rice and noodles from my house over the years. Shouldn't they all be counted?"
"After all, my mother's things are all for life-saviors, not you!" Feng Yanhong's eyes were still cold, scanning Miao Guizhi and Zheng Guoqing around and around.
It had been a while, but Miao Guizhi was still squatting in the corner, without raising her head and pretending to be dead without saying a word.
And what about Zheng Guoqing?
He looked like he had been deeply humiliated, and there were some emotions hidden in his eyes. He thought he had hidden them well, but in fact, Feng Yanhong still caught them.
He wanted to do something to her. How could she suffer the loss of her previous life again in this life?
Feng Yanhong glanced at him, showed a provocative smile, turned around and walked to the table.
Zheng Guoqing clenched his fists, and when Feng Yanjun wasn't paying attention, he rushed towards Feng Yanhong's back.
Feng Yanhong squeezed the water glass tightly, turned around, waved her hand and hit Zheng Guoqing on the forehead!
The glass shattered, and bright red blood oozed from Zheng Guoqing's forehead. Zheng Guoqing's raised hand stopped in mid-air, and he stared blankly at Feng Yanhong.
Feng Yanjun reacted very quickly and caught up with him, punching and kicking Zheng Guoqing to the ground.
"You piece of trash, you actually attacked a woman!"
Fortunately, she stopped her hand quickly. There was only a small blood mark on the tip of her little finger. Feng Yanhong glanced at the small wound and said coldly.
"How stupid are you to want to fight with me!"
Feng Yanhong stepped forward and stepped on one of Zheng Guoqing's hands, while Feng Yanjun firmly pressed his other shoulder with tacit understanding.
Zheng Guoqing, unable to struggle, kicked his legs randomly, "Feng Yanhong, what the fuck..."
"Your family is defrauding money and marriage, so what reason do you have to attack me?"
Feng Yanhong half-closed her eyes, patted his face, and pinched it hard, causing his foul mouth to deform.
"Zheng Guoqing, you are a piece of trash, a piece of mud that cannot hold up the wall, a dirty and smelly rat in the gutter. You will never be able to turn yourself around in this life, do you understand?"
"You have to pay back whatever you Zheng family has done! Just wait for retribution!"