Defrosting The Cold Young Master
Chapter 1166: 1170 The Little Wench

Chapter 1166: Chapter 1170 The Little Wench

Before, she had tolerated their frolicking in front of her, not wanting to let her grandfather die with his eyes open in dismay.

Now that her grandfather had passed away, she had no concerns left.

Once her grandfather’s funeral was over, she planned to send them all to prison, to let them suffer the torments of jail and atone for their unfilial sins!

Yian Jingxue’s gaze was icy cold and filled with malevolence, and as Yian the Second’s wife met her gaze, she shrank back, then quickly straightened her spine and retorted, “What are you staring at? You alone have taken all the old man’s property; do you still think you’re in the right? Let me tell you, Yian Jingxue, if you don’t hand over the old man’s property, we will not let this go, and you won’t have a single day of peace!”

She didn’t have a job, and her husband could only paint, but everything he painted was trash, worthless.

For so many years, everything their family had needed for living—eating, drinking, going to the bathroom—had come from the money originally doled out by the old man.

After such a long time, their savings had run dry.

She had still been hoping that after the old man died, he would leave them another portion of the inheritance.

But she didn’t expect to get the same answer as before.

The old man had already divided his property among the three families.

He had left nothing behind.

She panicked all of a sudden.

She always thought, how could the old man possibly not have a backup plan?

How could an elder possibly give away all his property while he was still alive?

Surely the old man must have lots of money stashed away, meant to be divided among them after his death.

She had finally waited for the old man to pass away.

After receiving the news of the old man’s death, she had dragged her husband and children over, waiting to receive the money.

But she didn’t expect to receive the same answer as before.

No money.

The old man hadn’t left a penny.

She was going mad.

She was a full-time housewife, her children were still in school, her husband barely earned any money all year; without the old man’s inheritance, how was she supposed to live out the rest of her days?

In a few years, her children would be of marriageable age—what money would she use to find a wife for her son, to prepare her daughter’s dowry?

The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became, and she couldn’t help but lunge at Yian Jingxue, “You little slut, you’ve definitely swallowed all the old man’s property. Spit it out!”

Before she could get close to Yian Jingxue, Xiao Dao and Xiao Jian rushed forward to stand in front of Yian Jingxue.

Everyone in the Yian Family had suffered at the hands of Xiao Dao and Xiao Jian.

When Yian the Second’s wife saw Xiao Dao and Xiao Jian, she couldn’t help but tense up, her neck chilling, and instinctively stopped in her tracks.

She glared at Xiao Dao and Xiao Jian for a few seconds, then suddenly collapsed on the ground with a “thump,” wailing, “I can’t live like this! Dad, open your eyes and look! Yian Jingxue has eaten up all of the property you left for us, she won’t let us live! Dad, why didn’t you wait for us to go, after you left, Yian Jingxue treated us like we’re nothing, she’s demeaning us to death, she…”

Ye Xingbei’s face flushed red with anger as he rebuked, “Slander and false accusations are criminal acts; if you say one more word, I will have someone sue you!”

Yian the Second’s wife knew well enough that Yian Jingxue’s friend was not an ordinary figure, and she felt a strong fear of Ye Xingbei.

Hearing Ye Xingbei’s scolding, she was like a chicken with its neck squeezed, her voice dying in her throat, the rest of her words swallowed back subconsciously.

Looking at the well-dressed and distinguished-looking Gu Junzhu, Ye Xingbei, and Han Zuo, she felt a woeful sadness surge from within, her features distorted as she pounded the ground fiercely.