Rebirth: He Decides to Lie Flat
Chapter 421 - 421 416 Slapping the Face

Chapter 421: Chapter 416 Slapping the Face Chapter 421: Chapter 416 Slapping the Face They were indeed looking for Jiang Yan, but after a sweep through the entrance, they didn’t see anyone.

Old Madam Jiang stayed silent, while the third Jiang son greeted Xie Yanhai with a smile, then asked, “Uncle Jiajia, have you seen our Jiang Yan?”

Song Xiaoli said that damned kid had made a fortune and was coaxed by that wretched girl Jiajia to donate five hundred thousand to Jianghai Middle School. Wasn’t that money shared by the two of them, so Jiang Yan just gave away two hundred and fifty thousand for nothing?

Two hundred and fifty thousand…

Old Madam Jiang and the third Jiang son felt pained just thinking about it. Over the past many years, the total amount Jiang Fengwei had given them hadn’t even reached that much. That damned kid was sinning, having money but not giving it to his own family and giving it to outsiders instead, was he out of his mind?

The Jiang family hadn’t heard about the book donation to the school beforehand. Firstly, Jiang Yan had fallen out with them after getting into Beijing University that year, prompting Old Madam Jiang to curse him out for several days at home. The neighbors and even the whole village knew that the son of the eldest Jiang had fallen out with his family. The kid hadn’t been raised in the village, to begin with, and to top it off, he had a mother who was a college professor.

With that, there would surely be no further contact.

So even if someone in the village knew about Jiang Yan being involved in the book donation with Mu Jiawen, nobody would bother telling them specifically, and there were no children from their family attending Jianghai Middle School, so naturally, they were unaware of this matter.

Secondly, Mu Jiawen was listed before Jiang Yan, and with the uproar over her changing her surname, naturally, this overshadowed Jiang Yan.

If it weren’t for Song Xiaoli making a special trip to tell Old Madam Jiang, she would still be in the dark.

But as cunning as an old fox, she didn’t fully believe Song Xiaoli’s words. Before coming over, she had specifically instructed the third Jiang son to contact a relative teaching at Jianghai Middle School through a few convoluted connections, to ask who had donated to build the library at the school?

The person hesitated a good while before finally saying that Jiang Yan was one of them, with a complex tone.

A fire in Old Madam Jiang’s heart flared up immediately.

When she and the third Jiang son were going out to town, they happened to meet Xie Jingying at the main gate. With a gloomy face, she asked, “The one from Song Lao San’s family, has your second daughter returned? Is she at your brother’s place?”

Xie Jingying, holding a broom and sweeping the entranceway, turned a deaf ear to Old Madam Jiang’s words, not paying her any attention whatsoever.

“Crazy!”

Old Madam Jiang cursed softly and turned to get onto the tricycle that the third Jiang son had ridden there.

While Xie Yanhai didn’t know the details about Jiang Yan’s family situation, Jiajia had mentioned it to him. Ever since his father got into trouble and he returned to the Jiang family, he was despised by everyone; even the tuition his mother had left for him was withheld by his grandmother and not given to him. Later, when he transferred to the municipal first middle school, they did not give him a penny.

He had long since cut ties with his grandmother’s family, so there were no relations anymore.

So now that these two had come looking for him, still using “our Jiang Yan,” what were they up to?

To avoid trouble, he indifferently replied, “He’s already left, said he has an appointment with classmates and is going back to Beijing today.”

“Left?”

Old Madam Jiang’s voice suddenly rose sharply, piercing, “Impossible, you’re lying! That girl from the Song Lao Si’s family said she saw him and your second daughter hugging and cuddling in the street this morning, how could he have left so quickly? I don’t believe it, you get that second daughter of yours out here, I want to ask her.”

In the past two years, without Jiang Fengwei’s support and subsidy, Old Madam Jiang’s days were indeed not as comfortable as before. Not only did her two sons fail to give her any money, but they also dropped by her place from time to time, scrounging around. The little bit of retirement money she had saved was now almost gone.

That’s just how people are, it’s easy to go from frugality to luxury, but hard the other way around.

Once the days became harsh, her temper turned hostile and impulsive, and she no longer seemed as shrewd as before. She started yelling and shouting for Jiajia, “She found herself rich parents and wants to throw away money, she can waste it herself. Why the hell stir up Jiang Yan? Our whole family is still struggling to get by, where would we have the money to let her squander it? Just because she has a face that could seduce a saint, she hooks up with…”

“Who are you talking about?”

Li Yun charged out from the house, grabbed the large broom from the yard, and brandishing it, pointed at Old Madam Jiang, fuming, “Say that again and see what happens?”

Xie Yanhai’s face was also an ashen hue, and he glared at Jiang Lao San, “So you’ve come to my house to pick a fight?”

Everything had happened so quickly, from Xie Yanhai saying Jiang Yan had left to Old Madam Jiang starting her tirade—just a matter of seconds—and Jiang Lao San didn’t even have time to intervene.

The main issue was that he didn’t expect his mother to be so thoughtless today, to insult someone in front of their uncle. Wasn’t she just asking for discomfort?

“I apologize on behalf of my mother; she’s old and senile. Please don’t stoop to her level. We’ll be leaving right now, I’ll take her away this instant.”

Originally, he had hoped to get Jiang Yan’s phone number through Xie Yanhai, but now…

Jiang Lao San felt a surge of annoyance, he grabbed Old Madam Jiang’s arm without any explanation and began to drag her out, while hissing under his breath, “Mom, just shut up…”

Li Yun, holding the broom, chased them to the main gate and didn’t turn back until she saw the damned old hag ride away on a tricycle.

“No wonder Jiang Yan cut ties with them, a nest of money-grubbers, shameless!”

Li Yun cursed out loud a few times before tossing the broom aside and, recalling the old hag’s words, hurriedly went inside to make a phone call.

She was calling Xie Jingying, first giving a brief rundown of the purpose behind Jiang Family mother and son coming to look for Jiang Yan, before getting to the main point about Song Xiaoli, the daughter of Song Lao Si, “…How can a girl be so vile? Not only spreading nonsense but also deliberately stoking discord, taking joy in creating chaos in someone else’s household? She may be young, but she’s wicked at heart. Sister, you need to tell brother-in-law to warn his brother to keep his daughter in check. If there’s a next time, I’ll come over and rip her mouth apart.”

Xie Jingying put down the phone with a grim face, and as she turned, she saw Song Lao San entering the house.

She got up and headed outside, “Going over to Lao Si’s place. Song Xiaoli has been causing trouble at the Jiang house, that wretched old woman just made a scene at Yanhai’s house.”

Song Lao San was taken aback upon hearing this, and by the time he shook off the daze, Xie Jingying was already at the doorway. He quickly turned and hurried after her.

Song Xiaoli was currently coaching her younger brother with his homework at a low table in their courtyard, with the front door wide open. When she heard the sound of hurried footsteps approaching, she didn’t give it much thought, nor did she look up. Not until her hair was yanked and her face started being slapped—slap after slap without pause, disorienting her until her head buzzed.

Her brother, who was beside Song Xiaoli, froze for a few seconds before shouting, “Mom… Mom…”

Even though he was tall and strong, the cold ferocity he saw in his third aunt as she hit his sister left him too alarmed to move.

Song Si Yi from inside the house heard the commotion and came out. It took her a few seconds to process the scene in the yard and the crisp slapping sounds before she rushed over, yelling, “You lunatic, stop it…”

Eventually, after quite a struggle, Song Xiaoli was pulled away from Xie Jingying. Her own hair was in disarray, her face had been slapped twice, and both mother and daughter were sprawled on the ground, looking extremely disheveled.