57: Chapter 55 Who on Earth is this Guy?
57 -55 Who on Earth is this Guy?
“What’s going on?” Old Man Qin, startled by the loud noise, rushed out of the house.
Qin Fugui immediately pointed at Rong Yan:
“Dad, it was her…
she pushed down our wall.”
Old Man Qin followed his son’s pointing finger and looked at Rong Yan.
He knew this person—Qin Ye’s wife.
His son, Fugui, said the wall was pushed by Qin Ye’s wife?
Was his son treating him like he had nothing better to do?
Seeing his father’s disbelieving expression, Qin Fugui became even more anxious,
“Dad, it really was her…
don’t believe me, you can ask others, so many people saw it.”
Old Man Qin still didn’t believe it.
Even if their wall wasn’t particularly sturdy, it wasn’t something a frail-looking young woman could push over.
Having done what she needed to do, Rong Yan had no interest in staying to clear up their confusion.
“Yu, let’s go.”
Qin Yu picked up the pole he hadn’t used and was ready to leave with her.
But Old Lady Wang and the others were not pleased.
They had never thought—given Rong Yan’s small stature—that she could really push their wall over.
If she had pushed and it didn’t fall, the matter would have been over.
Now, the wall actually fell, and that was a big problem; they couldn’t possibly let her just leave like that.
Qin Futian immediately put his old mother down and, together with Qin Fugui, blocked Rong Yan’s path.
Their glares were identical, fierce and menacing.
“You want to leave?
No way.”
When Qin Yu saw them like that, he immediately positioned himself menacingly in front of Rong Yan, his hands tightly gripping the pole,
ready to strike anyone who approached.
If you’re not satisfied, let’s take it to the Police Station.”
Everyone once again confirmed that Qin Ye’s wife was a woman of great strength.
Otherwise, how could she kick a grown man flying with one foot?
Ignoring the brothers, she turned her head towards the furious Old Man Qin, “Old man, Qin Ye has long cut ties with your family.”
“Over these years, when his siblings and he had no means to live, not a single time did you, his grandfather, offer even a spoonful of rice porridge or a penny to them; the relationship has clearly been broken by you.”
“Now, don’t let your sorry family members leech off our good times.
Not to mention all those things are mine, even if they were Qin Ye’s, not a cent would go to you.
If you dare come here to cause trouble again, each visit will cost you a broken leg, and then I’ll send you to the Police Station.”
Old Man Qin’s heart was stifled with rage, “I am Qin Ye’s biological grandfather…”
Rong Yan’s face was filled with scorn: “Then you, old man, have really lost your conscience.
Your grandsons nearly starved to death, and you did nothing, even disowned them, while only caring about fattening your current wife like a pig.
Now that life seems better, you suddenly act like a grandfather again.
What kind of grandfather does that?”

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