Mr. Xie, please be gentle, the vicious female supporting role really didn't tease you

It rains continuously in autumn, and the drizzling rain makes people feel upset.

Not many people came. After Xie Zhenming was deprived of his company rights, those friends he had made friends with seemed to have disappeared overnight.

The cemetery was contacted by the assistant. It is an ordinary cemetery, which does not match Xie Yanqie's status during his lifetime. However, it is quiet and peaceful, with many pine and cypress trees planted around it. If you listen carefully, you can hear the melodious and affectionate bird calls.

Xie Yan had been holding the umbrella for Tang Wan. The two of them stood in the corner. In the middle of the crowd were Song Wanru and her son Xie Jun. They were crying the most miserably and seemed to wish they could follow Xie Zhenming.

Tang Wan could understand their feelings. After all, after Xie Zhenming left, they lost their long-term meal tickets and had to rely on their own hard work to get rich. How could these two people who had lived a life of luxury endure the hardships of future life?

The raindrops hit the umbrella, making a crisp and fine sound. Occasionally someone recognized Xie Yan and came forward to greet him, but they didn't know what to say. In the end, they could only say "My condolences" and then leave embarrassedly.

Apart from that, Tang Wan and Xie Yan were like outsiders, watching expressionlessly as the soil on both sides was filled in with shovelfuls of rainwater, and finally a tombstone was erected on the spot.

There were only the names of Song Wanru and Xie Jun on the tombstone. The names of Xie Yan and his mother were deliberately erased, as if they had no connection from that moment on.

"Hey, why isn't the name of Mr. Xie's eldest son on it? Nor is his first wife's name? Who made this tombstone? It's too sloppy."

"Where's Xie Yan? I remember that was his name. He didn't even come to his father's funeral. What kind of son is he like? Zhenming raised him to this age. Even if he hates his father, he can't not even come to the funeral, right? If I had a son like that, I would have slapped him to death..."

I don't know which relative of Xie Zhenming couldn't find Xie Yan, so he started talking nonsense in front of the crowd, expressing his own opinions with saliva flying.

Someone next to him tugged at his sleeve, making him unhappy.

"What's wrong? Do you dare to do it but not take responsibility for it?"

"No," the man lowered his voice, as if he felt embarrassed, "The person in the corner seems to be Xie Yan. His eldest son is here, so don't say anything."

Unexpectedly, after he said that, the man became even more excited, looking at Xie Yan as if he wanted to seek justice for Xie Zhenming.

"Am I wrong? How can a child not go home for more than ten years? They live in the same city, but he treats his father like an enemy. When will you kids understand this truth?"

Song Wanru had been paying attention to what was happening here, and when she heard this, she cried even harder.

"It's our fault that Xie Yan resents us, but Old Xie is really innocent. He has always wanted to reconcile with Xie Yan..."

When someone heard it, they immediately agreed.

"No wonder people say being a father is hard. Zhenming has never missed a thank-you banquet for his food, clothing, shelter and daily necessities since he was a child. He doesn't come home every day and only comes back after someone dies. Don't you feel ashamed?"

After listening to what these relatives said, Tang Wan really wanted to vomit out the breakfast she had this morning. What a fatherly way of speaking. They really thought that being a father would allow them to empathize with Xie Zhenming.

There are actually people who whitewash this scum. The whole world really dares to bully their Yanyan!

The two of them didn't say anything, they just didn't want to get involved in such a trivial matter and wanted to cut off ties with this group of people from now on. After all, who would be willing to step on dog shit?

Tang Wan sneered, not expecting that this group of people really thought they were weak, pitiful and without their own opinions.

"Who wouldn't feel ashamed? Xie Yan bought this cemetery, the tombstone was also bought by Xie Yan, and even the cost of Xie Zhenming's hospitalization for the next few months was paid by Xie Yan. You relatives didn't pay a penny, and you still have the nerve to say that others are ashamed. You are so indignant and think that others are not filial enough. What, you are the one buried there?"

The middle-aged man who was standing in the middle and was echoed by the other two comments immediately blushed.

"How can you talk like that, little girl? It's true that Xie Yan hasn't returned home to fulfill his filial duties for many years. He was a loner when he was young and didn't like to talk to relatives like us..."

"How do I speak? I speak with my mouth."

Tang Wan stood in front of Xie Yan. Raindrops floated over from the front and fell on Tang Wan's bangs. Xie Yan looked at her with a smile, silently stretched out his hand and raised the umbrella in front of her.

Tang Wan was so engrossed in the battle at this time that she did not notice the umbrella moving silently.

"You still know that you are relatives? Where were you when Xie Yan's tuition was deducted by Song Wanru? Where were you when he was abused by Song Wanru?"

"Now he's flattering us and saying we're relatives. So he was blind before, and he's shamelessly saying he's a filial son. How come he's disabled one moment and normal the next?"

"Also," Tang Wan turned her head and looked at Song Wanru who seemed a little confused, "Why is the relationship between Xie Yan and his father like this? You know better than me. Why are you being a pitiful stepmother here?"

"Who are you and why are you here? This is our Xie family's business and you don't need to care about it."

The faces of the group of people who were ridiculed turned blue and red, but every word Tang Wan said was right. They were so angry that they jumped up and down, but they didn't know how to fight back. A group of people stared blankly, and someone suddenly remembered that he had never seen Tang Wan.

Before they could say anything, they felt someone pulling their clothes back, and Xie Yan stood in front of Tang Wan, with the umbrella in his hand tilted towards Tang Wan's side.

The two of them are a perfect match no matter how you look at it.

"Uncle Zhang, I remember you still owe the company money. It's been decades now, so it's time to pay it back."

The person who was shouting the loudest immediately became complacent: "...Jun'er said that after he inherited the estate, he took pity on us uncles and aunts, and all those debts were written off."

Xie Yan raised his eyebrows, his eyes indifferent: "Didn't Xie Jun tell you that I am the one who inherited the estate, and now I am also your creditor."

"You, you, you guys..."

The man looked at Xie Jun and Song Wanru in disbelief, "How is that possible? Didn't Old Xie say..."

Xie Yan, with one hand in his pocket and the other holding an umbrella for Tang Wan, interrupted his surprise and said impatiently, "Uncle Zhang, you don't want to receive a court summons, do you?"

Xie Jun and Song Wanru, who used to be so proud of themselves, are now like two quails, afraid to speak.

The group of people immediately stopped talking and dared not say another word. After the ceremony, they left immediately.

"Let's go, the rain is almost stopping, we can put away the umbrella..."

Tang Wan clapped her hands in thanks for the banquet, and the two of them prepared to leave.

"Thank you," a hesitant voice came from behind, hoarse from crying, "Can you please not take the house back? Otherwise, we, mother and son, will really have no place to live."

Tang Wan turned her head and saw Song Wanru's haggard and aged face. Recently, she had received bad news one after another. Her face, which was originally as delicate as a girl, now looked as haggard as an old woman.

The originally arrogant Xie Jun was standing not far away. He also looked much more honest. He stood aside, not looking at the two of them, with his face turned to the side forbearing.

Tang Wan didn't say anything, just looked at Xie Yan. It was his business and only he could decide.

Xie Yan put one hand in his pocket and raised his eyelids, revealing a pair of deep and narrow eyes. He looked like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath, looking unstoppable and imposing.

He put away his umbrella and said in a calm voice, "I remember Xie Jun still has real estate under his name."

Song Wanru's heart skipped a beat. She looked at Xie Yan in disbelief: "You investigated us...Xie Yan!"

Seeing Xie Yan's expressionless face, her head started buzzing. Song Wanru reached out to grab Xie Yan, but Xie Yan dodged to the side. She rushed over like a madman, but was grabbed and pulled back by the assistant not far away.

Xie Jun, who was not far away, ran over here as soon as he saw that the situation was not right, "Xie Yan, what did you do to my mother?"

She yelled hysterically, "Xie Yan, you are so calculating! Now you won't even leave us a way out?!"

Xie Yan didn't say anything, he just put away the umbrella and prepared to take Tang Wan's hand and walk down the mountain.

"Thank you Yan," she struggled twice but found it was futile. Her legs went limp and she covered her face and cried bitterly, "Please give us the villa. I am also your mother, and Jun'er is also your brother..."

Seeing that Xie Yan was pulling Tang Wan further and further away, Song Wanru let out a shrill scream. Her hoarse voice echoed in the cemetery like the cry of a cuckoo, attracting the crows in the woods to fly up.

"Logan! Do you think you are an exception? He even schemed against his own father. You will regret it later!"

"He doesn't deserve a family!"

Tang Wan didn't say anything. She felt Xie Yan's hand holding her stiffen for a moment.