Quick Wear: The White-Eyed Wolf Punishment Plan

On this day, the entire Yan residence was decorated with lights and colors, and the lively scene was comparable to that of an official's wedding.

Yan Xinhou, the head of the Yan family, celebrated his 60th birthday at home.

All the prominent figures in Zhoushan City came to celebrate.

Yan Siqing leaned over from high above and saw Yan Xinhou's happy face, his head and face flushed from drinking, and his eyebrows slightly curved.

The next second, he kicked Yan Ziying who was at his feet down.

There was a loud bang, and the table, along with the food and wine, was completely messed up.

A frightened wealthy businessman with a big belly yelled, "Who! Who is this! They dare to disrupt Mr. Yan's birthday party!"

"Someone, drag this thing away, before it dirty the master's eyes," said Yan Ziying's mother. At this moment, she looked at the mess with disgust on her face.

Yan Xinhou's face turned dark and ugly, and he secretly wondered which enemy was looking for trouble with him today!

At the next table, a drunk guest suddenly burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, Mr. Yan, a beggar came to your sixtieth birthday. Could it be that God is hinting at something to you? It seems that you should do more good deeds in the future, otherwise, you will become a beggar too!"

These words were meant to make people feel that this scene was definitely designed by him.

Yan Xinhou looked at the beggar and felt as if he could smell the stench of these dirty people out of thin air.

Yan Siqing: It doesn’t necessarily come out of thin air. After all, Yan Ziying crawled most of the way here by himself.

Seeing that no servant had come, he angrily said, "What are you doing here? Clean up this place!"

"Yes, sir!" Two servants stepped forward, grabbed Yan Ziying's hands and tried to drag him out.

Yan Ziying's hand had been broken by Yan Siqing with a fragment before, and until now, the fragment still remained in his flesh and blood.

Just being touched would make one's life worse than death, not to mention being grabbed and dragged like this.

Yan Ziying immediately screamed in pain.

The whole head tilts back.

Do you think the Yan family recognized him?

Of course not. After the hardships Yan Siqing had gone through along the way, Yan Ziying was now dishevelled and looked no different from a beggar on the street.

The drunk old man's eyes sparkled as he laughed, "Look, Old Yan, this little beggar's hands and feet have been crippled. I'm afraid you will end up like this in the future, too. Hahaha, what a pity, what a pity."

"Old Ghost Wan! Try to scream like a ghost again!" Yan Xinhou finally couldn't bear it anymore and pointed at the old man and shouted.

As soon as he finished speaking, the beggar grabbed the brand new clothes he was wearing today.

"Dad..." Yan Ziying's voice was very soft, almost hoarse. He had only drunk rain water and water from mud puddles for more than half a month. It was really difficult for him to speak at this moment.

But the voice was so soft, the old man still heard it, "Ha! Old man, did I hear it right? This little beggar is calling you daddy, big beggar, hurry up and acknowledge this cheap son!"

Yan Xinhou's anger reached its peak at this moment. He raised his leg and kicked him away, "Get out of here!"

Yan Ziying was kicked and bumped into another table, knocking over the food and wine on that table, making a mess at the scene.

Yan Xinhou just felt a headache.

Yan Ziying's mother, Yan He, said hurriedly, "Hurry up and send them away."

He also gave the servant a 'get rid of' gesture.

The disabled Yan Ziying was sent away just like that. The old man who was talking walked out of the mansion while drinking wine, "Those who do too much evil will eventually perish."

Watching the old man leave, Yan Xinhou's eyes flashed with murderous intent, this old thing!

"Uncle, you are using the deceased's gold and silver to hold this birthday banquet. Aren't you afraid that they will come to you tonight to ask for it?"

This "they" naturally refers to the original owner's parents.

Yan Siqing flew from the beam to Yan Xinhou's front.

Yan Heshi: "You life-seeking ghost, money-loser, why are you back?"

Yan Siqing laughed: "Everything in the Yan family belongs to my parents, so why can't I come back?"

Yan He suddenly became anxious, and she pinched her waist and was about to argue with her, still using the same words she had used before to deceive and confront the original owner.

"Oh my God! When you were little, we took you home and raised you well out of pity for you. But you, an ungrateful person, didn't show any gratitude and instead wanted to bite us back. Ouch, ouch!"

After a few screams, he fell on the other lady, "How come I have such an ungrateful niece? Half a year ago..."

He chattered on and on about the incident with the hairpin half a year ago, but never mentioned their coercion. He only talked about how Yan Siqing was a bastard and stingy, and how eighteen years of raising him was not worth a broken hairpin.

Several ladies who had heard about this matter a long time ago did not respond at all. How could that hairpin be an ordinary hairpin? It was a hairpin that even the leader of Shangqing Sect praised.

Perhaps it was because Yan He cried so sadly that the elders in the clan wanted to show off in front of the mother of this gifted child. Or it could be that these old guys who were old but not brainy wanted to demonstrate their own authority, so they stood up and accused Yan Siqing.

"I've been in Shangqing Sect for half a year, but I haven't learned anything good. I'm still so stubborn!"

"Today is your uncle's birthday party, this is not the time for you to be petty. Go to the ancestral hall and kneel down. You will do it again when I mention it!"

“Can’t you learn more from your cousin? They both have the surname Yan, but why is one in heaven and the other on earth!” After saying this, he let out a long sigh in a very symbolic way.

Hearing this, Yan Siqing raised his eyebrows, "Learn! Of course I want to learn from him!"

After saying that, he simply grabbed the elder's beard and pulled it back.

Poor old guy, he probably didn't expect that he could still perform a difficult backbend at the age of sixty or seventy.

"Ah, it hurts! Let go! You uneducated thing!"

Yan Siqing was naturally obedient. She pulled hard and pulled off the beard and a large piece of chin skin.

When the timid guests saw this bloody scene, they screamed and ran away.

"Everyone...everyone," Yan Xinhou wanted to keep them, but no one paid any attention to him. The originally grand birthday party turned out to be like this in the end.

Tomorrow, he will become the topic of conversation and laughing stock in the mountain city of Jeonju after a good meal and a few drinks!

Yan Siqing shook the bloody thing in his hand and looked at the elder whose neck was covered in blood and who was grimacing in pain.

He smiled innocently, "I heard that when Yan Ziying was five years old, he could pull out three of your beards. Now I..."

Yan Siqing thrust his beard forward, hiding a terrifying smile behind it, "I wonder if you have learned the third level of Yan Ziying?"

The third elder pointed at her and wanted to say something, but the pain was so severe that he couldn't even open his mouth.

"Catch her for me!" Yan Xinhou's angry voice rang out, and the servants rushed up and surrounded Yan Siqing.

These servants were all familiar faces. Weren't they from Yan Ziying's yard? In the original owner's memory, these servants had helped Yan Ziying to humiliate the original owner.

It would be understandable if they were just following orders and had no choice, but that is not the case!

They are purely psychologically twisted. Having been servants and lackeys for too long, they find a sense of superiority over the original owner, who is supposed to be a young lady.

Every time they bullied the original owner, they felt a sense of pleasure as a superior.

Just for such a ridiculous and pathetic reason, the original owner suffered so much evil in vain. Now, all of it should be repaid!