She won't clear her name; she'll throw away all the scum.

Back when he was still working at the textile factory, Tian Chengping had heard of Jiang Wenhua, but he didn't know what he actually looked like.

As the saying goes, ignorance is bliss. Tian Chengping unleashed a torrent of profanities at Jiang Wenhua, cursing even his ancestors for eighteen generations. Of course, part of it was directed at Old Lady Xia and his own mother, and Xiang Bei's small eyes were once again mocked.

Qiao Yi and Fang Yingdi were not spared either. Qiao Yi's eyes were red from being scolded, and Fang Yingdi was also affected, with people saying that she must be a bad person to be friends with someone like Qiao Yi.

Grandma Xia took a deep breath. "I can't take it anymore."

Jiang Wenhua shouted through the window, "Old Xia, a small act of impatience can ruin a great plan."

Old Mrs. Xia held onto Xia Yu'e tightly. She could only suppress her anger by shouting even more fiercely.

Chen Xiangbei, Qiao Yi, and Fang Yingdi watched as Old Lady Xia used words that were more refined but also more vicious than those used by Tian Chengping, while trying to avoid including Xia Yu'e in the insults. This level of verbal abuse was even more severe than her previous casual remarks.

It seems that reading really is useful.

After receiving a subtle wink from Jiang Wenhua, Old Lady Xia approached Chen Xiangbei and nudged him with her finger. Chen Xiangbei didn't react at first, until he saw his mother subtly gesturing towards the door, and then he realized it was time to call the police.

Sure enough, Tian Chengping was the first to lose his temper. He shouted, "I'll fight you to the death!" and tried to hit someone.

Jiang Wenhua was ecstatic. They had finally arrived. He shouted, "If you've got the guts, hit me! What's the point of bullying Lao Xia and those girls? You really are just like Lao Xia said, a coward. You don't dare to bully the men, so you take it out on the weak."

Enraged, Tian Chengping yelled and rushed out the door, punching Jiang Wenhua in the face.

Jiang Wenhua didn't even try to dodge, and took the punch squarely.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Chen Xiangbei pulling a policeman in, looking very anxious.

This compound was still under their jurisdiction, and the police officers were numb to the sight of the familiar faces.

Who exactly brought Comrade Xia and Comrade Jiang together?

Who is it?

A while ago, their bureau leaders gave instructions to pay more attention to serious incidents like group fights. At the time, no one thought of Old Lady Xia; after all, she was an old woman, divorced, and recently they heard she was living at the factory—what could she possibly be involved in?

Unexpectedly, troublemakers remain troublemakers wherever they go. Of the seven people here today, three are acquaintances of theirs.

Jiang Wenhua liked to report to the police for money.

Old Mrs. Xia liked to report to the police to seek justice.

Tian Chengping was released not long ago.

How did the three of them end up together?

The police officers were getting increasingly frustrated. This Tian Chengping had actually hit Jiang Wenhua! How dare he hit Jiang Wenhua!

This matter is very difficult to handle.

Their faces were as black as the bottom of a pot; none of them were easy to deal with. When they tried to mediate, they would each have their own version of the truth.

Especially Jiang Wenhua, many times they couldn't find a reason to object.

When Tian Chengping saw the squinty-eyed man bring over the police, he felt a pang of fear. He had indeed been detained before, and detention was no pleasant experience; he didn't want to go back in.

But today, he was in the right; that old hag had taken his mother away. Without the money his mother earned from washing clothes and doing odd jobs, he almost starved to death. Since he was about to starve, of course he had to go and get his mother back.

His past experiences had taught him that the person who showed weakness first would definitely leave a good impression on the police officers, so he took the lead in wailing, "Police officers, you have to get justice for me! I just want to take my mother back, what did I do wrong? Why are they stopping me?"

But he forgot that these police officers knew their true nature; they were completely unmoved by their show of weakness, their hearts as hard as iron.

Jiang Wenhua remained silent, only lying on the ground groaning in pain.

Seeing this, Old Mrs. Xia immediately pulled her sister out of the house. As soon as they stepped outside, her face fell. "Officer, I can't live like this anymore! This is my sister, his biological mother. He almost raised her to death. Look how thin she is! If I hadn't brought her here, she might have... almost..."

As she spoke, Grandma Xia began to wipe away her tears. She had never cried so sincerely before, and this time it really moved the police officer. "Comrade, please don't cry. We will investigate and find out the truth."

Grandma Xia sniffed. “I know you are good comrades, but I’m really heartbroken. My sister earns money by taking odd jobs on the street. She doesn’t have a city household registration, and her food rations haven’t been transferred here. She can barely survive on this little bit of money. But even so, her son, Tian Chengping, is still eyeing her money.”

"He'd been detained before, and before that, he even angered his own father to death. This kind of... this kind of beast..."

Jiang Wenhua coughed in time, interrupting Old Lady Xia's cursing.

Grandma Xia realized what was happening and immediately changed her tune: "Officer, we can't let him take her away. I'll take care of my sister, and I don't need her to pay for anything. I'm her own sister, why can't I take care of her?"

Then, pointing to Jiang Wenhua who was still lying on the ground, she said, "I just moved here and don't know anyone. When Tian Chengping came to cause trouble, I didn't know who to ask for help. Comrade Jiang is a kind-hearted comrade. When he saw that we were in trouble, he came over and said a few fair words."

“But look, he hit us after we only said a few words. He was on top of us and beating us. It was terrifying. If it weren’t for Comrade Jiang, his fists would have landed on us. My sister and I are old and frail. How many hits could we withstand? Just thinking about it terrifies me.”

Seeing that the police officers had begun to sympathize with them, Old Lady Xia squatted down and said, "Comrade Jiang, are you alright? If something happens to you, I really don't know what I'll do in the future."

Jiang Wenhua cried out in pain, acting very convincingly, "I feel a dull ache in my ribs, and my chin hurts too. Is it bruised? Could my bones be broken? Luckily, it was me who was hit. I'm still young and can take it. If it were you, Comrade Xia, who were hit, that would be a real problem. He didn't hold back at all; he hit me too hard."

Tian Chengping's eyes widened in anger, "You're talking nonsense! I didn't even hit his ribs, I only hit him once."

Old Master Xia was furious: "You're talking nonsense! What do you mean 'one time'? It was clearly several times! You're inhuman! You're too ruthless! If anything happens to Comrade Jiang, I will never let you off the hook!"

Tian Chengping truly felt wronged.