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

When they returned to the compound, Grandma Xia and the others were preparing to go home. Qiao Yi and Fang Yingdi were also about to sit at Grandma Xia's house for a while before leaving when Jiang Wenhua suddenly stopped them.

"This operation failed, and I know everyone is feeling bad."

Grandma Xia and the others were puzzled. It didn't seem like they were feeling too bad. After all, the enemy had already been disemboweled, so what was there to feel bad about? Except for Xia Yu'e, whose guilt, which had just dissipated, resurfaced.

Ignoring their bewildered looks, Jiang Wenhua insisted on following them into Old Lady Xia's house. With a wave of his hand, he said, "We need to do a post-mortem analysis. Why did we fail when we hadn't considered a certain step?"

Xia Yu'e awkwardly raised her hand, "It's all my fault, I..."

Jiang Wenhua immediately spoke up to stop her, "Auntie, you don't need to take this to heart. Neither Lao Xia nor I expected you to act this way. As the main person in charge of this operation, it is actually Lao Xia's fault."

Grandma Xia pointed to herself, "Huh? Me?"

Jiang Wenhua said seriously, "Of course, Lao Xia, what can I say to you? You need to start learning how to plan the whole operation from now on. You can't keep drifting along aimlessly, otherwise we will still fail in the future."

Grandma Xia retorted, "Then why don't you blame yourself? Aren't you also some kind of damn person in charge?"

Jiang Wenhua: "The core of this incident is your family. It's normal that I'm an outsider and don't know my Aunt Xia. But as her closest sister, you didn't even expect your aunt to do this. At the police station, you were only concerned with watching the show and the pleasure of cursing, and you didn't pay any attention to Aunt Xia, who is one of the main characters. You need to reflect on whether you care too little about my aunt?"

Grandma Xia fell into deep thought.

Since taking her sister home, aside from her daily meals, clothing, and shelter, she has rarely paid attention to what her sister is thinking. She simply assumes that her sister needs her help, but she is unaware of her sister's daily joys, sorrows, and true thoughts.

She was only focused on enjoying her sisterly time and her sister's unconditional acceptance of her, but she didn't really try to understand her sister. Jiang Wenhua's words this time made her realize that she needed to reflect on herself.

Seeing that Grandma Xia was silent, Jiang Wenhua knew that she was reflecting on her thoughts, so he said to Xia Yu'e, "Auntie, I'm not trying to criticize you, but you are also a member of our team. Next time you have any ideas, you should tell me and Lao Xia quietly, and don't act on your own."

Even if you don't have time to whisper it, you can shout it out. Old Xia and I have our ways. Don't try to do something big without telling us. Look at this time, you almost got into trouble. Money, although it's our lifeline, isn't as important as you. Tell me, what's our bottom line when we do things?"

Xia Yu'e was still bewildered by Jiang Wenhua's statement that she was also a member of the team when she heard his question. Like a primary school student being called on in class, she sat up straight with her legs together and asked in a clear but hesitant voice, "You want compensation? You want benefits?"

Jiang Wenhua immediately became heartbroken, "Auntie, are you even listening to me? The bottom line is that we all need to be safe and sound. We are the most important people. Do you think Lao Xia and I would let you suffer?"

He turned his head to Qiao Yi and Fang Yingdi, who both shook their heads, "Definitely not."

Jiang Wenhua affirmed the two of them firmly, "See, we need to trust and help each other, right?"

Chen Xiangbei shouted loudly, "Yes!"

“Very good. Now, let’s discuss Comrade Xiao Fang’s next anti-parenting action. It can only succeed, failure is not an option. Are you confident?” Jiang Wenhua became more and more excited as he spoke.

“Yes!” Qiao Yi and Fang Yingdi replied.

"Yes!" Chen Xiangbei replied.

"Yes?" Old Mrs. Xia replied, somewhat confused.

"Really?" Xia Yu'e didn't know whether she should participate or not; it seemed like there would be no point in her going.

The group whispered among themselves in the room until night, devising several backup plans. This made Fang Yingdi, who had paid for the services, feel particularly at ease, as if the money had been well spent.

Back home, Jiang Wenhua looked at his notebook, which contained many notes about their discussions that day, and felt a great sense of accomplishment. Although on the surface he appeared to be the leader, and the others were often guided by him, he knew how satisfied he was.

He used to fight alone, speaking his mind as he went, with only fleeting ideas in his mind. But today, he has truly found his organization.

He saw his mother lurking suspiciously by the bedroom door, glancing at him every now and then. But when he looked up, she stopped looking at him. Jiang Wenhua was puzzled. Although his mother didn't dare to talk to outsiders, she still communicated normally with him and his former stepfather's family. Where was she today?

"Mom, just say what you want to say. I'm your own son, what can't you say?" Jiang Wenhua asked directly.

Jiang's mother slowly walked out, glanced at him again, then looked away, her gaze shifting uncertainly. "Wenhua, I'm feeling a little uneasy. Why don't you go see your father sometime?"

Jiang Wenhua: "My dad? My own dad's grave? You're afraid his grave will be struck by lightning?"

Jiang's mother slapped him hard, muttering, "Children's words are innocent, children's words are innocent."

Jiang Wenhua said helplessly, "Mom, explain yourself clearly. Besides, I'm not a child anymore. What do you mean by 'childishly innocent'? What are you saying?"

Jiang's mother: "You...you child, of course he is your living stepfather. Go and see him. I'm worried something might have happened to him, and I can't help but feel uneasy."

Jiang Wenhua rolled her eyes. "Mom, what could possibly happen to my father? When he hit me, he hit me with enough force to carry a hundred sacks of rice at the docks. He's perfectly healthy. Besides, he has his own son. What could possibly happen to him?"

Jiang's mother pointed at him and asked, "Are you still holding a grudge against him for hitting you?"

Jiang Wenhua shook his head: "I don't. Why would I hold a grudge against him? He already gave me money. I won't hold a grudge against him."

Jiang's mother: "Your resentment is unjustified. What kind of child are you? You almost ruined your sister's good marriage. For that little bit of money, you almost destroyed your sister's lifelong happiness. Don't you think you should have hit them? I wanted to hit you back then. Now I feel sorry for them."

Jiang's mother clutched her chest, and as she spoke, she grew angry.

Jiang Wenhua had no choice but to admit her mistake: "Yes, yes, I was wrong. I was young and ignorant back then, and I shouldn't have been so reckless. I'll go see my dear uncle in a couple of days. Don't be angry with yourself, it's so late at night."

After receiving the reply, Jiang's mother turned and left, not noticing that Jiang Wenhua's mouth moved a few more times, as if he were cursing something, his expression filled with resentment.