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

The moment Yu's father opened the door, an enraged Zheng Qianlan pounced on him and began hitting him relentlessly.

"Shrew, shrew!" Yu's father fought back frantically, but Zheng Qianlan's attacks were so fierce that he couldn't even open his eyes for a moment. Apart from cursing a few times, he was completely defeated by Zheng Qianlan.

Grandma Yu was stunned by the report that Grandma Xia mentioned. That was the last hope of the Yu family. These people are so heartless that they actually want to destroy their last hope.

Zheng Qianlan, that wretched woman who can't bear a son, that wretched woman who wants to wipe out the Yu family line—if we hadn't made her run away with the child back then, the grass on her and that little bitch's graves would be several meters high by now, and they wouldn't be here to cause us trouble.

Grandma Yu's eyes were filled with regret. She regretted not taking good care of Yu Yan or treating Zheng Qianlan well, but rather that she had let them escape because she hadn't kept an eye on them and hadn't had time to kill them.

Those two bastards.

When Grandma Yu saw Zheng Qianlan beating her son to death with all her might, she rushed over to help, but before she could take a step, Qiao Shan, who had been standing silently to the side, grabbed her by the back of her collar and pulled her back.

Grandma Yu looked like a weak and helpless little chick, appearing very helpless next to Qiao Shan.

"You're bullying us! What right do you have to bully my son and me? Just because you're strong and fierce, you think you can bully people like this? My son is going to be beaten to death!"

Grandma Xia gave Qiao Shan an approving look, and Qiao Shan's face turned a little red. He was... was he being praised?

"What are you bullying? Who saw it?" Old Mrs. Xia asked loudly.

Besides the beaten father, only the screaming grandmother was present. Everyone shook their heads, saying, "We didn't see anything."

Chen Xiangbei added, "Isn't this Comrade Yu Yan's house? Weren't we here to have a get-together? Oh dear, how did Uncle Yu get herself hurt like this?"

Yu Yan chimed in, "My dad has trouble seeing at night, so it's normal for him to fall and get bruised and battered. Dad, let me help you."

She rushed over and helped her mother hold down Mr. Yu so that she could hit him more easily.

Finally, when Yu's father got up, he couldn't even open his eyes. His whole face was swollen, and he had many injuries on his body and face. Even taking a step was painful. What hurt him even more was his ankle, which seemed to have been broken by that bitch Zheng Qianlan. He broke out in a cold sweat with the slightest movement.

But Zheng Qianlan just stared at him menacingly, and he didn't dare to make a sound, afraid that this crazy woman would rush over and hit him again.

Yu's father secretly hoped that these scoundrels would get out of his house as soon as possible. He had only brought Yu Yan, this wretched girl, home, so why was he the only one being beaten? His mother wasn't even as badly injured as him.

What's wrong with a father wanting his daughter to come home? Why does he have the right to hit her? Yu's father thinks Zheng Qianlan is the most unreasonable woman in the world, completely forgetting why he brought Yu Yan home in the first place.

He's now preoccupied with the fact that he was beaten for no reason and has nowhere to seek justice.

If he reports it to the police, these people might become desperate and report his adopted son. His son is going to be a worker, marry a worker, and have a grandson with the surname Yu. Then his life won't have been in vain.

Even though he was so weak, helpless, and pitiful, that crazy woman Zheng Qianlan still wouldn't let him go. Seeing her approach again, a look of terror flashed in Yu's father's eyes.

"What else... do you want to do?"

Zheng Qianlan gritted her teeth and said, "Come with me to get a divorce tomorrow. Yu Yan will be mine, otherwise I'll bring people to beat you up again."

Yu's father was very unwilling. Yu Yan was his daughter, and his son needed her help to get married. If she went with Zheng Qianlan, how could he ask her for money in the future, and how could he rely on her to earn a dowry?

Without a bride price, he wouldn't be able to give his son money, and his son wouldn't acknowledge him anymore. This would be a devastating disaster for Mr. Yu; it was absolutely unacceptable. Thinking of this, Mr. Yu started blaming Mrs. Yu again. If those daughters hadn't died, they could have raised them to this day and collected a considerable amount of bride price.

He said his mother was short-sighted and had long hair. How much could a girl eat when she grew up? She could work when she was a little older and earn a lot of money doing odd jobs. If so many of them hadn't died, Zheng Qianlan wouldn't have made such a fuss with him. Maybe Yu Yan would have another son later, and there would be no need to rely on someone else's son.

After figuring things out, Mr. Yu glared at Mrs. Yu several times, blaming it all on his mother's lack of common sense, which had led him to this predicament.

Zheng Qianlan was still waiting for his answer. He couldn't delay any longer; if he didn't speak, Zheng Qianlan's fist would hit his eye again.

Despite his initial fear, Yu's father mustered his courage and said defiantly, "I can divorce you, but even if Yu Yan dies, she will still be a daughter of the Yu family."

After saying that, he closed his eyes, and immediately felt Zheng Qianlan's fist land on his nose, and two streams of blood immediately flowed from his nose.

"You...how dare you hit me? I already agreed to a divorce. But Yu Yan..."

Before she could finish speaking, Zheng Qianlan said viciously, "Have you ever cared for Yu Yan for even a single day? I took her out before I even finished my postpartum confinement period after she was born. Do you even deserve to be her father?"

Mr. Yu: "She is registered in my Yu family's household registration. She is my daughter. Even if I never raised her, blood is thicker than water."

Zheng Qianlan threw another punch: "Blood is thicker than water, my ass."

Mr. Yu was truly determined to fight for his son outside the marriage. "Even if you don't acknowledge it, she is still my daughter. Even if you beat me to death today, she is still my daughter. I will never let go."

At this moment, Jiang Wenhua suddenly walked over and said, "Is it possible that Comrade Yu Yan is already an adult? Even if you decide who she belongs to now, it won't matter. She can make her own decisions, live with whomever she wants, stay at home if she wants, or stay in a dormitory. Moreover, the bride price should be hers to keep and give to whomever she wants."

Mr. Yu turned around abruptly, “She’s registered in my household.”

Jiang Wenhua: "If she transfers her household registration to the factory, that's fine too, you can't stop her. If you want to stop her, then we'll report your sons outside one by one."

Yu's father's expression grew increasingly panicked; he felt things were going beyond his previous understanding. In his mind, as long as the household registration was in his hands, only he could decide Yu Yan's marriage. Even if he was divorced from Zheng Qianlan, he was still Yu Yan's father, and he could decide her marriage, and the bride price should belong to him.

But now, whether it's her household registration or her marriage, she's being threatened with being reported, and he has no way to refute it.