After the divorce, I trained my dog, and the scumbag father and son knelt down at my door.

With a worried look on her face, Yan Ziming deliberately stirred up trouble, "Brother Yuchen is still injured. Why did Miss Yan suddenly invite him to the orphanage so late at night?"

"What if it worsens Brother Yuchen's injuries?"

"Hmph! What else could she be doing?" Dong Yan sneered disdainfully. "Shameless, trying to seduce my son!"

It took so long and a lot of work to install it.

Now you've finally couldn't resist showing your true colors!

“Then…” Yan Zimo bit her lip in grievance.

Before she could say anything more, Dong Yan changed the subject and excitedly grabbed Yan Zimo's hand, "Momo, great, our chance has come."

"What?" Yan Ziming looked somewhat bewildered.

At this point, she was blinded by jealousy and had lost all rational thinking.

"Deceiving the heavens and crossing the sea, substituting one thing for another!"

Following Dong Yan's train of thought, Yan Ziming gently pondered these eight words.

The next moment, her eyes lit up.

Yes.

As long as they get to control that little bitch Yan Niannian first, they can then take her place and have a nice night with Zhuo Yuchen.

Raw rice is cooked.

Everything falls into place.

Afterwards, if Zhuo Yuchen were to investigate, she could pin everything on Yan Niannian, the instigator.

As an innocent victim, she would instead receive Zhuo Yuchen's pity and sympathy.

Great.

The thought that Yan Niannian's efforts had ultimately benefited her made Yan Zimo excited...

……

Meanwhile, at the same time, in a remote mountain valley.

Yan Niannian walked out of the house and into the courtyard.

Perhaps because the courtyard wall was too high and the gate was locked, she couldn't get out at all.

Or perhaps even if she left the courtyard, she wouldn't be able to escape this mountain valley, so He Baoli didn't tie her up and allowed her to move freely inside and outside the house.

Cluck, cl ...

Just then, the sound of a rooster crowing caught Yan Niannian's attention, and she subconsciously turned her head to look.

Five hens were kept in the chicken coop in the corner.

Not exactly thin, but stretching his legs and arms, pecking at the chicken feed, he looks quite leisurely.

Yan Niannian revealed a thoughtful expression.

She wasn't usually a glutton, but at that moment, she took a liking to these hens.

A remote and impoverished area.

A few steamed buns are not enough to fill our stomachs. Without the strength, how can we escape this hellish place?

Just as I was thinking to myself, suddenly there was a "creak" as the lock was opened from the outside, and then the large wooden door was pushed open.

Yan Niannian subconsciously turned her head to look.

The woman who walked in was an elderly woman who was nearly fifty years old.

The old woman had a red scarf wrapped around her head, and her linen clothes were loose and faded from washing. She carried a basket in her hand.

The basket was filled with wild vegetables that had just been dug up.

only……

The old woman had an unpleasant appearance; she had triangular eyes, high cheekbones, and a face with very little flesh.

He's obviously a person with ulterior motives.

Moreover, her features bore a resemblance to He Baoli's, making it easy to guess the old woman's identity at a glance.

She should be Xiaojun's biological grandmother.

"Oh!" Upon seeing Yan Niannian, the old woman's squinting triangular eyes gleamed with calculation. She tiptoed and rushed to Yan Niannian's side. "You are the daughter-in-law my son brought back for me!"

"Tsk tsk, not bad, not bad, the appearance meets my requirements."

Grandma Xiaojun spat as she spoke, staring unabashedly at Yan Niannian.

That look...

He was both brainless and arrogant, and so sleazy that it made people feel very uncomfortable.

Yan Niannian frowned involuntarily.

At this moment, Grandma Xiaojun tiptoed around to Yan Niannian's back, and paused for a moment when her gaze fell on Yan Niannian's waist and below.

Then, the old lady's lips drooped, and she muttered, "Why is her bottom so small? I'm afraid she won't be able to have children!"

“Hey! Let me tell you, if you can’t give me three or four grandsons, even if you kneel down and beg me, I won’t let you into the He family.”

Dissatisfied, she reached out and slapped Yan Niannian's buttocks.

The subconscious action clearly carried a sense of humiliation.

"Hmm?" Yan Niannian's face darkened, and she quickly dodged to the side, avoiding the filthy groping hand.

"Ouch!"

The old lady lost her balance and lurched forward, almost falling over.

"Are you sick?" Yan Niannian glanced at the old lady coldly.

"You...you..." Grandma Xiaojun stared at Yan Niannian in disbelief, her ferocious expression freezing for a moment, and she even forgot to utter the curse.

She was shocked.

Because their thinking is still relatively backward, they still retain the dregs of the past.

Between a mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, the mother-in-law is the boss, and the daughter-in-law is just a punching bag.

If things don't go your way, swearing a few times is the least of your worries.

Having endured the hardships of being daughters-in-law, the phrase they often utter is: "Daughters-in-law are born with a lowly nature; if you don't discipline them for three days, they'll be climbing on the roof and tearing off the tiles."

No daughter-in-law has ever dared to treat her mother-in-law like that.

However, the old lady quickly realized what was happening.

This woman came from outside. Her appearance and temperament were clearly different from the women here, so it's no wonder she seemed a bit rebellious.

But it doesn't matter. As someone who's been through it all, she's best at tormenting her daughter-in-law.

There is ample time.

Just put things away gradually.

Thinking of this, Grandma Xiaojun snorted coldly, "I can't be bothered to argue with you."

After saying that, she tiptoed to the small stool next to her, sat down with a thud, and kicked off her cloth shoes.

Instantly, a sour and foul smell filled the courtyard.

Very pungent.

Yan Niannian frowned in disgust and quickly took a step back.

The old lady, oblivious to the slightest impropriety, instructed Yan Niannian, "You've been digging for wild vegetables all day, you're exhausted, they're incredibly sour."

"Daughter-in-law, come here and give me a foot massage."

"Ah!"

Staring at that wrinkled face, Yan Niannian almost laughed out of anger.

This inevitably reminded her of someone else.

Dong Yan!

The former has always looked down on her, acting arrogantly, and for so many years, he has refused to acknowledge that he is her mother-in-law.

And what about this old lady?

She eagerly volunteered to be her mother-in-law, overestimating her abilities and getting into character so quickly it was almost laughable.

The two figures faintly overlapped.

Different upbringings, different identities, but the same thing: they are all disgusting and hateful.

"Old lady!" Yan Niannian sneered, fanning her nose in disgust. "What are you dreaming about? You'd be better off thinking about how to eat farts more easily."

Do as the locals do.

Yan Niannian tried to use vulgar language as much as possible so that the old man could understand her.

"You...you..." Grandma Xiaojun jumped up, her finger trembling as she pointed at Yan Niannian's nose, her lips quivering. "You little slut, you've committed a heinous crime! You've committed a heinous crime!"

She raised her hand as she cursed.

He tiptoed forward, ready to teach Yan Niannian a lesson.