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Chapter 253 Wen Ling's Furious Outburst! (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
June 4th, a weekend.

A brand-new red Toyota drove out of the tunnel in Guangwu County. Bats hidden in the tunnel flew out with it, but because the sunlight was too dazzling, they instantly flew back into the dark tunnel.

Wen Ling gripped the steering wheel, feeling the powerful performance of the new car.

She had been driving since she was ten years old, and often stole her dad's keys to drive on the basketball court.

Of course, it was mainly due to the encouragement of his cousins ​​that he almost knocked over the basketball hoop, which earned him a lot of scolding from Wen Mo.

We picked up the car yesterday. Today is the weekend, so Wenling suggested we go back to the countryside to visit Yang Jinwen's grandparents.

Yang Jinwen had no objection; he hadn't been back for half a year.

The June sun was glaring. Wen Ling, wearing sunglasses, said as she drove, "Shall we not go back tonight?"

Yang Jinwen, sitting in the passenger seat, laughed and said, "If you dare not go back, Director Wen will skin me alive on Monday."

Wen Ling's eyes were hidden behind her sunglasses, and she pouted, "Why are you afraid of him? Besides, I even brought my pajamas."

Yang Jinwen raised an eyebrow: "Uh..."

"Let me tell you, Yang Jinwen, I'm a forensic doctor. I'm not a traditional woman. Before we get engaged, I definitely have to test you. How can I know if we'll be happy if I don't test you?"

These words left Yang Jinwen speechless. He clearly remembered that afternoon when Wen Ling had been hesitant and kept saying, "Come again next time."

He also understood that once a woman has a relationship with you, she has no taboos, like opening Pandora's box; the experience is indescribable.

Just then, a coal train rattled past on the mountain road, heading in the opposite direction from the car.

"Where is this train from?"

Yang Jinwen replied, "The trains transporting coal from Danan County."

"Denam? Never been there."

"Right in front of Guangwu County, in the 80s, the town was changed to a county. You must have heard of Danan Coal Mine, right?"

"I know, besides the Danan coal mine, are there also quarries?"

"That's right. If we're talking about the rich in An'nan City, these coal bosses from Dan'nan County are the richest. They drive luxury cars, live in villas, and keep mistresses."

"Are you envious?"

"How could that be? I am mortal with gambling and drugs."

Wen Ling nodded in satisfaction, but then she thought for a moment and realized something was wrong.

"Where's Huang?"

"We'll discuss this further."

"Tch." Wen Ling laughed and eased off the accelerator.

After exiting the tunnel, the road turned into a dirt road, or rather, a road full of gravel and pebbles, which made a crunching sound when the tires rolled over them.

They didn't get back to their hometown until almost noon.

Yang Jinwen's grandparents were already waiting at the intersection. They had a landline at home, and Yang Jinwen had called them before he came.

It was precisely because of this landline that the villagers maintained a relatively good attitude towards the elderly couple on the surface.

After all, anyone in an emergency will call or answer a phone call.

Grandpa and Grandma didn't really care about the phone bills; they didn't mind giving them more or less.

Besides her grandparents, there was also Yanzi. She stood at the front and saw a red car driving by. She crossed her arms and didn't dare to go forward.

Only after seeing Yang Jinwen did she immediately smile and say, "Brother, you're back! Sister Lingling, you're here too!"

"Oh, Swallow, it's been a year since I last saw you. Do you still remember me?"

"I will never forget Sister Lingling for the rest of my life because she is so beautiful."

Wen Ling was pleased with these words: "Yanzi is so good."

The car stopped in the yard, and Wenling got out and obediently called out, "Grandpa, Grandma."

Compared to the last time they came, Grandpa and Grandma seemed extremely happy this time.

She used to be my girlfriend, now she's my granddaughter-in-law; the relationship is completely different now.

Yang Bin's face was flushed, as if he had drunk fine aged wine and hadn't been this happy in years.

Grandma was overjoyed and readily agreed.

Yang Jinwen opened the trunk and took the gifts he bought into the house. He couldn't carry all of them by himself, so Yanzi helped him carry them.

Swallow had never seen anything so high-end before; even the box was so beautiful.

The weather was very hot, but the main room in the rural house was very cool. When Wenling entered the house, it felt like the air conditioner was on.

Yanzi was very diligent; she quickly ran into the kitchen and poured tea for Yang Jinwen and Wen Ling.

She was only nine years old, but she was like a little adult. However, she was dark-skinned and thin, and it was obvious that she had been helping with chores at home for many years.

Wenling took the teacup and immediately took out a large bag of candy from her bag for her.

"Your brother bought this for you."

Yang Jinwen tilted his head back and finished his tea: "It wasn't me, it was your sister Lingling who brought it for you."

The swallow's eyes sparkled, but it dared not reach out to take it.

Grandma said from the side, "Yanzi, take this."

Yanzi nodded: "Thank you, brother. Thank you, sister Lingling. Thank you, grandma and grandpa."

Yang Bin stood aside, pretending to be serious, and said, "Take it back and hide it well, so your parents don't give it to your brother again."

Yanzi lowered her head: "It was originally meant for my younger brother."

“Your mother took it all from you and gave it all to your brother. You didn’t get a single piece.”

"Yes!" Yanzi nodded.

Grandma sighed and said, "Alright, help Grandma cook."

"Okay," Yanzi replied, and timidly walked into the kitchen.

Yang Jinwen looked at the old man: "Are Uncle Yang and the others home? I also bought some things for them."

Yang Bin said irritably, "Don't mention him. Those two are no good. Yanzi was beaten up by them a few days ago, and she's still getting bruises on her back."

Yang Jinwen's face immediately turned cold: "Why did you hit her?"

"Didn't we harvest wheat and rapeseed a few days ago? The school gave us a ten-day break for the busy farming season. Yanzi was responsible for taking care of her younger brother, doing her homework, and cooking for the family."

The meal was cooked late, and the couple came back from the fields without having eaten. So they took some dry firewood from behind the stove and started hitting the swallow on the back. I heard the noise and ran over with your grandma. That Yang Jianhui was trying to hit me too!

Yang Jinwen's gaze sharpened: "Where is Uncle Yang?"

"It's the off-season for farming, so they said they went to work at the Danan coal mine."

Is your aunt home?

"Forget it, don't bother with her, she's just a shrew."

"Alright then," Yang Jinwen conceded.

Wen Ling listened while sipping her tea, without saying a word.

At lunchtime, the table was filled with farm-style dishes, including chicken soup stewed in a clay pot, which smelled delicious.

Grandma served Wenling a bowl of soup: "Wenling, be careful, it's hot."

"Thank you grandma."

Wen Ling took a sip and the chicken soup was indeed exceptionally delicious. Spring water is essential for making soup; tap water, even after treatment, simply doesn't have the same flavor.

"This soup is delicious, just as delicious as last time. You can't get this good in the city."

Grandma smiled and said to Grandpa, "Where's the wine in your room? Bring it out and have a couple of drinks with Wen Ling'er."

Yang Bin knew how formidable his granddaughter-in-law was; he could drink half a jin (250ml) of liquor, while Wen Ling'er could drink at least a jin (250ml).

He cleared his throat and said, "Why drink during the day? Let's drink tonight, okay?"

Wen Ling nodded: "I can't hold my liquor, I can't drink. Grandpa, please drink as much as you like."

This was blatant lying, and although everyone knew she was lying, her grandparents were very happy.

At least, Wen Ling knows how to handle things properly and understands that everything has its limits.

Grandma ladled a bowl of soup into a large bowl and then used a small bowl to serve some vegetables.

"Swallow, take it home."

The swallow nodded and stretched out its two hands.

Yang Jinwen wanted to help, but Yanzi said, "Brother, I can do it."

Seeing that she had picked up the two bowls steadily, Yang Jinwen said, "Be careful, they're hot. Come and eat after you get home."

"Okay." Yanzi carefully stepped over the threshold, holding the bowl.

Yang Jinwen sat down, picked up his chopsticks, and put some food in Wen Ling's bowl.

"Try the pumpkin, it's grown in the ground, it's very sweet."

"You eat too."

Grandpa said, "Give Wen Ling'er some meat, don't just eat vegetables."

Yang Jinwen smiled and said, "We've eaten plenty of meat, but we're just craving the vegetables from the countryside."

He had barely finished speaking when he suddenly heard a loud "bang"—the sound of a bowl shattering.

Then, the sounds of fighting and cursing came from the next room.

"Are you heartless? You're so clumsy, you almost burned your brother! I gave birth to you, but you're not even as useful as a dog!"

"Are you a stray dog? Always eating at other people's houses? I'm going to beat you to death!"

Yang Jinwen froze for a moment, put down his chopsticks, and stood up instantly.

Before he could even step out the door, Wen Ling was faster and rushed out.

Yanzi's house and Yang Jinwen's house are separated by only one wall, so they can hear any noise that is even slightly loud.

Wenling ran up the steps and stepped across the threshold, only to see Yanzi kneeling beside the square table, her mother holding a stick and striking her back repeatedly.

The swallow shed tears without uttering a sound.

Seeing this, Wenling's anger flared up instantly.

She rushed forward, snatched the wooden stick from Yanzi's mother's hand, and started whipping the woman.

"I'll let you hit me, I'll let you hit me! Come on, does it hurt? Tell me if it hurts."

Swallow's mother was immediately terrified. She had only ever seen people who tried to mediate disputes, never people who would start a fight over a mere disagreement.
She had met Wen Ling before and knew that this girl was always smiling and polite to everyone. Why would she start hitting someone right away?
Wenling slapped her several times, and she immediately snatched the stick away.

"What business is it of yours if I hit this crazy girl?"

Wen Ling pointed at her nose: "If you say 'crazy girl' again, believe me, I'll tear your mouth apart!"

"I'm disciplining my daughter!"

"A daughter is meant to be beaten? You're a mother, how can you be so heartless?"

When Yanzi's mother saw Yang Jinwen, along with her grandparents, enter, she plopped down on the floor and began to wail, "Your family is bullying me! You're taking advantage of the fact that my husband isn't home!"

She cried and screamed, clapping her hands on the ground, disturbing many neighbors.

Wen Ling glanced at her and cursed, "Crazy woman."

She pulled Yanzi up: "Get up, come eat with your sister."

Yanzi knelt still, shook her head, looked at her mother, and also shed tears.

Yang Jinwen stepped forward, squatted down, stared at Yanzi's mother, and said, word by word, "Auntie, if you keep causing trouble, believe me, I'll lock you up in the police station?"

"Go ahead and lock me up if you dare. Your family is bullying people, and I'll show everyone in the village that your family is the village bully!"

With a cold face, Yang Jinwen walked outside, took out his mobile phone, and made a call.

Yanzi was forcibly pulled up by Wenling and taken to eat.

After sitting down, Wenling flipped open Yanzi's clothes on the back, revealing new and old wounds overlapping, a shocking sight.

Wen Ling sniffed and asked cautiously, "Yanzi, does it hurt?"

Swallow shook her head: "It doesn't hurt."

Wen Ling sniffed: "You should say it hurts, not that it doesn't, silly child."

Seeing that the situation had calmed down, Yanzi's mother stood up on her own, took chopsticks from the kitchen, picked up the meat and vegetables that Yanzi had brought home, and ate the meat as if nothing had happened.

More than an hour later, sirens sounded outside the door, and a police car drove shakily into the yard.

When the police from the local police station came to her door, Yanzi's mother was completely dumbfounded.

(End of this chapter)