Going home for Chinese New Year, I squeezed onto a bus with three energetic young women.

Bai Li wiped his swollen lips from the kiss and walked towards the Panamera parked by the roadside.

Several young women, cigarettes dangling from their lips, followed Bai Li with satisfied expressions.

I had just walked to the front of the car.

Lin Xiaoshuang leaped forward.

Her little bottom stuck out to the side and bumped directly into Chen Tingting.

Chen Tingting was knocked back half a step by the force of the impact, and was about to explode in anger.

"Go! Go! Go!"

Lin Xiao used both hands and feet to quickly open the passenger door and plopped inside:

"Sister Tingting! It's time to go to my house! This time I have to sit in the front!"

She unbuckled and fastened her seatbelt, then turned to her best friend in the back seat to set the rules.

"From now on, Big Brother is mine alone. None of you are allowed to touch him!"

Lin Xiaoshuang raised her baby face, her eyes full of a protective warning.

Chen Tingting opened the back door of the car, flicked the cigarette butt into the ditch, and rolled her eyes in annoyance:

"Fine, fine. Let's go back to your home, you're the boss."

Zhang Qian and Li Jiaxin also squeezed into the back seat, the three of them huddled together, their faces showing utter helplessness at being able to do anything with this girl.

"elbow!"

Lin Xiaoshuang pointed to the dirt road ahead, her eyes sparkling:

"Just keep driving straight, it'll be there in twenty minutes!"

A 20-minute drive isn't long.

The Panamera drove into a neighboring town.

Finally, it stopped in front of an old house.

This courtyard is even more dilapidated than Chen Tingting's mud house.

The rusted iron gate was crooked, and most of the glass shards on the wall had fallen off, giving it an air of poverty.

Lin Xiaoshuang pushed open the car door and was the first to jump out.

She ran to the trunk and took out nutritional supplements and her cell phone.

Bai Li and Chen Tingting were carrying meat.

The girl took out a key from her pocket and fiddled with the padlock on the iron gate.

As she unlocked the door, she shouted excitedly into the yard.

"Grandma!" Lin Xiaoshuang kicked the iron door frame with her toe:

"Your granddaughter has returned home in glory!!"

Unlike Chen Tingting, she didn't have the suppressed feeling of being apprehensive about returning home.

In Lin Xiaoshuang's world, logic is simple and brutal:

If you go out and make money, and find a handsome and wealthy boyfriend, the first thing you have to do is go home and show off.

She wanted all her neighbors to know that Lin Xiaoshuang had stood up.

The latch clicked open.

Lin Xiaoshuang pushed open half of the iron gate and turned to look at Bai Li who was walking over.

"hey-hey."

She playfully stuck out her tongue and explained:

"My grandma is getting old and is a little hard of hearing."

After saying that, she skipped and hopped across the dirt road inside the courtyard like a cheerful little sparrow.

Bai Li led three brightly dressed girls inside.

Before the group could even step onto the steps of the main house...

A discordant sound drifted out of the room:

"Oh dear, my sweet grandson, are you alright?"

"Grandma Lin, look at this broken bowl of yours."

"I almost cut my grandson's hand."

The voice was high-pitched and thin, with an unsettling artificiality.

Immediately following was a slightly hoarse, apologetic voice from an elderly person:

"I'm sorry."

These distorted and fabricated statements left everyone in the courtyard stunned.

Lin Xiaoshuang's steps froze on the spot.

Her baby face, which had been beaming with smiles just a moment ago, visibly fell into a slump.

She leaned close to the windowsill and peered through the crack.

Bai Li stood two steps behind her and could also see the scene inside the room.

On the dim, muddy ground, there was a pile of white porcelain shards with blue flowers.

Judging from the pattern, that bowl has been used for many years.

Next to the broken porcelain shards stood an old woman with a horse-like face.

She was bending over, holding a chubby little boy's hands and examining them over and over.

That chubby little boy has a robust and chubby face; he's clearly been pampered and spoiled at home.

At this moment, he showed no remorse for smashing other people's things; instead, he had an indifferent look that seemed to invite a beating, and was still kicking the larger pieces of porcelain with his dirty sneakers.

Grandma Lin held a broom in her hand, her back hunched as she swept continuously.

The sequence of events is clear.

A naughty child ran into someone's house and broke a bowl.

This old woman with the horse-like face not only didn't stop or apologize, but instead accused the other person of using a poor-quality bowl to extort money from her grandson's precious body.

Lin Xiaoshuang pressed her knuckles tightly against the windowsill.

"Fuck you."

Lin Xiaoshuang gritted her teeth:

"It's that idiot old lady Ma next door, and her damn grandson who deserves a beating."

In just this instant.

The little girl who used to act cute and flirtatious in front of Bai Li, as soft as a ball of cotton, has disappeared.

The woman who returned was a street hustler who had spent years on the streets.

She turned around, walked to the door, and pushed it hard.

"boom--"

The wooden door shook so hard that dust fell from the ceiling.

The old lady and the chubby boy inside the house were startled by the sudden slamming of the door and turned their heads in unison.

Grandma Lin, who was sweeping the floor, also stopped what she was doing.

She looked up and gazed out the door, following the direction of the backlight.

When the old man saw the small figure with a head of blond hair, his cloudy eyes lit up.

"Xiao Shuang is back?"

Grandma Lin's tone was full of surprise and delight.

Soon, her view was filled by a large group of people who came in from behind.

Bai Li, dressed in an elegant trench coat, stepped across the threshold, her peach blossom eyes giving the unruly child a disapproving look.

The three girls following behind him, with red hair, purple hair, and blue hair, were all dressed in eye-catching and fashionable clothes.

Everyone was carrying something that looked quite valuable.

Old Mrs. Lin had never seen anything like this in her entire life:

"What are these?" she asked tentatively.

Lin Xiaoshuang strode over and threw her phone and nutritional supplements on the table.

She took her grandmother's hand, her voice clear and bright:

"Grandma, I earned money!"

"I'm back this time to bring my boyfriend and my friend to see you."

Grandma Lin was so overwhelmed by the amount of information that she was speechless for a long time.

Lin Xiaoshuang had no intention of setting aside time for a sentimental reunion.

The good news had barely left his lips.

Lin Xiaoshuang turned around immediately.

Her baby face tightened, her eyes flashed with ferocity, and she pointed at the chubby boy, launching into a tirade:

"Your mother is dead?!"

Lin Xiaoshuang speaks extremely fast:

"It's not mealtime, why are you taking my bowl?"

That chubby kid was used to running rampant in the village and would bully any honest person he encountered.

I've never seen a socialite like this who comes in and immediately gets so close and aggressive.

He was intimidated by the scene and shrank back, involuntarily retreating behind Old Lady Ma's waist.

Lin Xiaoshuang took a step forward.

"You stinky neighbor." She launched a personal attack without holding back.

"So you're too poor to afford pots and pans? You've come to my house begging for food, haven't you?"

Li Jiaxin leaned against the door frame, her arms crossed over her chest, her large eyes beneath her purple hair radiating coldness.

Chen Tingting took out a lighter from her pocket and fiddled with it in her hand.

None of them intended to mediate the fight; they were all fiercely protective of their own.

Lin Xiaoshuang pointed her shoe at the broken pieces on the ground, issuing her final ultimatum:

"You broke my bowl, pay for it!"

Old Mrs. Ma's horse-like face turned pale and then red as she was scolded.

She's relied on her age and seniority her whole life; who wouldn't give her some leeway?

Today I actually got lectured by some young girl.

Grandma Ma shielded her grandson behind her, straightened her back, and her sharp and sarcastic tone came out in full force:

"Grandma Lin!"

Old Mrs. Ma rolled her eyes and began to speak in a sarcastic, drawn-out tone:

"Is this the wonderful granddaughter you raised from a young age?"

"He comes back spewing filth the moment he gets back; what kind of lowlife tricks did he learn outside?"

Then she continued to argue and make trouble.

"Besides, he's still a child!" Old Mrs. Ma argued vehemently, trying to crush the other party with her moral high ground.

"You're an adult, why can't you let him have his way? Why do you have to argue with a child?"

If these words were spoken by city dwellers who care about their image, they would probably just swallow their pride and accept it to avoid being accused of being petty.

But the word "decency" has never existed in the dictionary of this "spirited young woman".

Trying to morally blackmail them?

No way.

As long as I have no morals, you can't hold me hostage.

Lin Xiaoshuang didn't even give him a moment to process it:

"We won't allow it, so what?"

Lin Xiaoshuang stared straight ahead at Old Lady Ma's face, without glancing to the side.

"Your daughter, that slut, gave birth to a child that broke my bowl."

"You're going to blame my bowls for being of poor quality? They almost hurt him!"

The sarcasm on the baby's face was almost overflowing.

She continued speaking, giving the other person no chance to interrupt:

"I think humans should have less sex. They create so many idiots and then don't care, just releasing them all to disgust people."