Even Miss Young Has Apologized, What Else Do You Want?

Yue Xiaofei's words landed like thunder, exploding across the hall.

Facing the interrogation, Yang Jiaojiao panicked, her voice trembling. "Y... how do you know?"

Her mind was a tangled mess.

Half a year ago, her father Yang Guohua had mysteriously told her that he could secure the college entrance examination bonus points for the children of revolutionary martyrs, along with a sizable pension.

She had originally thought this matter was airtight and no one would ever investigate it.

Yet Yue Xiaofei was merely a poor student whose father was in prison and grandfather senile, incapable of making any waves.

Later, she used that money to buy bracelets, go traveling...

Never did she expect Yue Xiaofei to show up on their doorstep, knowing every single detail clearly!

"Brat, I have no idea what you're talking about!"

Wu Hongyan was far more seasoned than her daughter, quickly calming down as she planted her hands on her hips and shrieked, "What Ye Qingmei? What pension? I've never even heard of it!"

"Let me tell you, defamation is a legal offense!"

"Our Yang Family has plenty of money, and we can afford the best lawyers to sue you until you're completely bankrupt!"

Yue Xiaofei sneered, his gaze blazing like torches. "Never heard of it? Half a year ago, your own daughter posted on her Moments about using the pension to buy a bracelet and even showing off the college entrance examination bonus points!"

"If this wasn't taking my mother's spot, then I'd like to ask, who in your Yang Family is a martyr? Who died so you could get those bonus points?"

"I..."

Yang Jiaojiao was left speechless by the question, stammering and unable to string together a complete sentence for the longest time.

"Kid, we don't need to explain this to you!"

Wu Hongyan attempted to change the subject. "As for the Yang Family's business, is it your place as an outsider to point fingers?"

"Jiaojiao, let's go. Don't waste time here with a madman!"

She grabbed Yang Jiaojiao's hand and started heading toward the exit of the banquet hall.

"Leng Feng, stop them! No one is leaving until this is made clear!"

Sha Zhenjiang's voice rang out suddenly, low and authoritative.

Thud!

Leng Feng immediately stepped forward, blocking the path of the mother and daughter with a gaze as sharp as ice.

Although the mother and daughter did not recognize Sha Zhenjiang, they were cowed by the superior aura he exuded and dared not make a rash move.

"Speak!"

Sha Zhenjiang glared at Yang Jiaojiao, his tone allowing no dissent.

Unable to withstand the pressure, Yang Jiaojiao's body trembled, and with a sense of throwing caution to the wind, she screamed, "So I took the bonus points and the pension, what about it?"

"Isn't it just a dead person? The pension was just sitting there, it'd be a waste not to use it!"

"What's wrong with buying me a bracelet? That's its honor, and it's way better than wasting it on a poor wretch like Yue Xiaofei!"

"His dad's a criminal, does he even deserve to use a hero's money?!"

"You're asking for death!"

Yue Xiaofei could no longer hold back, his fists clenched so tight his knuckles turned white.

This woman's ugly visage refreshed his understanding of shamelessness!

"And the poverty subsidies!"

Yue Xiaofei took a deep breath and interrogated them once more. "Your family is so wealthy, yet you collected poverty subsidies for three consecutive years!"

"This money is meant for poor students who can't afford a meal or their tuition. What right do you have to take it?!"

He deliberately raised his volume.

He wanted to make sure Sha Zhenjiang heard clearly and saw the true faces of this mother and daughter.

"Hmph!"

Yang Jiaojiao sneered, her face filled with disdain.

"Poverty subsidies? Is that little bit of money enough for me to buy a bag?"

"What do I care if those poor students can't afford to eat? Who told them to have bad luck and be born into poor families?"

"Me taking that little bit of money is doing the school a favor!"

"Besides, so what if I use the subsidies to buy designer bags? That's still better than them using it to buy steamed buns!"

She spoke her true mind.

Far from feeling any shame, she felt entirely justified.

"Was your conscience eaten by dogs?"

Yue Xiaofei glared at her, gritting his teeth. "Those students only eat two steamed buns a day to save money, yet you squander their lifesaving funds!"

"How much is a conscience worth?"

Yang Jiaojiao rolled her eyes and said dismissively, "Can it be used to buy clothes or carried like a bag? I couldn't care less whether they live or die!"

"Enough!"

Wu Hongyan suddenly spoke up, cutting off her daughter.

She glanced at Sha Zhenjiang's gloomy expression, her heart skipping a beat as she realized that letting her daughter continue talking would only make things worse.

"Student Yue Xiaofei, I know you came here today for money."

Wu Hongyan turned to look at Yue Xiaofei, squeezing a hypocritical smile onto her face.

"That pension from back then was around two hundred thousand. Today, I'll double it and give you four hundred thousand."

"Let's just call it square. What do you think?"

As she spoke, she pulled a bank card from her purse and tossed it at Yue Xiaofei's feet.

It was just like shooing away a beggar!

"Here's the money, take it and get out. Don't come make trouble here ever again."

As if remembering something, she added, "Oh right! We also need to sign a confidentiality agreement. Once you take the money, you have to guarantee you'll never bring this up again!"

"Mom!"

Yang Jiaojiao panicked, tugging at Wu Hongyan's arm. "Why are you giving him money? He hit me, we can't let him off so easily!"

"Are you an idiot?!"

Wu Hongyan also lowered her voice, speaking in a volume only the two of them could hear. "As long as he takes this money, we'll have leverage on him!"

"When the time comes, we'll charge him with extortion and blackmail, and make him rot in a prison cell just like his dad!"

"Daring to cross our Yang Family means no good end!!!"

Yang Jiaojiao's eyes lit up as she instantly understood her mother's intent, a vicious smile blooming across her face.

She looked at Yue Xiaofei, as if already picturing him locked behind bars.

"Four hundred thousand?"

Yue Xiaofei's voice carried a hint of a tremor—not from excitement, but from fury.

"Do you think my mother's sacrifice and honor can be measured in money?"

"Do you think the dignity of those poor students whose subsidies you stole can be bought back with four hundred thousand?"

He walked up to Wu Hongyan and violently slammed the bank card right into her face!

"Keep this money yourself to buy your own coffin!!!"

"Then what on earth do you want? We've already given you money, what else could you possibly want?"

Yang Jiaojiao stamped her feet in frustration, her facial features twisting in anger.

Yue Xiaofei took a step forward.

His gaze was like a blade, piercing straight into the mother and daughter.

"Money? What you took wasn't just money!"

"You moved my mother's grave to the West District Sin Mausoleum!"

"Making her neighbors with criminals!"

"Subjecting her to contempt!"

"Subjecting her to grievance!"

"What kind of place is the Sin Mausoleum?"

"The most despised corner of Jiangcheng!"

"My mother is a hero!"

"A hero who saved the people of Handong!"

"What right does she have to suffer humiliation in a place like that?!"

Faced with this questioning, Wu Hongyan's face turned pale and green in turns.

She had not expected Yue Xiaofei to dig up the old issue of the grave relocation, and she quickly explained,

"When the grave was moved, all the other plots cost money. We figured we should save where we could, so... so we ended up in the West District."

"Xiaofei, it was our fault. I'll have Jiaojiao apologize to you!"

With that, she forcefully yanked on Yang Jiaojiao's arm.

Yang Jiaojiao looked utterly unwilling, but under her mother's prodding, she squeezed three words out from between her teeth.

"I'm sorry."

The three words were feather-light, completely devoid of sincerity.

It was like a perfunctory chore to check off a list.

"I don't accept it!"

Yue Xiaofei said with absolute finality. "What you did is unforgivable!"

"Even Miss Young has apologized, what else do you want?"

Yang Jiaojiao abruptly wrenched her hand free from Wu Hongyan and shrieked.

Her heart was filled with grievance and rage.

She was the young miss of the Yang Family, of noble status, used to everyone else catering to her whims—when had she ever lowered her head to anyone?

Apologizing to a poor punk like Yue Xiaofei was already the utmost charity and grace on her part.

And yet he still dared to spurn her kindness?

So ungrateful!

"Yue Xiaofei, what exactly are you trying to do? Stop dawdling here and wasting my time!" Yang Jiaojiao asked impatiently.

"It's very simple!"

Yue Xiaofei said, word by word, "First, the Yang Family must publicly acknowledge that you stole my mother's reputation and usurped the college entrance examination bonus points meant for a revolutionary martyr's child!"

"Second, immediately return the misappropriated pension, along with the poverty study subsidies you fraudulently collected for three years!"

"Third, your entire family must voluntarily go to the police station to surrender and face the judgment of the law!"