Chapter 2516 - 2418: Vicious Woman

Wu Jun walked around the perimeter once, then wandered through the old house again. When he came out, his face was as somber as water.

"What’s wrong?" Seeing Wu Jun’s unusual expression, Wu Ya instinctively asked.

Wu Jun’s expression was full of anger, his fists tightly clenched:

"The stuff in the house is all moved, even the bed frames and cabinets are gone. Mom and Dad’s pictures were thrown on the ground and are destroyed beyond recognition."

Wu Jun’s voice exuded an indescribable coldness.

In fact, seeing the state of this old house, Huo Sining had long guessed this would be the result.

The door of this old house had fallen to the ground, leaving a big hole; how could there be anything intact inside that can be preserved? If there was, it would have long been moved away.

They haven’t been in the village for so many years. The villagers probably thought they’d never return to the village. It was just a broken old house; who would care?

Upon hearing Wu Jun’s words, Wu Ya was shocked, her whole body trembling uncontrollably as she angrily shouted:

"It was Auntie, it must be that wicked woman. Only she would do such a thing! She rented out the village’s forests without telling us, obviously intentionally keeping quiet to embezzle the rental money. And those mountain trees, she must have chopped them down and sold them. She’d surely do such things!"

After learning about the series of changes occurring in Xiakan Village at the tea plantation earlier this morning, Wu Ya had been holding back her anger because being cornered by thugs was already enough trouble, she was too shocked to bring it up at that time.

But standing in front of their family’s old house now, Wu Ya couldn’t control herself and finally burst out.

This was indeed a challenge for the young girl. After all, she was still young, without deep foresight, unable to tolerate everything.

Years ago, she suffered at the hands of that Aunt, enduring countless hardships. If it weren’t for her cleverness, she might have been completely ruined by that Aunt.

Though life has improved over the years, and she emerged from the shadows of the past, her hatred for that Aunt has never waned.

Now, returning to this long-lost village, those old memories resurfaced in her mind. Seeing the actions of that Aunt over these years, new grudges mixed with old hatred, Wu Ya couldn’t hold back.

Not just Wu Ya, even Wu Jun felt he couldn’t tolerate it.

Years ago, the Aunt tried to sell Wu Ya. Because Wu Ya had escaped, Wu Jun, out of consideration for their parents, remembered the familial ties and didn’t pursue the matter excessively.

But the two families had already severed relations because of this matter, becoming worse than strangers.

Wu Jun didn’t expect that after they left the village, the Aunt took his tolerance and forbearance as weakness, further exploiting them, which was too much to bear!

Wu Jun sneered and, unwilling to waste more words, jumped into the car and drove straight to his uncle’s house.

The car barreled down the road, arriving aggressively at his uncle’s courtyard gate.

His uncle’s house was only a few hundred meters away, but compared to Wu Jun’s family’s dilapidated old house, it was like night and day.

Wu Jun’s old house was just a row of brick houses, seemingly quite old, but his uncle’s was a two-story building with tiles on the outside, looking rather bright and impressive.

In the remote and impoverished Xiakan Village, such a house was extremely luxurious. Just seeing the house made it obvious this was a wealthy family.

It seemed this was the first time Wu Ya saw the building, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by anger.

"Brother, see? I always said that the wicked woman definitely stole our savings book. Your salary and demobilization fees from the army, Dad stored them in that book. Once, when I was searching for needles in Mom and Dad’s cabinet, I saw that book!"

Wu Ya was furious beyond control: "The morning after Mom and Dad were harmed, she was the only one who entered our house. I said she stole our book, but that woman wouldn’t admit it. You even said maybe the murderer took it, told me not to make unreasonable trouble with Auntie, but now, do you think I’m making unreasonable trouble?"

"If she hadn’t taken our money, could she build such a house? There’s no way Wu Kai, that good-for-nothing, could earn so much money!"

"She saw we would never return to the village, and since so much time has passed, she fearlessly used the money to build the house. That wicked woman is downright arrogant, even more malicious than Lei De!"

Wu Jun’s lips moved slightly, as if wanting to say something, but he found his words pitifully weak at this moment.

Actually, as a former scout, how could he not see his Aunt was lying?

He knew very well that his Aunt took the savings book.

But at that time, burdened with enmity, his future was uncertain, even planning to perish together with his enemies. Facing this greedy Aunt, he had to compromise and endure.

He didn’t know if someday he’d join his parents underground, leaving only his sister alone, how could she survive? Without parents or brother, his sister was alone in the world, how could she live? Besides uncle and Aunt, Wu Ya had no other relatives.

So Wu Jun thought then, maybe for the sake of the savings book, his Aunt might treat his sister a bit better, at least allowing her to graduate high school, learn more, and find a decent job to support herself.

But Wu Jun was still too naive at that time, having too optimistic a view of human nature, underestimating his Aunt’s greed and malice.

Even though he worked away from home, sending money to Aunt monthly, she still abused his sister, forced Wu Ya to drop out of school, and tried to sell her into the depths of the mountains.

Thinking back to four years ago at a chaotic bus station in Dali, where he found his frail sister, Wu Jun’s eyes couldn’t help but become sore.

Back then, his sister was living in constant fear, huddled in the phone booth, eyes filled with terror and despair. The instant she saw him, softly calling "Brother," always tightens his heart.

He didn’t dare imagine, if his sister hadn’t overheard Aunt with the trafficker’s conversation; if she hadn’t met Liao Agong, a kind-hearted old man who gave her money for a bus ticket to the city, maybe his sister’s life would have been ruined.