"Mu Weilan?! Why are you here?"

All of a sudden, Mu Weilan heard the cold voice of a middle-aged woman. She turned around and saw her stepmother, Shen Qiu, coming in from outside.

The bitch couple upstairs heard the noise and looked downstairs.

A trace of panic flashed in Jian Zhe's eyes, "Weilan, why... why are you back?"

Mu Weilan curled up her lips and stared at Jian Zhe with a cold smile, "This is my home. Why can't I come back?"

Shen Wanyue, who was leaning in Jian Zhe's arms, curled her red lips and sneered, "Your home? This villa does not belong to the Mu Family now."

Mu Weilan frowned, "What do you mean?"

Shen Wanyue was wearing a short skirt and high heels as she walked down the stairs, "Ten months ago, your father, Mu Guangqing, jumped to death. He owed a lot of debt. If it weren't for my mother, this villa would have been mortgaged! So, the Shen Family is the owner of this villa now, not the Mu Family!"

He jumped... to death? How was that possible!

Mu Weilan grabbed Shen Wanyue by the collar and said with a pale face agitatedly, "Don't talk nonsense! How could my father jump to death? Make it clear!"

"What are you doing! Don't get physical! Mu Weilan, let go of me!"

Bang!

Mu Weilan was pushed violently to the ground by Jian Zhe!

Her whole body ached as if it had fractured!

She glared at Jian Zhe and Shen Wanyue with bloodshot eyes, "Give me back my father! Did you join forces to kill my father?"

"Enough! You are so shameless to mention your father. Where are you when your father is in trouble?! You disappear without a word for ten months and you never think of your father until now! Humph! Your short-lived father was forced to jump to death by his creditor!"

"No way! I've transferred 10 million yuan to his account! He wouldn't have been desperate to kill himself!"

"Ten million yuan? Humph, are you daydreaming?! Where'd you get 10 million yuan?"

Many questions were buzzing around in Mu Weilan's head. She stared at Shen Qiu's vicious eyes and a terrible guess flashed through her mind.

-Shen Qiu, her father's second wife and her stepmother, took the ten million yuan she had earned in exchange for her dignity and innocence.

These ten million yuan could have saved her father's life!

Mu Weilan's body and voice trembled with anger. She choked and said, "You take the ten million yuan and force my father to death, don't you?! You give my father back! You give my father back..."

She got up, quickly grabbed the fruit knife on the table and stabbed Shen Qiu and Shen Wanyue!

"Ah--! She's crazy! Jian Zhe! Stop this lunatic!"

Jian Zhe grabbed her wrist, and the fruit knife scratched her arm, then fell to the ground and was kicked far away by Jian Zhe.

Shen Qiu stared at her defensively and shouted angrily, "Wanyue! Go and take out her father's urn and return it to her!"

Mu Weilan looked at the urn in a daze with her mouth open...

It was her dad's urn... Was it really her dad in there?

Shen Qiu grabbed the urn and threw it into Mu Weilan's arms, "The cemetery is so expensive now! Keep it at home will bring us bad luck! Give it back to you! Don't say you know us in the future!"

Mu Weilan hugged the urn tightly, tears rolling down her face, "Dad... Why did you jump to death... Lan hasn't seen you for the last time. You said you'd wait for Lan to come back... You promised..."

"Take your father's urn and get out of here! Jian Zhe, throw her out!"

Jian Zhe violently grabbed her injured arm and pushed her out of the door. He also "kindly" threw a hundred yuan of cash at her. "Weilan, it's raining heavily. You should take a taxi and leave! Don't come here again!"

She held a hundred yuan in her hand, "Are you getting rid of a beggar?"

She tore the hundred yuan to shreds with her slender fingers and threw it in his face, "Jian Zhe! What you, Shen Qiu and Shen Wanyue have done to me, I will pay back to you a thousand times in the future at any cost!"

Jian Zhe frowned impatiently and slammed the door shut!

The wind from the closing door hit her small, pale face, making her extremely cold.

Mu Weilan carried the urn and walked in the heavy rain tiredly. In the dark night, her figure was pulled long and lonely...

"Dad, Lan will bring you home."

After a long walk on a rainy night, Mu Weilan suddenly knelt in the icy rain as she was too tired. She carefully protected the urn in her arms, protecting it from the rain with her slender arms. She lowered her bloodless face, and her lips curved slightly, "Dad, Lan can't walk anymore. We've lost our home... But one day, Lan will take you back to our real home..."

In the rainy night, a harsh light flashed over.

A black, low-key, luxurious limited edition Maybach stopped steadily after a sharp brake.

Inside the car, the driver looked out at the emaciated person who had fainted in front of the car, and said nervously, "President Fu, I hit a woman."

The man's grim face was hidden in the dim light and no one could tell his emotion. He said coldly, "Get her in the car and take her to the hospital."