Chen XiaoHui hadn't divorced Wang Jun Feng yet when he passed away, and now she owns half of his assets.
On this day, Li Man accompanied Chen XiaoHui to Wang Jun Feng's former residence. Chen XiaoHui still had some belongings there and wanted to sort through them.
Wang Jun Feng's house was a large flat with an area of 165 square meters.
He had bought the house in full, and Chen XiaoHui had been living there with him since they got married.
Now that Wang Jun Feng had passed away, Chen XiaoHui wanted to sell the house and give half of the proceeds to Wang Jun Feng's parents.
However, when they took the elevator to the upper floor, Wang Jun Feng's parents and their relatives and friends blocked their way at the entrance.
They all held wooden sticks and shouted at Chen XiaoHui, demanding that she leave.
"You wicked woman! You murdered your own husband, and yet you have the audacity to come here and claim the property. Do you think our Wang family is powerless?" Wang's mother cursed at Chen XiaoHui.
"And you, you killed my son! You, this murderer, dare to come here? I'll make sure you regret it!" Wang's mother said and swung the stick towards Li Man, hitting her with it unexpectedly.
Li Man didn't anticipate being assaulted and couldn't dodge in time. She took a hit and tears streamed down her face from the pain.
Wang's mother intended to strike again, but Chen XiaoHui grabbed the stick. "Enough! It was your son who wanted to kill us, not the other way around. If he hadn't come to kill us, how could he have died?"
"Spit!" Wang's mother spat in Chen XiaoHui's face. "You have the nerve to say that? You shameless harlot! You deserve to die! Why wasn't it you who died instead? Why did my son want to kill you and not someone else? You conniving witch, you jinx! Why don't you go die!"
Chen XiaoHui wiped the spit off her face and said, "I don't want to argue with you..."
"Spit!" Wang's mother spat in Chen XiaoHui's face again. "What right do you have to argue with me? You killed my son and now you want to claim his property? You wicked woman, you worthless whore! How dare you show your face here!"
Wang's mother grew more agitated as she spoke and reached for Chen XiaoHui's face with both hands. Chen XiaoHui and Li Man quickly raised their hands to defend themselves.
The people inside the house saw Li Man fighting back and rushed out, brandishing their sticks towards her.
Li Man was frightened and pulled Chen XiaoHui along as they ran. Chen XiaoHui was terrified as well, and they supported each other as they ran as fast as they could, not even daring to retrieve their lost shoes.
Fortunately, those people didn't chase them for too long. They gave up halfway.
"Hoo... Hoo..."
Li Man ran down from the eleventh floor and collapsed from exhaustion. She sat on the ground, gasping for breath.
Chen XiaoHui sat down next to her, panting heavily. "Oh my god, it scared me to death. That was so terrifying."
Li Man also panted heavily and said, "Thank goodness I ran fast, or they would have beaten us to death."
"Yeah, it was so scary. I'll never come here again," Chen XiaoHui said, patting her chest.
"You can't do that. Don't you want the money?"
"Chen XiaoHui waved her hand dismissively, 'Forget it, I don't want it anymore. Let them do whatever they want with the money. It's not my concern anyway. If they don't want it, then so be it.'
Li Man chuckled, 'You're quite generous. That property alone could easily sell for eight or nine million. Even if you take half, you'd still have at least three or four million. You could buy a small-sized apartment and live there with your daughter.'"
