Chapter 1172: Chapter 1171: Succeeding

Wei An’s forehead vein throbbed uncontrollably, his lowered face twisted frightfully. He clenched his fists tightly, restraining himself from rushing forward to stab Tang Lan to death.

The damn nuisance of a woman.

“Auntie,” Wei An suddenly screamed in agony, accusatorily, “You’re my elder. How could you not help me by talking to my mom, let alone stirring up trouble between us? What are your intentions?”

Tang Lan was stunned, staring at Wei An as if she was seeing him for the first time.

Wei An… when did Wei An become so sharp, so… scheming?

“Auntie, I didn’t expect you to be this kind of person. I used to respect you so much.” Wei An’s face was full of accusation and disappointment towards Tang Lan. “I am my mother’s son. What’s your purpose in trying to destroy our mother-son relationship?”

“I… I didn’t…” Tang Lan intended to set the record straight, but the thought of Wei Fangyi being unable to afford the loss of face made her freeze. She looked at Wei An, even seeing mockery in his eyes.

Tang Lan blinked, the mockery that was there moments ago had disappeared; in its place was sorrow and disappointment.

The surrounding neighbors were also very displeased with Tang Lan. Arguing and fighting should be met with encouragement to reconcile, not with incitement to discord. And to think she’s Tang Qian’s own sister! Her intentions seemed too malicious.

“Tang Lan, you’re such a disappointment.”

“Exactly, how could you do something like that? You should persuade your sister instead!”

“Really, just save it!”

Lu Dongxin knelt on the ground, crying with heart-wrenching sobs, yet inside she was excited beyond measure. Wei An, this fool, was now getting clever; it was surprising to her.

“Alright! Enough with the noise, the two kids are wearing too little. It’s cold outside; what if they get sick? Hurry up and bring them inside,” ordered the lead senior official. Following that, everyone rushed to help Wei An and Lu Dongxin into the house.

A few of the older ones felt deep pity.

“Wei An, you’re so thin. Poor child, your mother has to nourish you well.”

“Thank you, aunt,” Wei An politely apologized, not knowing when he had started to imitate Jiang Yang’s charm to elicit sympathy.

When the crowd had entered the house, the three people standing on the outskirts were revealed.

Jiang Yang held Huo Beijiang’s hand, a small backpack on his back, his clear eyes staring intently at Wei An, the sharpness in them like piercing icicles. He didn’t like Wei An–didn’t like him at all.

“Cousin-in-law, is Wei An imitating you?” Huo Beijiang said, reveling in Schadenfreude, “Indeed, adversity fosters growth. After being the little tyrant for so many years, losing the Wei Family’s protection, Wei An has grown up in just two months. Congratulations!”

Jiang Yang pursed his lips, deciding to ignore his brother-in-law, and instead turned to Wei Fangyi, asking directly, “You’re just going to let them stay in your house?”

Wei Fangyi, taken aback by the question, had a complex look in his eyes.

“Why don’t you kick them out? Have you forgiven Wei An already? Or do you still consider Wei An to be your younger son in your heart?” Jiang Yang asked, surprised by the intensity of his own emotions.

“Jiang Yang, the situation is a bit complicated, and it’s indeed not right to drive people away now.” In fact, Wei Fangyi also despised the tactics of Lu Dongxin and Wei An. Any trace of tenderness and softness that he had felt when coming home had long since vanished.