My older sister, born in the 1970s, stole my marriage; I took my three treasures and blew up the fam

"Mom! Foot soak! Great-Grandma says soaking your feet with ginger slices can relieve fatigue!"

Da Bao brought over an iron basin and picked up a kettle to pour water. Ruan Tinghe knew he was strong, but was afraid he would get burned by the hot water, so she quickly took the kettle and poured water for herself.

Da Bao brought over a pot of cold water and told Ruan Tinghe to adjust the water temperature herself.

"Mom, it needs to be a little hotter."

"Okay, my dear!" Ruan Tinghe obediently did as Da Bao said.

After adjusting the water temperature, Da Bao helped her take off her shoes.

Ruan Tinghe quickly took off her shoes and put her feet in.

The warmth enveloped my feet, relieving my fatigue.

Da Bao took a few slices of ginger out of his pocket and threw them in, then squatted down beside the basin.

"Mom, let me give you a massage!"

Ruan Tinghe scooped up Da Bao with one hand; it was rare for her to actually let her three-year-old give her a massage!

"Okay, Mommy's ticklish, you don't need to massage me, just be a good girl."

Da Bao was a little unwilling. His mother worked so hard, and he really wanted to help her.

"Mom, I'll find you some pajamas and a towel!"

Da Bao wasn't tall enough, so we had to move a stool over, open the wardrobe, and find clothes inside.

Just then, Xiao Bao returned.

Holding a spoon, she climbed back onto Ruan Tinghe's lap, "Aww!"

She smugly scooped up a spoonful of rice and held it to Ruan Tinghe's lips.

Erbao looked at his older brother, then at his younger sister.

Her eyes welled up with tears of grievance.

How can he be so stupid? He doesn't even know how to make his mother happy!

Her fingernails unconsciously dug into the back of her hands. These hands, besides being good at drawing, can only do some simple housework.

But then he looked at the clean floor and the neatly made bed.

Oh dear, he's so stupid! He can't do anything. Will Mom not like him anymore?

Ruan Tinghe had a premonition, and sure enough, she saw Erbao with red eyes, huddled to the side, pinching his own hand.

"Second child, can you draw something for Mommy?"

Erbao perked up, raised his bright eyes, and looked at Ruan Tinghe expectantly.

While eating, Ruan Tinghe asked, "Can I draw a bow?"

"Okay, Mom!" Erbao picked up his little drawing board, pulled up a small stool, and sat down in front of Ruan Tinghe.

"A blue bow, about the size of my mother's palm..."

She had just realized that it seemed more than half of the female corpses had bows on them, which was too much of a coincidence and might be a breakthrough in solving the case.

Whether for the sake of justice or to help Shen Yan, she wanted to find the truth as soon as possible.

Erbao isn't good at drawing people, but he's faster and more accurate at drawing objects than Ruan Tinghe.

With just a few strokes, the bow can be recreated based on Ruan Tinghe's description.

Every time Ruan Tinghe sees Erbao drawing, she can't help but sigh that talent is something truly enviable!

By the time Ruan Tinghe finished eating, Erbao had already drawn eleven bows.

Everything was exactly the same as what Ruan Tinghe had seen on the corpse.

It was as if Xiao Bao had seen it with his own eyes.

"Erbao, that's amazing!"

Ruan Tinghe couldn't resist grabbing Erbao and taking a big, delicious bite.

"Erbao, when your Uncle Yin or Uncle Shen Yan come back, give them the painting, okay?"

Director Erbao nodded. "Erbao understands."

At this moment, Ruan Tinghe's eyelids were drooping.

She was yawning and about to clear the dishes and basin when the three little ones dragged her to the bedside.

"Mommy, you go to sleep. Da Bao can pour the water out of the basin. Da Bao is very strong!"

The second child raised his little hand: "Mommy, I can wash the dishes!"

Xiao Bao stomped his feet in frustration, babbling incoherently, eager to wash the dishes.

Ruan Tinghe watched the children playing and slowly closed her eyes.

In her dream, she met an old deity with a white beard.

She asked: "Old God, did I give birth to three little angels?"

The old sage said: It's not an angel, it's a demon.

Then she gave the old sage a good beating; her babies are little angels!

Finally, Ruan Tinghe was pressed under the Five Finger Mountain by the immortals, the huge mountain making it hard for her to breathe.

She suddenly opened her eyes and saw that there were no mountain peaks or Five Finger Mountain!

Only three little pigs were sleeping soundly on her!

Helpless, Ruan Tinghe gently removed the three little ones from her body and tucked them into the blankets before continuing to sleep with them in her arms.

When I woke up again, it was already dark.

Remembering what Captain Song had told her, Ruan Tinghe quickly got up and went downstairs.

Grandma Qin was mending clothes in the yard. "Hehe, are you awake? Are you hungry? There's some food keeping warm in the pot."

Ruan Tinghe wasn't hungry yet, so she went straight to the point: "Grandma Qin, has anyone come looking for me?"

Grandma Qin shook her head: "No."

"Have Brother Yin and Shen Yan come back?"

"No, do you need to see them about something?"

"Yes, I have a few paintings to give them." Ruan Tinghe took out a portrait with a bow.

Grandma Qin guessed, "Is it for that brat Shen Yan?"

"I guess so." Ruan Tinghe wasn't sure if it would actually work.

Grandma Qin's expression immediately turned serious. "We don't know when they'll be back. Otherwise, we can have Xiao Liang deliver it."

Xiao Liang, of course, refers to Li Liang.

"Wouldn't this be too much trouble for Comrade Li Liang?"

"No, come on, I'll go with you!" Grandma Qin grabbed Ruan Tinghe's hand and walked out.

To their surprise, just as they reached the door, they saw three men walking towards them, followed by a number of onlookers.

Ruan Tinghe recognized one of them; it was Chief Li from the Security Department.

Ruan Tinghe had a bad feeling. Could this group of people be here to cause trouble?

Sure enough, the tall, thin man in the lead, wearing black-rimmed glasses, sized up Ruan Tinghe and said, "You're Ruan Tinghe? I'm Cui Aiguo, an officer from the administrative office of the family compound. After investigation, your identity information is incomplete. Please answer a few questions for us."

Ruan Tinghe saw that he was holding a notebook with her and her three children's information written on it, exactly the same as the one she had given to Yin Quan to register before.

Grandma Qin pulled Ruan Tinghe behind her, protecting her. "What do you mean the information is incomplete? Didn't Yin Quan take her household registration and everything else to you for registration?"

Cui Aiguo's attitude towards Grandma Qin improved considerably.

"Madam, I'm not trying to make things difficult for you, but the information about her and her three children is indeed incomplete. The father's name isn't clearly written, and even his surname is Ruan, which is the same as hers. This..."

Ruan Tinghe stepped forward to explain: "The child's father is dead. That's why I didn't write his name on the paper, and the child takes my surname."

"What's the child's father's surname? Where is he from? How did he die? Where is your marriage certificate?"

Cui Aiguo persisted, seemingly determined to find out his name.

Ruan Jiaojiao emerged from the darkness: "Could it be three bastards born from an unplanned pregnancy and promiscuous relationships?"

Upon hearing this, many of the onlookers sized up Ruan Tinghe with disdain.

"Come here," Ruan Tinghe beckoned to Ruan Jiaojiao.

"Come on then, do you think you can shut me up and stop me from speaking?" Ruan Jiaojiao stepped out from behind the crowd and went straight to Ruan Tinghe. "I'm just expressing the doubts that everyone has in mind."

"If they weren't bastards, why were you so secretive about your deadbeat husband's name? Why didn't the child take the father's surname?"

"I think they're just the offspring of your promiscuous relationships..."

Before the word "seed" could even be uttered, Ruan Tinghe's slap landed first.

With a sharp crack, Ruan Jiaojiao's cheek swelled up rapidly, and blood spilled from the corner of her mouth. She pushed her molar with her tongue, and it loosened!

"You! You bitch! How dare you hit me!"

Ruan Jiaojiao went berserk and tried to rush over to fight Ruan Tinghe, but Ruan Tinghe grabbed her arm and slapped the other half of Ruan Jiaojiao's face twice.

"Who says my children don't have a father? Their father is..."