A whirlwind marriage: The real heiress marries a warlord.

Du Jia went upstairs, and Lan Muhe was locked in her room. Two armed adjutants stood at the door.

Lan Xiu and her husband followed behind Du Jia.

Du Jia told them, "Send everyone away. If Mu He wants to cause trouble, give her some dignity."

Lanxiu was slightly surprised.

Su Yuzhao immediately said, "Okay, we'll get on it right away."

She tugged at Lanxiu's sleeve, and the couple went downstairs.

Lanxiu asked in surprise, "What happened to my mother...?"

Why are you still trying to save face for Lan Muhe?

"Mom and Muhe definitely have arguments, and she doesn't want others to hear them. Mom isn't always so easy to talk to," Su Yuzhao said.

Lanxiu: "Then we can't leave, otherwise she'll bully Mom again."

"Would your mother not be able to win an argument with her? She only tolerated her time and time again because she was her own daughter," Su Yuzhao said.

As usual, Lanxiu thought his wife was right and followed her.

Everyone in Lan Muhe's courtyard has left.

Manager Sun Hui and his wife were temporarily detained because his wife knew about Lan Muhe pushing the old lady downstairs.

What to do about this matter depends on Lan Changming's return and decision.

Given Lanxiu's personality, she would never care about family scandals; she would make a scene and let the world see the consequences of wrongdoing.

The old lady got what she deserved.

Even if she died, Lanxiu wouldn't be sad. He didn't have much of a relationship with his grandmother.

He was neither outstanding nor inferior among his brothers. His grandmother had no interest in him and never gave him a second glance; Lanxiu didn't care for him either.

The couple sent the people away, locked the gate, and went out for a stroll themselves.

Upstairs, Lan Muhe stood on the balcony.

Seeing Du Jia enter with a gun, she remembered the gun Du Jia had in his hand during their last confrontation.

It's intimidating.

She leaned against the milky-white railing: "What do you want me to do? Jump down and apologize to my grandmother?"

"She's not your grandmother, change what you're referring to," Du Jia said coldly. "She's the old lady of the Lan family, and you don't have the surname Lan."

Lan Muhe smiled.

"What can you do if you refuse to admit it? They still want me. Father is sending me back to my hometown. I will always be a daughter of the Lan family. When you die, I will wear mourning clothes and attend your funeral!" Lan Muhe gritted her teeth.

She knew Du Jia disliked her.

Then she will be Lan Changming's daughter for the rest of her life. As long as Du Jia doesn't divorce, she will never be able to get rid of Lan Muhe.

When she died, Lan Muhe was among those who burned paper money at her grave.

She can forget about getting rid of him.

Du Jia looked at her quietly: "You are unrepentant. The Lan family raised you for twenty years. If you had even a shred of humanity, you shouldn't have treated the old lady like this."

"I didn't mean to," Lan Muhe said loudly.

She had to defend herself.

She cannot bear such injustice.

She could go back to her hometown, but the old lady insisted on giving her the storeroom's contents; otherwise, she felt uneasy. She didn't have much money on hand right now.

Lan Changming told her that when he sent her back to her hometown of Yicheng, she cried and made a scene, but Lan Changming was unmoved.

Finally, Lan Muhe could only say, "Father, I'm going back. Please give me some money for self-defense. I won't dare to bother you any more in the future."

She wanted to ask for 200,000 silver dollars.

Lan Changming replied, "I gave you 20,000 silver dollars last time."

"I've spent it all." Lan Muhe was shocked. "They locked me in the small ancestral hall before, and my room was searched thoroughly. They took all the valuables."

I know it was my mother who sent people to do it; she only left me my clothes. She's so heartless! Father, will you treat me like this too? I'm the daughter you raised!"

Lan Changming was tempted at that time.

He looked up at Lan Muhe.

Lan Muhe was observing him when his expression suddenly changed.

He said, "I gave Qinyan 20,000 silver dollars; the Ye family only gave Qinyan that much. It's your business if you spend it all, but you can't take anything from the Lan family. Don't take the new clothes, but take two sets of old clothes. Wear one set when you leave."

Lan Changming said these words to Lan Muhe during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

It's been several days already.

Lan Muhe repeatedly pondered these words, her heart turning cold, feeling a deep sense of humiliation.

She didn't know what she hoped to do to turn her life around or how she would get revenge on the Lan family until the old lady came to find her.

She had seen the old lady's private vault; the key was on her person, and she kept it close to her body.

Lan Muhe used to look down on her petty ways. Anyway, Du Jia had too much wealth, and the dowry she would give Lan Muhe in the future would be enough to make her rich. She didn't need to covet the old lady's less-than-ideal treasures.

But looking back now, it was a lifesaver.

She wanted it.

She knew that the old lady not only had jewelry, but also a lot of gold bars.

Having obtained the gold bars, Lan Muhe wouldn't obediently return to her hometown. She could, like Qin Yan back then, go south or north and forge her own path.

She will always have a chance to redeem herself.

Who knew the old lady would guard her treasure so tightly and refuse to give it to her—you can only see people's true colors when it comes to money.

She thought that the old lady would give her anything, after all, she loved her the most.

The old lady fell during the scuffle; her fate is unknown. Du Jia accused Lan Muhe, which Lan Muhe cannot accept.

She never intended to kill the old lady.

She's just taking what she deserves.

The Lan family chose her.

The Lan family shouldn't even think about abandoning her so easily.

"I didn't push Grandma, don't try to slander me! Grandma slipped and fell on her own," Lan Muhe said.

He added, "You blame the old lady and me for what happened back then, but you should really blame yourself."

You had four sons, and thinking your position was secure, you abandoned your youngest daughter to be raised by the old lady.

Later, when you brought her home, you couldn't even recognize her. You've been a complete failure as a mother. You say your daughter suffered a lot, and you were an accomplice to her suffering; who can you blame?

Du Jia's expression became even more subdued.

Lan Muhe looked at her, who was trembling slightly but trying to control herself, and couldn't help but laugh: "You brought a gun, just to scare me again?"

Du Jia raised his hand.

"Trusting my family is a virtue of mine; loving my daughter is my duty as a mother; questioning you yet feeling guilty about it is a sign of my good character."

"I haven't done anything wrong. You're just trying to get away with this by 'blaming the victim for negligence, so the perpetrator isn't so hateful,' but that's a very naive trick." Du Jia pointed his gun at Lan Muhe.

Lan Muhe sneered.

Before she could say anything more, Du Jia steadied the gun with both hands.

The gunshot rang out, and Lan Muhe was pushed by the force of the bullet, slamming heavily against the wall and slowly sliding down.

A bullet mark, along with blood and brain matter, was left on the snow-white wall, resembling an extremely horrifying painting.

Her eyes were wide open, her gaze fixed ahead, and the cunning, cold smile on her face froze, becoming her final expression.

Du Jia looked at her.

She turned off the safety on the pistol and slowly placed it aside.

They seemed to hear some noise outside.

A moment later, Lanxiu and her husband ran upstairs, panting.

Seeing this, the two exchanged a silent glance.

Lanxiu stepped forward and put her arm around Du Jia's shoulder: "Mom, you and Yuzhao go back first, I'll take care of the aftermath."

"Yes, Mom, let's go first."

"No, I can tell the world that I'm willing to go to jail in the police station. I can also pay for her life," Du Jia said.

Du Jia wanted her dead.

This person occupied twenty years of her daughter's life. The years she enjoyed and possessed will live on forever.

Unless this person disappears.

Only after she left could Du Jia gradually calm down.

"Mom, you promised my sister you would live a good life," Su Yuzhao said.

Du Jia, whose mind had been clouded by inner demons, finally regained consciousness.

She frowned as she looked at Lan Muhe's corpse.

"Mom, she killed Grandmother. You could say she committed suicide out of guilt, or you could say she robbed money and went to Southeast Asia," Lanxiu said. "Now the yard is empty, there's no one here."

Du Jia and Su Yuzhao left first.