It seems that the villain is targeting me.

The latter was kicked and staggered to his knees, his head hitting the heel of the woman's shoe. The hard skull collided violently with the floor, shaking the mountain.

The woman lowered her head and took a sip of hot tea to moisten her throat without even raising her eyelids.

"Sister Lan," the noodle shop owner wiped the chopped green onions and cilantro from her hair, "that's the loser. I recognized him the moment he walked in."

The woman on the chair nodded slightly and looked up and down at the man kneeling on the ground.

Her temperament is mature, bright and sharp. Her hair is loosely tied behind her head, and a few strands are curled and hung by her ears. It is a very trendy Hong Kong style beauty look at that time.

"Aren," the woman said with a hint of nostalgia, "you still love eating pig intestines."

Brother Henren had sweat on his forehead. He actually had a fierce-looking face and was strong and sturdy, but now he was shaking like a quail.

"Gu," his brows drooped, his tongue trembling for a long time without being able to straighten it, "Gu Yilan..."

The noodle shop owner standing by was about to start a fight: "You idiot, you are not allowed to call Sister Lan by her name—"

Gu Yilan put down the teacup and tapped the base of the teacup lightly on the table. "Okay," she said. "It's normal for Ah Ren to not know the rules after being away for so long."

The ruthless brother who was kneeling on the ground finally reacted and stammered again: "Lan, Sister Lan..."

"I know you've made a lot of money out there and are living a very carefree life."

Gu Yilan shook the cup gently, but she didn't continue drinking tea. "You have new friends to look after you, so you don't need the older sisters and brothers from your hometown anymore."

"Back then, you were hacked to pieces by your enemies, your head covered in blood. You came all the way to me and begged for mercy. You swore to heaven that you would walk the righteous path from now on. That's why I helped you again."

"And now? Lending money, working for a lowly man, selling women and children, what other wicked things can you not do? This is what you call walking the right path—and you're just lying to me like this?"

"Ah Ren, Ah Ren," Gu Yilan said, "What on earth did I do to make you disrespect me so much?"

Her tone wasn't very excited, but the younger brothers around her were all filled with righteous indignation, their eyes wide open, as if they wanted to tear him apart alive.

The ruthless brother couldn't be so ruthless now. He thought a lot at that moment and tried to defend himself hesitantly, but in the end he couldn't come up with any excuse.

He just looked at Gu Yilan with fear on his face, as if he saw death itself - of course, he did see this.

Gu Yilan finally stood up at this time. She glanced at him coldly and said, "My grandfather was a man of great importance in his time. A filthy wretch like you who betrays his master and ancestors must be punished according to the family rules."

A younger brother nearby wanted to show off his merits, so he shouted, "Sister, let me do it, I'll take care of this loser!"

The noodle shop owner, his head covered in bone soup, also spoke gloomily: "Sister Lan, you don't have to dirty your hands. I'll call two brothers, get him drunk, and drag him to the high seas."

There is a local dock along the coast of Jiangcheng. As long as you have some connections, it is easy to go out to sea. But if you really get someone drunk and throw them into the high seas, they will die without anyone noticing and their bodies will never be found.

The ruthless brother's face turned pale, and he lowered his head and didn't dare to look at Gu Yilan's expression, as if by doing so, the other party would disappear.

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Gu Yilan's head and face were hidden in the darkness, his expression was calm and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

She grabbed something from the table beside her and threw it over. There was a clang sound and Henren Ge trembled - it was a switchblade that several of his younger brothers had searched from him earlier.

The meaning is already obvious.

The people around were silent. They all stared at Aren quietly, watching him grab the knife on the ground with trembling hands.

Blood gushed out like a gushing fountain, and the beautiful woman's legs changed their appearance in an instant, being smeared with scarlet blood, showing the cruelty they deserved.

More than ten minutes later, the tightly closed door of the shop opened again. Gu Yilan bent down and was the first to walk out from under the rolling door.

There was a little blood on her fair cheek, which was wiped by a wet tissue, and a faint pink color spread out.

The noodle shop owner hung a closed sign at the door. Several of his employees were cleaning up the scene with mops and rags. He glanced at the body in the shop without any expression.

"That scumbag committed suicide out of shame, didn't he?" he said.

Gu Yilan responded, agreeing with this statement.

The two came to the black SUV parked on the street

, the driver was already waiting inside.

"Sister Lan," the noodle shop owner opened the passenger door for her, "Don't worry about things here. I'll take care of everything."

"Well, you're more than willing to pay attention," Gu Yilan instructed the other party, "Throw the person where the police can find him, and don't worry about the rest."

"What about his mother?"

A'ren's father has passed away, and only his mother, who is in her seventies or eighties, is left at home.

"I'll continue to give him the monthly allowance as usual," Gu Yilan said as she got into the car. "It's pitiful for the old man. He worked hard for half his life to raise such a wicked son."

The noodle shop owner readily agreed and respectfully closed the door: "Okay, Sister Lan, take care."

Gu Yilan seemed to have suddenly thought of something. She rolled down the car window and asked, "Who made the tea on the table?"

The noodle shop owner's eyes lit up: "Sister Lan, I made it myself! It's top-notch Longjing tea, thousands of yuan a pound."

A few thousand yuan per pound?

Gu Yilan recalled the taste of the cup of tea and her eyebrows twitched fiercely: "What kind of tea is this? Don't make it again next time."

She had never tasted such a strange tea in her life. The leaves were leaves and the water was water. Between unpalatable and delicious, she chose unpalatable.

After Gu Yilan finished speaking, he rolled up the car window. The driver started the car at the right time, leaving the distraught noodle shop owner there.

Inside the car, Gu Yilan leaned on the soft cushion of the passenger seat, closed his eyes and rubbed his sore nose.

She had just finished something, but she still looked like she was worried.

This time she was able to catch this traitor not because her subordinates discovered his whereabouts... but because someone deliberately leaked information about him to her.

Gu Yilan still remembers the voice of the person on the phone: it was a woman, who sounded very young, but her tone was very calm and sophisticated.

The man said his surname was Chen.

She didn't remember that Ah Ren had an enemy named Chen.

Besides, the call was made directly to her office - how did the other party get the number?

That was a confidential phone number known to only three people, including her.

The driver was one of Gu Yilan's more trusted subordinates. He didn't bother to ask why she was upset, but just asked in a low voice: "Sister Lan, should we go back to the company now or..."

"Let's go back to the company," Gu Yilan pressed his thumb against the bridge of his nose, his brows furrowed. "The group is just starting out, and there's so much to do."

The subordinate readily changed the driving route, turned down the air conditioner slightly, and drove quietly.

Gu Yilan leaned back in her chair and dozed for a few minutes, then suddenly uttered a "hmm" sound: "Is school starting today?"

"Yes, Sister Lan," the subordinate replied, "Do you want to go to No. 1 Middle School in the city?"

The subordinates knew that their boss had a little boy named Gu Tianjiao, who was not yet an adult and was studying in the No. 1 Middle School in the city.

Perhaps out of safety concerns, Sister Lan has never taken her son out and has always placed him in the care of an old friend.

Gu Yilan thought about it and lay back in the chair again: "Forget it, it's not worth it."

"It's just a child going to school," she said, putting on sunglasses. "It's not a big deal. Could he be kidnapped by a madman?"

PS: To be low means to kill.

Xiaoluzai refers to children.

Chapter 73: Fledgling Complex

Chen Xiaoya found his class, where the freshmen would do their final registration.

The place has been cleaned and the tables, chairs and benches have been moved from the warehouse.

The head teacher sat on the podium and handed each freshman a personal information collection form, asking everyone to fill it out according to the requirements.

The freshmen had just finished moving desks and chairs and were a little tired. The excitement of the start of school had almost worn off, so they all leaned over the desks and studied diligently.

The classroom was suddenly filled with the sound of writing.

Chen Xiaoya was also busy filling out the form.

However, when she came to writing about her family situation, she felt a little worried.

Normally, one would have to fill in the information of both parents, but Chen Xiaoya obviously did not fall into the "normal" category.

She knew very little about her mother. She was only recently told that she had passed away. The vague memory of her mother had turned to sand and disappeared, leaving no impression in her mind anymore.

And Chen Zhengkang, who was still alive, was also very mysterious to the little girl - she knew where her father often played cards, where he liked to drink, and when he beat people up, he liked to hit them in the face with slippers.

The memories were fragmented, all about being beaten and scolded. Apart from that, her impression of her father was as thin as a paper man.

Chen Xiaoya found that after so many months, he could hardly even remember what Chen Zhengkang's face looked like.

"Why aren't you writing?" The teacher noticed the boy's hesitation and walked over to check on him. "Is there something you don't know how to fill in?"

Chen Xiaoya’s homeroom teacher’s surname is Li. She teaches mathematics. She is a middle-aged woman who looks to be at least forty years old. She is very thin and wears thick myopic glasses.

The head teacher glanced at the name column on the form and said, "Oh, you are Xiaoya."

Chen Xiaoya's body paused slightly.

"First, write down your past learning experiences."

The head teacher instructed the child on how to fill out the form, then moved his finger to the column for family situation: "Just fill in your current guardian here. The school is worried that in case of an emergency, they won't be able to contact an adult."

Chen Xiaoya felt relieved.

Realizing that someone had informed her in advance, her head teacher learned about her family situation.

Of course, the only person who would do this is Xiaoniao.

Chen Xiaoya picked up the pen again and silently wrote Xiaoniao's name and home address in the guardian column...

She remembers all this information very well and can even recite her ID number verbatim.

Once, when she was cleaning the house, she accidentally found Xiao Niao's ID card. The person in the one-inch ID photo looked even younger than he does now, and he looked at the camera a little fiercely.

Chen Xiaoya thought of a small bird with a cute appearance, but nicknamed "butcher" - she had seen pictures of this bird in the encyclopedia and knew that it had beautiful reddish-brown tail feathers.

Are you the primary guardian? Yes.

Relationship to the person filling out the form?

The pen tip paused.

Before high school started, Xiao Niao went to the neighborhood committee where Xiaoya was registered and tried to find a way to transfer her household registration from her father Chen Zhengkang's name.

Because of this, Xiao Niao naturally obtained temporary guardianship.

Generally speaking, whether it is moving out of household registration or transferring guardianship, the procedures are extremely cumbersome. It will take more than several months if you follow the process, and you must also obtain permission from the current guardian, Chen Zhengkang.

However, in that era, household registration management was not very strict and the regulations were not perfect, so there was a lot of room for negotiation.

Emotionally speaking, the neighborhood committee did not actually have much objection to Xiao Niao's request to obtain custody of Chen Xiaoya.

This was mainly because of her father's glorious record in the neighborhood: he had been unemployed and wandered around for years, was detained by the police for gambling, and had countless reports of disturbing the public and child abuse.

Especially in the area of domestic violence and child abuse, the neighborhood committee cannot ignore it, but it is also difficult for it to really play any role.

In addition, Chen Zhengkang is now completely missing and out of contact - it is said that he is hiding from debt - it is too easy to prove that he has not fulfilled his guardianship obligations.

Chen Xiaoya is also a hot potato for the local neighborhood committee. It would be great if someone was willing to take the initiative to step forward and take responsibility.

Xiao Niao asked Lando's friend at the police station for help. After explaining the situation, the friend agreed to do it and said he was willing to try to find a way.

The matter was finally settled a few days before school started.

She went to the police station to get a new household registration book. She opened the crimson-covered book. The first page was Xiao Niao, the head of the household, and the next page was Chen Xiaoya.

"Minors can't live on their own," Xiao Niao handed her the household registration booklet, "but you can move out once you come of age."

She recalled the two thin household registration pages.

It was a very light aqua blue, with only her name and Xiao Niao's name on it, lying quietly under the protection of the red cover.

The pen tip hovers over the form.

Chen Xiaoya's throat rolled unconsciously and his palms were sweating.

"Hey, classmate," the person at the next table whispered to her, "Can you lend me your pen? Mine is out of ink."

Chen Xiaoya shuddered and replied reflexively, "Ah, okay."

She quickly glanced over options like 'parents' and 'siblings', ticked the 'other' column, and hurriedly added something on the line behind it.

After finishing writing, she handed the ballpoint pen to the classmate next to her.

"Thank you, thank you." The other person grinned at her, took the pen and started writing again.

Chen Xiaoya took the completed form to the podium and handed it in.