The Lovely Heiress Is Actually A God Beast

Chapter 1679: Old Hen Little Flower

Upon learning that his nephew had become acquainted with the young master of a wealthy family, the uncle raised his thumb: "Didn’t expect him to look like an idiot, hiding it pretty well."

The aunt curled her lips: "If he hid a bit deeper, he wouldn’t be dead."

The aunt looked at the police, asking seriously: "Is it true there are no clues now?"

"I don’t know about that, actually, the higher-ups have already solved this case."

"What, the case is closed? Did he die for nothing then! The killer hasn’t even been found!"

"The killer has already been caught, but for the details, you’ll be notified later."

The police were also helpless, as the case had been transferred above, all the information he’d received including the fact that the award receiver and the deceased were long-time online friends, was given by the higher-ups, he wasn’t even sure if it was true.

"The killer was caught?"

The aunt and uncle stayed at the police station for a long time, but they didn’t learn anything, the police’s mouth was like a clam shell.

On the way back, the uncle asked: "Should we buy a chicken and kill it to nourish the old mother?"

The aunt said with a cold face: "What chicken doesn’t cost money? Do you have money to buy?"

The uncle meekly replied: "No... I have no money left."

The aunt snorted coldly: "Just kill one when we get home, why buy, we don’t have money anyway."

The uncle sighed: "That’s a laying hen, and we’ve raised it ourselves, I’m a bit reluctant to kill it."

The aunt cursed: "Coward, if you don’t dare to kill a chicken, you don’t dare, don’t talk about being reluctant, you’re just a useless waste who can’t even bind a chicken, others who can’t bind a chicken are scholars, but you, what the hell! Ugh, spit!"

The uncle was spat on by his wife, wiped his face with his hand, and grinned shamelessly: "What good stuff can a scholar have? It’s still better to be a man like myself, single-minded, without any schemes."

Back home, the aunt caught an old hen, the oldest hen in the house.

"So many years, sigh," the uncle sighed.

The aunt said coldly: "The older the better for nourishment, go, you kill it."

The uncle turned and ran: "I have a deep bond with Little Flower, I can’t bear to see Little Flower die, I’m sobbing—"

The big man ran away pretending to cry.

The aunt: "..."

In the evening, the aunt took the stewed chicken soup to visit the old lady.

Seeing the lunch box on the bedside table, noting the place had moved, she sighed in relief: Thank goodness, the old lady didn’t waste food!

But when she opened the lunch box, she saw the untouched food inside, the aunt’s temper couldn’t be controlled: "Why didn’t you eat, if you didn’t eat, you should have said so, I didn’t eat enough at noon, I could have helped you eat it, better than wasting it like this!"

The old lady glanced at her, said nothing.

A nurse passing by frowned and walked in: "What’s going on, why are you arguing?"

The aunt blushed, repeatedly apologizing.

After the nurse left, the aunt muttered: "Just knows how to lecture, not attentive at all in caring for the patient, doesn’t even know the old lady hasn’t eaten, doesn’t show any concern, if you cared, I’d be angry and arguing?"

"Stop nagging, I want to sleep now, hurry up and go back," the old lady mercilessly chased her away.

The aunt scowled: "I’ll watch you drink the soup before I leave, if you don’t drink it, Little Flower would’ve died for nothing."

"What! You killed Little Flower! You wasteful woman! That’s a laying hen! Little Flower was the one laying the most eggs!"

"What could I do, I had no money, gave it all for your treatment, my wallet died, so I had to stew Little Flower."

"I never said I wanted chicken soup!"

"Your son told me to buy a chicken to stew soup for you, I had no money, could only stew Little Flower, can you blame me? If you want blame, blame your son, I can help you beat him up!"