Feng Yan's lips pursed, she raised her head, and her eyes seemed to be staring at something, but it was just empty space: "Before tonight, this home has already been hell for me. You've ruined my whole life, destroyed my whole life, now they're coming for your money, so please don't compare our lives with your wealth and status anymore, don't implicate them in this. And whether you believe it or not, I haven't done anything to harm this family. Because of this deformed home, one day it will destroy itself. I've just been waiting for that day all along. Who would have thought...” She smiled: “It's come so soon.”

  After saying this, she actually stepped upstairs. A scoundrel stretched out his hand to block her way, but she stood still, her face calm and fearless. The man, however, opened his mouth: "Let her go up. A woman with no ability to truss a chicken is also ignorant of those treasures. She can't stir up any trouble."

  Feng Yan went upstairs, entered the room and closed the door. Chen Ruying's tears fell continuously, wailing like she was shouting "Mom", but Feng Yan seemed oblivious. At this moment, Chen Lao Tai Tai, who had been furious with a red face, suddenly convulsed and fell to the ground. The person's expression changed, and they quickly rushed over, pinching the old lady's people, but the old lady continued to convulse, her eyes turned white, and her mouth was foaming at the corners before she fainted.

  "Mom... mom..." Professor Chen cried out, who had been silent all along. "My mom had a stroke! She's had two strokes before!" But he was pinned to the ground by the thugs. The man looked at the old lady in his arms again, who was still unconscious, cursed and threw her on the ground. Chen Baozhu and Chen Ruyin's mouths were still gagged, their hands tied up, they rushed over and leaned against Old Lady Chen's body. Chen Ruyin's eyes were complex, while Chen Baozhu only had concern and sorrow. I didn't expect that she, who was usually so wooden, would be such an emotionally intense person.

  The situation in front of him also made the man scratch his head, he smoked a cigarette, and then instructed his accomplices to separate the Chen family members and lock them up. Professor Chen and his daughter were locked in one room, while Chen Baozhu and her husband were locked together. The others continued to search for the treasure.

  I leaned against the wall, it was probably around 4 o'clock, at least three hours before dawn. At that time, I had no experience of marriage or love, and none of my friends did either. So when Feng Yan suddenly accused Chen Lao Tai Tai and the Chen family, I couldn't quite imagine or understand what she meant. But my impression of Feng Yan was always good, whereas it was just the opposite for Chen Lao. She usually gave orders at home with an air of superiority, and from her words, you could tell that she lacked basic respect for Feng Yan. Perhaps beneath the surface of their peaceful and wealthy family life, the two women had been harboring deep resentment towards each other.

  But at the same time, I also remembered the expressions of Professor Chen and Chen Baozhu when Feng Yan spoke.

  Silence. Not anger, nor surprise.

  I also remembered Feng Yan's appearance at that time. The usual dignified and calm her seemed to have completely cracked, probably because she had received too much stimulation tonight, her expression became distorted, but the corners of her mouth still carried a kind of dazed smile.

  For some reason, I suddenly remembered those cats that were brutally killed on the mountain behind our residential area.

  I couldn't help but wonder in my heart: Can the contradictions in a family, the long-term and suppressed mother-in-law life and marital relationship, really distort someone to this extent? Can it destroy all the good things about a person, leaving only hatred in their heart?

  When I looked out of the small window again, I saw that person standing at the door of Feng Yan's room on the second floor corridor not far from me. He took off his mask and it was the handsome face I saw during the day. The scattered cold smile on his face disappeared, he pushed open the door and walked in.

  In my mind, the scene I had seen before also emerged - Feng Yan standing in the snow, he crouched on the ground, holding a large bowl of dumplings, his line of sight just looking at her slender legs and black silk stockings.