Chapter 407: Not an Adoptive Mother 48

Chapter 407: Not an Adoptive Mother 48
In this life, without the support of the original owner's inheritance, Wang Xiaoyan's life became even more difficult and she experienced all kinds of hardships.

He died a few years earlier than in his previous life.

When Yuanchun learned of Wang Xiaoyan's death, she was accompanying her daughter-in-law to get a beauty treatment in a beauty salon. Her expression did not change at all, and she said to 007, "It's better to die. This enemy should have died long ago."

007 gloated, "Host, Wang Xiaoyan is dead, and Fan Lei doesn't even have the money to hold her funeral. Since the two of them didn't get a marriage certificate, Fan Lei has no obligation to prepare for her funeral, so the police comrades are on their way to your house."

"I see. It's just the money for the cremation. I can afford it."

Now that her enemy is dead, Yuanchun is not stingy with the money for the cremation, but forget it as for wanting her to buy a grave for her enemy.

When Yuanchun and her daughter-in-law drove back to the community, they saw a police car at the gate of the community.

Yuanchun got off the car and asked her daughter-in-law to go back first. After all, she didn't want her daughter-in-law to get involved in such an unlucky thing.

"Ms. Liu, do you know a woman named Wang Xiaoyan?"

The police officer came forward to ask questions.

Yuanchun nodded and pretended not to know, "I am Wang Xiaoyan's aunt. What do you want from me?"

"It's like this, Ms. Liu, not long ago, Wang Xiaoyan passed away..."

Not only did Yuanchun have to help Wang Xiaoyan arrange her funeral, but she also had to pay off the large amount of medical fees that Wang Xiaoyan owed to the hospital.

Yuanchun is not short of money, and her enemies are all dead, so she doesn't care too much. However, she should forget about handling the funeral of her enemies.

"My relationship with my niece is not good. I can help her pay off the money she owed the hospital and give her some money for cremation, but I don't want to care about other things. After all, we haven't seen each other for more than ten years. Besides, we broke off contact because of a quarrel. I can help her pay so much money after her death, which is considered to be fair to her. So, I have to ask the police comrades to make a few trips."

Of course, Yuanchun did not let the police officers run around in vain. She donated one million yuan to improve the food for the police officers in the police station.

Therefore, the police officers at the police station are also happy to run this errand.

Wang Xiaoyan's ashes were taken away by Fan Lei, who buried her in the ancestral grave of the Fan family in his hometown.

Not long after Wang Xiaoyan's death, Fan Lei became a garbage beggar, picking up garbage from trash cans every day to exchange for money to buy food.

Fan Lei's grandparents passed away one after the third year after Fan Lei was imprisoned. The two old people only left Fan Lei an old house and the pension they had saved for three years.

But he only saved a few tens of thousands of yuan, which was all spent by Fan Lei long ago.

Today, Fan Lei only has an old house left. However, because he picks up garbage every day and brings it home, the whole building is filled with cockroaches. People go to his house to block him and prevent him from living there.

Later, Fan Lei sold the house.

A man went to his hometown in the countryside.

Not long after, he also died of illness in the countryside.

When Yuanchun received the news of Fan Lei's death from the system, she was at the elementary school gate picking up her grandson and granddaughter from school.

Her daughter-in-law gave birth to a pair of twins, a boy and a girl. Yuanchun was happy to take care of the grandchildren at home with her daughter-in-law and did nothing else.

I don’t write anymore as I did before.

Just live a happy life surrounded by children and grandchildren.

Yuanchun lived a long life in this life and died at the age of ninety-nine.

When she died, Xiaobao, who was almost eighty years old, cried like a child and called for his mother.

(End of this chapter)