Horror Camgirl - Ch. 173: Father Comes to Visit
Everyone's eyes were suddenly focused on that person, and my face darkened.
It was actually Yuan Wei!
We had only had a minor disagreement, yet she did something so malicious!
Yuan Wei looked a little panicked. She glanced at her two friends beside her, who, seeing the situation turning unfavorable, quietly slipped away while she wasn't paying attention.
"She seems like a good girl, how could she do something so vile?" someone whispered.
"Probably jealous of how pretty the other person is."
"Or maybe she's jealous that the other person has such a handsome boyfriend."
"Sigh, young girls these days, their hearts are too vicious."
For a moment, Yuan Wei became the target of everyone's condemnation. She felt extremely aggrieved, her eyes welling up with tears, looking pitiful.
But no one pitied her; they all pointed fingers at her, cursing her. She gritted her teeth, wanting to argue, but couldn't find the words. She stomped her foot and tried to turn and run away.
I called out loudly, "Stop!"
My shout carried a trace of Spiritual Energy, making her feel as if her head had been struck, causing her to stumble and nearly fall.
I said coldly, "Framing others and wanting to walk away just like that? It's not that easy."
She turned her head, glaring at me with hatred, as if she was the one being wronged. "What do you want?"
I said, "I'm a law-abiding citizen. I won't take matters into my own hands. Let's leave this to the police."
Someone had already called the police. At this point, two officers arrived. I stopped them and explained everything that had happened. They looked at Yuan Wei and said, "Come with us to make a statement."
Yuan Wei's face turned pale, and she said angrily, "You dare arrest me? Do you even know who my parents are?"
"Perfect," the police officer said coldly, "tell us your parents' names so they can come to the station."
Yuan Wei's expression grew even more unpleasant.
She turned her head and spat bitterly at me, "Just you wait, I won't let you off!"
I squinted slightly. It seemed like she needed to be taught a lesson.
Tang Mingli asked, "Do you need my help?"
"No need," I replied, "I can handle it myself."
I called Ye Xianluo, and when she asked how I wanted to deal with it, I said to handle it by the book, no favoritism.
Ye Xianluo said she understood and told me not to worry.
A few days later, the morning sunlight spilled in through the window, falling on me, turning my hair a beautiful chestnut color.
I took a deep breath of Hongmeng Purple Qi and felt the Spiritual Energy surge within me. I had officially advanced to the peak of Second Grade, just one step away from Third Grade.
Once I broke through to Third Grade, my abilities would undergo a qualitative leap. Many spells and formations that I couldn't use before would become accessible, and I'd be able to refine Pill Fire, which would be much better for alchemy than a pressure cooker.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. I opened it, and to my surprise, it was Yuan Wen, my deadbeat father.
I said coldly, "Who are you?"
Yuan Wen looked me up and down, his expression dazed. "Jun Yao, are you Jun Yao?"
"You've got the wrong person." I was about to close the door when he slapped his hand against it, his eyes eager. "Jun Yao, your face is healed? I knew this illness could eventually be cured. This is wonderful."
"I don't know what you're talking about." I looked at him like he was a stranger. "Sir, please let go, or I'll call the police."
Yuan Wen frowned and adopted a fatherly tone, saying, "Jun Yao, is this how you talk to your father?"
"I've already told you, you have the wrong person. My father died years ago, where would I get another father from?"
He said, "Isn't your mother Jiang Xiaoju? Isn't your grandmother Zuo Mingyan?"
"What does that have to do with you?" I pushed the door, and he said, "Jun Yao, I know you resent me, but the grudges of the previous generation shouldn't involve the next. Xiao Wei has no grudge against you. Why are you trying to hurt her?"
"Hurt her?" I laughed angrily, "Your daughter paid someone to frame me as a mistress. Now she's suffering the consequences and ended up in the police station, and you say I'm the one hurting her?"
Yuan Wen said, "Jun Yao, Xiao Wei is still young and doesn't understand. They're going to detain her and leave a record. You know, in China, once you have a record, your life is ruined. Could you talk to them and tell them you won’t press charges?"
I said icily, "If she had succeeded in framing me, wouldn't my life be ruined? Why shouldn't I press charges?"
Yuan Wen grew anxious, "But she didn't succeed, did she? Xiao Wei is still your sister. As her elder sister, shouldn't you show her some leniency?"
I narrowed my eyes slightly and said, "I've told you many times, I don't know you. Who just goes around claiming strangers as their daughters? Besides, that girl is clearly spoiled by her parents. Since you couldn't raise her properly, let the law do it."
A hint of anger flashed in Yuan Wen's eyes as he anxiously said, "Jun Yao, I know you hate me. Whatever issues you have, come at me, but don't take it out on Xiao Wei."
I laughed twice, too tired to even talk to him. I grabbed a cup of hot water beside me and splashed it at his feet, scaring him into jumping back a few steps. I slammed the door shut, ignoring him banging away outside, and sat down cross-legged to continue my cultivation.
I don’t know how long he knocked or made a fuss, but he finally gave up in the end, and I didn’t bother to respond.
After lunch, I decided to go out to the garden downstairs to practice my swordsmanship. As soon as I reached the ground floor, I saw an old lady briskly walking towards me.
The old lady looked quite similar to Yuan Wen, her hair snow white but dressed fashionably, with a pearl necklace around her neck. As soon as she saw me, she rushed over and grabbed my arm, saying, "Jun Yao, dear, Grandma has missed you so much. All these years, why haven’t you come to see Grandma?"
I frowned. Grandma?
Ha, when my mom gave birth to me in the hospital, she heard I was a girl and immediately turned away. Even after my mom finished her postpartum month, she never visited us.
Later, when I developed fibroma, she showed up specifically to curse my mom, saying that my mom’s family had bad roots, unable to produce sons, and that she gave birth to a useless daughter who was also sick. She claimed that even if my mom had another, it would be the same, and that my mom should leave to make room for another woman.
Apparently, my mom fumed every day about it. She didn't dare resent her husband or mother-in-law, but instead started resenting me—resenting why I wasn't a son, resenting me for being sick, and for not bringing her any pride.
"What is today, anyway?" I said coldly. "So many people are coming to claim relatives. Apart from a younger brother, all my family members are dead. Where did a grandma come from? Move, you’re blocking my way. I have things to do."
The old lady's eyes widened, and she assumed an elder’s posture, angrily saying, "Jun Yao, no matter what, I am your grandmother. How can you speak to me like that? You got better and now you don’t recognize people, is that it?"
I directly took out my phone. She asked, "Who are you calling?"
"The police," I said coldly, giving her a sidelong glance. "This is the third time today that lunatics have come to harass me."
She grew furious and rushed at me, trying to grab my phone. I sidestepped, and she lost her balance and fell to the ground, crying out loudly. She flipped over and started wailing on the ground.
"Why am I so unfortunate? My son was just a few years old when I lost my husband. I worked so hard to raise the child, and now my granddaughter refuses to recognize me and even hits me. I can't go on living!"
It was the weekend, and many people were home. Seeing something happening, they gathered around, pointing at us.
"This young girl is so beautiful, but so heartless," someone whispered. "Her grandmother raised her, and she turns around and hits her own grandma."
"Yes, it’s just disgraceful."
This old lady was very good at crying and making a scene, never mentioning that her family abandoned my mother and me. She had originally said she raised Yuan Wen, but to those listening, it sounded like she raised me.
I pointed to my head and said loudly, "Everyone, don’t listen to her nonsense. I don’t even know her. There’s something wrong up here, she’s going around claiming relatives."
The old lady jumped up from the ground with surprising agility—nothing like someone who had just been injured.
"You wretched girl, spouting nonsense," she snarled. "Don't curse me. What's wrong with my mind?"
I said, "Since you say you’re my grandmother, let me ask you: when is my birthday?"
The old lady was instantly stumped. She stammered for a long time without an answer, finally saying, "I'm old, I can’t remember clearly. But your name is Yuan Junyao, isn’t it?"
"Lots of people know my name," I snorted. "You say you can’t remember my birthday, but you should at least know where I went to elementary, middle, and high school, right?"
Old Lady Yuan was dumbfounded again. Ever since my parents divorced and I was sent to the countryside, she had never seen me again. How would she know where I went to school?
"She doesn’t even know where the child went to school but still has the nerve to say she raised her," a housewife holding her baby sneered.
Old Lady Yuan became anxious and said, "I’m just old and forgetful, that’s why I don’t remember. All I remember is that you’re my granddaughter."
I shrugged. "You just said there’s nothing wrong with your mind, and now you say you’re forgetful. So which is it?"
"Where did this crazy old lady come from? She’s not making any sense," someone said. "She must’ve mistaken the person."
"Call the police. She’s probably suffering from dementia and wandered off. Her family must be so worried."
Old Lady Yuan was trembling with rage, lunging forward to grab my arm. "You wretched girl, I am your grandmother. The blood of the Old Yuan Family flows in your veins, and that’s something you can’t change, not even in death. As your elder sister, how could you frame your younger sister? Go with me to the police station and drop the charges, or I’ll die here today!"
My face turned cold, and I put on a look of pity. "Sigh, this old lady is really out of her mind. I’d better call the mental hospital to come get her, otherwise, who knows what could happen out here."
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