Chapter 407: Not an Adoptive Mother 48
In this life, without the support of the original owner's inheritance, Wang Xiaoyan's life has become even more difficult, and she has tasted all kinds of hardships.
Died a few years earlier than in his previous life.
When she learned of Wang Xiaoyan’s death, Yuan Chun was accompanying her daughter-in-law for a beauty treatment at the beauty salon. Her expression didn’t change at all, and she said to 007, “It’s better to die, this enemy should have died long ago.”< br>
007 gloating about misfortune He said, "Host, Wang Xiaoyan is dead, and Fan Lei doesn't even have the money to pay for her funeral. Since the two of them didn't have a marriage certificate, Fan Lei has no obligation to prepare for her death. Therefore, the police comrades are heading to your house. .”
"I see, isn't it just a cremation fee? I can afford it."
After her enemy died, Yuanchun was not stingy with a cremation fee, but if she wanted her to buy a cemetery for her enemy, she might as well forget it. .
When Yuanchun and his daughter-in-law drove back to the community, they saw a police car at the entrance of the community.
Yuan Chun got out of 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 comrades came forward to ask.
Yuan Chun nodded, pretending not to know and asked, "I am Wang Xiaoyan's aunt, why do you come to see me?"
"That's right, Ms. Liu, not long ago, Wang Xiaoyan passed away..."
Not only was Yuan Chun asked to help Wang Xiaoyan prepare for his death, but he also needed to help Wang Xiaoyan pay off a large amount of treatment fees owed to the hospital.
Yuan Chun is not short of money. His enemies are all dead, so Yuanchun doesn't care so much about it. However, he might as well forget about dealing with his enemies' aftermath.
"My niece and I don't have a good relationship. I can help her pay back the money she owes to the hospital and pay for her cremation, but I don't want to worry about the rest. After all, she hasn't been there for more than ten years. What's more, we broke off contact because of unpleasantness in the first place. I can It was worthy of her to help her with so much money after her death, so I had to ask the police comrades to make a few hard trips."
Of course, Yuanchun didn't let the police comrades do the errands in vain, so she donated. One million will be given to the police comrades at the police station to improve their meals.
Therefore, the police comrades at the police station are also willing to make this trip.
Wang Xiaoyan’s ashes were taken away by Fan Lei. Fan Lei buried Wang Xiaoyan in the ancestral cemetery of the Fan family in his hometown.
Not long after Wang Xiaoyan died, Fan Lei became a garbage beggar, digging through trash cans every day to pick up garbage in exchange for money to buy food.
Fan Lei’s grandparents left one after another in the third year after Fan Lei was imprisoned. The two old people only left an old house for Fan Lei. They saved up their retirement savings for three years.
But he only saved tens of thousands of yuan, and Fan Lei had already spent all of it.
Today, Fan Lei only has an old house left. However, because he picks up garbage every day and brings home cockroaches, the whole building is full of cockroaches. Everyone goes to his house to block people and prevent him from living there. Go down.
Later, Fan Lei sold the house.
I went to my hometown alone.
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 picking up her grandchildren from school at the gate of the elementary school.
Her daughter-in-law gave birth to a pair of twins, a boy and a girl. Yuan Chunle and his daughter-in-law were at home raising their grandchildren and did nothing.
I no longer write what I wrote before.
Just live a happy life surrounded by children and grandchildren.
Yuan Chun also lived a long life in this life. He lived to be ninety-nine before passing away.
When she died, Xiaobao, who was almost eighty years old, cried like a child and called for his mother.
(End of this chapter)