Chapter 128 The Lion Opens His Mouth

Ouyang Lan said with a sorrowful expression, “Ouyang De, I am also very sad about Xiao Hui’s death, but the police have already solved the case; it was definitely an accident…”

Before she could finish speaking, Ouyang De rudely interrupted her, saying, “Stop talking nonsense! If you hadn’t opened that restaurant, would Xiao Hui have died? If you hadn’t left Xiao Hui at home, would Xiao Hui have died? If you hadn’t hidden away by yourself at night, would Xiao Hui have died?

In short, Xiao Hui’s death was entirely caused by you, and you must bear this responsibility.”

Ouyang Lan was already accustomed to the arrogance of her younger siblings. She said in a low voice, “The person is already dead. What difference does it make if I take responsibility or not? Xiao Hui cannot be resurrected.”

“Xiao Hui is already dead, but we are still alive, and you must compensate us!”

This was Ouyang De’s true objective.

Upon hearing the news of Ouyang Hui’s death, he immediately inquired about the circumstances through acquaintances.

He was astonished to discover that Ouyang Lan and her son, who had previously been destitute, had suddenly become wealthy, owning a large restaurant worth 80 million. This instantly made his brothers greedy.

The three brothers held an urgent discussion and finally agreed that they should find a way to get their hands on the restaurant, or at least a large sum of compensation money if they couldn't get the restaurant.

“Compensation? Why should I give you compensation?”

Ouyang Lan was also shocked by her brother’s idea.

Ouyang De said, “Xiao Hui is our sister. She is dead now, so shouldn’t you compensate us?”

“But, I am also your older sister, and Xiao Hui is my younger sister…”

“There are no ‘buts.’ You are living well and aren’t dead…”

“I…”

Ouyang Lan wanted to say something else, but Ouyang De again rudely interrupted her, saying, “Don’t try to shirk responsibility anymore. The day after tomorrow is the day for our family’s ancestral worship. Bring Xiao Hui’s ashes back, and we will give her a grand burial then.”

Ouyang Lan said, “You don’t need to tell me that; I will do it. I will return to our hometown tomorrow and hold the funeral for Xiao Hui the day after tomorrow.”

Ouyang De said, “Also, after the funeral, you must compensate us with your restaurant.”

“What? You actually want the restaurant.”

Although Ouyang Lan understood her younger siblings, she was still shocked by their greed.

“What? Is there something you’re unwilling to do? Is your restaurant more important than Xiao Hui’s life?”

“This isn’t a matter of willingness or unwillingness. Xiao Hui’s death was originally an accident, and that restaurant is not

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in my name; it belongs to Ye Bufan, and I have no say in it.”

Although Ouyang Lan was kind and accustomed to tolerating her younger siblings, she could not agree to such an unreasonable request.

Ouyang De said, “Big sister, are you out of your mind?

That boy is not a member of our Ouyang Family at all; he’s just a bastard you picked up. Just take the restaurant from him, and that’s it. Only we are your closest relatives.”

This time, Ouyang Lan refused without hesitation, saying, “Absolutely not. The restaurant belongs to Ye Bufan, and I have no right to take it.”

Seeing that he couldn't get the restaurant, Ouyang De then said, “Since you say so, then we brothers won’t make things difficult for you. If you don’t give the restaurant, you must at least pay money, right?

Everyone has already discussed it. There are four of us: us three brothers plus Ouyang Fei. You need to compensate each of us 2 million, plus Xiao Hui’s funeral expenses. If you give 10 million, this matter will be over.”

“10 million?” Ouyang Lan exclaimed, “Where would I get that much money?”

“You wouldn’t even want to pay this small amount of money, would you?”

On the other end of the phone, her second younger brother, Ouyang Zhi, shouted, “Ouyang Lan, do you have any conscience left? Xiao Hui is dead, and you’re reluctant to pay such a small amount of money? If you don’t have money, why don’t you sell the restaurant?”

Her third younger brother, Ouyang Cheng, shouted, “Exactly! If you’re unwilling to pay even this small amount of money, what face will you have to see Mom and Dad when you die?”

“I…” Ouyang Lan wanted to argue a bit, but in the end, she held back. She then said, “I can discuss the money with Ye Bufan, but 10 million is indeed too much.

Also, aren’t I responsible for Xiao Hui’s funeral? Why do I still need to pay 2 million?”

Ouyang De said, “What’s wrong with you being responsible? Doesn’t Xiao Hui need to be buried in our Ouyang Family’s cemetery? Doesn’t the cemetery cost money? Don’t we brothers need to attend the funeral? Shouldn’t you give us some money?”

“This…”

Ouyang Lan also felt that her younger siblings were being a bit excessive, but with Ouyang Hui already dead, she didn't want to fall out with her remaining relatives, so she endured it.

“I can’t make this decision. Let me discuss it with Ye Bufan…”

Ouyang Fei said, “What’s there to discuss?!

That bastard was raised by you, eating and drinking from our Ouyang Family since he was young. Does he dare to object if you ask him for some money? Just tell him directly. Only we are your closest people.”

Ouyang Lan hung up the phone with a dejected expression. The exorbitant demands of her younger siblings left her feeling somewhat distraught. She walked back, thinking

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about how to approach Ye Bufan.

Just then, a waiter hurried towards her from the opposite direction, carrying a tray with a glass of red wine on it.

Seeing someone approaching, she immediately stopped, but the waiter was walking too fast and still bumped into her with a thud.

The waiter was a tall and sturdy Young man, and Ouyang Lan was just a woman. Although she was prepared, the impact still caused her to fall to the ground.

The waiter’s hand slipped, and the glass on the tray fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Having knocked Ouyang Lan down, the waiter showed no apology whatsoever; instead, he rudely shouted, “What’s wrong with you? Are your eyes just for breathing? Didn’t you see someone in front of you?”

Although Ouyang Lan fell, she wasn’t seriously injured. She stood up from the ground and said, “Young man, I had already stopped. You clearly bumped into me!”

“What are you doing? Are you trying to deny it after bumping into someone? You clearly weren’t watching where you were going!”

Ouyang Lan thought the waiter had low income and was doing this purely out of fear of her extorting him, so she said, “Young man, although I fell, I wasn’t seriously injured. Let’s just forget about this!”

After saying that, she continued walking towards the private room, but the waiter suddenly blocked her path: “You say forget about it, and it’s forgotten? You clearly bumped into me. What does your injury have to do with me? This matter cannot be over!”

Ouyang Lan said in surprise, “You aren’t injured, what else do you want?”

The waiter pointed at the broken glass pieces on the ground with a sneer and said, “I’m not injured, but you broke our hotel’s glass.”

Ouyang Lan came from a poor background and was accustomed to being kind. She felt there was no harm in compensating the waiter for a glass, so she said, “It’s just a glass, isn’t it? I’ll pay for it!”

Saying that, she pulled out 10 yuan from her pocket and handed it over.

The waiter didn’t even reach out to take it, and said with a sneer, “10 yuan? Are you trying to give it to a beggar?”

Ouyang Lan’s expression froze, but she didn’t say anything. With an attitude of wanting to settle the matter peacefully, she pulled out another hundred-yuan bill from her pocket. “This should be enough, right?”

The waiter still didn’t reach for the money and sneered, “Not enough, far from it!”

Ouyang Lan said in astonishment, “Still not enough? It’s just a glass cup, isn’t it? How much money do you want?”

She didn't understand. It was just an ordinary glass cup, which would cost at most 5 yuan on the market. Why wasn't 100 yuan enough as compensation?