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Ran He also privately hopes that Ran Ping can go through more trials and become more resilient.

Looking at Wang Hong's increasingly gloomy expression, Ran He's tone was filled with an irresistible determination: "Since the first day you stepped into this threshold, I have made it clear that if you live here, you must abide by my rules. Did you not listen to me, or do you think this place is like Fulin Village, where you can do whatever you want and command everything here at will?"

Wang Hong did not refute. Her silence at this moment seemed to acknowledge everything.

Indeed, during this period of time, Wang Hong had relied on her relationship with the Su family and had become somewhat arrogant. In addition, she had been criticized repeatedly by Ran He and had accumulated a lot of resentment in her heart. She had a conflict with Wu's mother on impulse.

"Since you agree so much with Mother Wu's opinion, isn't it a bit shameless for your family to stay here? I think you should leave early and go back. If you want to come visit during festivals in the future, it all depends on your mood at the time."

There was a hint of coldness and hardness in Ran He's words that could not be refuted.

Wang Hong's face turned pale as paper in an instant. Although she was not smart, she was aware that Ran He was now the undisputed backbone of the Su family.

Just from the amount of wages she paid to the workers every day, it was clear that Ran He was quite well-off.

If the family encounters any emergency in the future, Ran He will undoubtedly be their first choice.

Therefore, it is crucial to maintain a good relationship with Ran He, otherwise it would be tantamount to cutting off one's own retreat and losing an invisible gold mine.

"Sister, I really know I was wrong this time. After all, we are a family. Please be magnanimous and give me a chance to correct my mistake. I will also apologize to mom. I shouldn't have spoken to her in that manner. After all, she is an elder and I should give her due respect."

Wang Hong tried hard to force an awkward smile. As for the authenticity of this apology, perhaps only she knew it.

Ran He did not pursue this further, she was more concerned about the actual action.

Having said that, if Wang Hong really wants to stay, it is not completely impossible.

"Have you thought it through? Have you really decided to stay? I can forgive you for what happened this time, but if you and Ran Ping stay here, you must accept the new arrangements. You can live here, but you will need to pay two hundred coins per month for accommodation. As for food, you must be self-sufficient. You can pick vegetables from the garden at will, but if you have any additional needs, don't count on it."

Ran He knew very well that within his territory, the rules must be clear and unambiguous, so as to prevent Wang Hong from becoming an idler who does nothing and enjoys the fruits of others' labor. Such a situation must not be tolerated.

Wang Hong was furious when she heard this: "What do you mean? I have to pay rent to live in my own home? I have to find my own meals too?"

There was uncontrollable anger in her voice.

Ran He crossed her arms across her chest, her expression revealing a hint of helplessness. She rolled her eyes, but her tone was full of unquestionable self-righteousness: "Is there anything wrong with this? I'm not Ran Ping's creditor, why should I provide for his daily life unconditionally? Everyone has their own responsibilities and obligations, don't they?"

The three of them carefully moved the heavy objects to the door one by one, and every step was extremely cautious, as if what they held in their hands were not only objects but also seeds of hope.

Outside the door, the sun was shining obliquely. The people who had been waiting for a long time were either standing or sitting, and conversations were heard one after another. The air was filled with anticipation and anxiety.

When the three people appeared, everyone moved at the sound, just like dry land welcoming rain, and quickly gathered into a flow of people.

Just as Nian Xia was about to speak, two skinny, black and dirty little hands suddenly appeared in front of her. They were trembling slightly, like shy cubs exploring the unknown world.

When she lowered her head, she found that it was a little beggar, with a toughness and cunningness in his eyes that did not belong to his age.

"You're not here to apply for a job, are you?"

As soon as Nian Xia finished speaking, the corners of her mouth unconsciously rose with a hint of imperceptible tenderness.

The little beggar's eyes widened, as if they were filled with the stars of the world. He stared at Nian Xia without disguising himself and said confidently, "I'm in line, it's time for me to get the steamed bun."

Although the voice was childish, it was full of unquestionable power.

Nian Xia felt mixed emotions, and her bitter smile revealed helplessness, "These are prepared for friends who come for interviews, not for charity. Sorry, I can't give them to you."

The little beggar's face suddenly darkened, and his thin body trembled slightly with disappointment, but his eyes were still stubbornly staring at the white, tender, steaming buns, and a hoarse swallowing sound came from his throat.

He pleaded: "Kind sister, I haven't eaten for three days. Please be kind and give me some steamed buns."

The helplessness contained in that voice makes people feel pity.

Nian Xia couldn't resist the softness in her heart after all, so she took out two steamed buns from the basket and gently placed them on the little beggar's hands, her eyes full of complicated emotions, "This is the only way."

This helplessness does not come from stinginess, but because the number of steamed buns prepared is limited and time is tight, so they cannot be distributed as desired.

However, the ripples of good intentions triggered an unexpected storm.

The little beggar's figure had just disappeared at the entrance of the alley when a group of ragged beggars, as if they had received some kind of call, rushed in like a flood that broke through a dam, instantly impacting the originally orderly team. Their target was clear, and they were aiming directly at those tempting steamed buns.

Faced with this sudden change, Nian Xia tried her best to stay calm and explained patiently: "There is no food for charity here. Please go find help somewhere else."

But her voice was drowned out by the noise and seemed so weak and powerless.

One of the beggars argued back: "But we clearly saw you give the kid a steamed bun!"

After he finished speaking, a number of worn-out bowls were raised in front of them, like an order that could not be refused, filled with a determination to never give up until the goal was achieved.

A cold look flashed across Mo Yu's eyes. He realized that he had to take action. "Let's go. Don't let this delay our business."

But in the face of the emotional offensive, everything seems pale and powerless.

"They are well-dressed and have plenty of money to buy food. We are penniless, so please be kind and give us some."

The voice of an old beggar is vicissitudes and powerful, trying to touch the softest part of people's hearts.

The beggars' requests came one after another, forming an irresistible wave, and every word was like a needle pricking the conscience of everyone present.

Just as the three of them were in trouble, Ran He, who was having dinner in the house, came out after hearing the noise. She put down her chopsticks, frowned, and there was a hint of thought in her eyes.

A beggar with sharp eyes saw her at a glance, as if he had found his savior.