Li Ziqing’s ancestral home was a siheyuan (courtyard house) with three layers.

Located on Xuanwu Street, it was already very close to the center of the imperial city.

In addition, it had hundreds of years of historical significance, even possessing collectible value.

That was why its price was so high and had remained so.

This was the first time Li Ziqing had returned since she left this courtyard as a child.

The scenes in her memory had become dull and blurred. For Li Ziqing, it didn't have much of a nostalgic feeling.

More than that, it was a kind of inheritance, a kind of responsibility.

"Dad, the things you once accomplished, I have also accomplished, and I've done it even better."

"I swear, this time, no one will be able to take anything from me again."

Li Ziqing murmured, stroking the blue bricks on the courtyard wall.

Revenge was something engraved in her blood.

And at this moment, her blood was close to boiling.

Li Dahai wasn't home. Li Dahai's wife, Wang Peixia, was a large, fat woman with a wide face.

From her face, one could vaguely see what Li Zijian looked like before his plastic surgery.

"Mom, I'm back."

Returning home, Li Zijian's mind finally settled down.

Along the way, he had been worried that Li Ziqing would kill him.

He thought that since Li Ziqing hadn't done anything before, she definitely wouldn't do anything now.

What's more, this was the ancestral home of the Li family, the place where the souls of the Li family ancestors rested. It was impossible for Li Ziqing to attack him here.

At this time, Wang Peixia was playing mahjong with several neighbors, her whole mind focused on the game.

When Li Zijian came back, she just raised her eyelids and said impatiently, "So you're back. There's food in the pot. Go eat it yourself if you're hungry."

She had long been completely disappointed with this useless son, just like his dead father.

Good-for-nothing, yet ambitious.

Over the years, he had been living off the family's old wealth.

The huge family fortune had been dwindling under this spendthrift behavior.

Fortunately, the family had this old house. If it really came down to it, selling the old house would bring in billions, enough to spend for several lifetimes. This was where her confidence lay.

But recently, that unlucky son had mortgaged the property certificate because of gambling debts.

Thinking of this, she became very angry.

So when she saw Li Zijian coming back, she didn't give him a good look at all.

"My sister is back too."

Li Zijian added.

"Your sister? Where did you get a sister?"

Wang Peixia subconsciously thought that her son was talking nonsense again. Then she thought of something, raised her head and asked, "Are you talking about that little bitch who's back?"

"Mom, don't talk nonsense like that! If my sister hears you, you'll be in trouble!"

As soon as he heard his mother call Li Ziqing a "little bitch," Li Zijian quickly covered his mother's mouth and explained, "She's not the same as before now."

"Bah, bah, bah, get your dirty paws away from me!"

Wang Peixia snorted, "What could be different? A bitch is a bitch, just like her bitch mother, all they know how to do is seduce men!"

"Alright, alright, I'm not playing anymore, let's call it a day!"

Wang Peixia pushed the mahjong tiles onto the table and began to shoo people away, "Everyone, go home quickly."

"Wang Peixia, we've only played a few rounds! You're saying you're not playing anymore after winning money? What kind of behavior is that?"

The mahjong partners wouldn't agree to Wang Peixia quitting.

"I just don't want to play anymore, what are you going to do about it?"

Wang Peixia stood up, put one hand on her hip, and pointed at the person with the other, like a big teapot, ready to start scolding.

"Alright, alright, stop it! If you don't want to play, then don't play. With someone like you, we won't come to your house to play anymore in the future. Let's go, let's go play at my house!"

The mahjong partners dispersed. Wang Peixia pulled Li Zijian over and asked in a low voice, "Did that little bitch help you pay off your gambling debts?"

"No."

Li Zijian shook his head and said truthfully.

He thought to himself, Jin Qianbao is dead, where would the gambling debts be?

But before he could explain, Wang Peixia scolded, "Bah, I knew it, it's useless to ask her for anything. That little bitch would be happy if we all died. How could she possibly help you!"

Before Li Zijian went to Jiangcheng, he only told Wang Peixia about asking Li Ziqing for help, but he didn't mention Jin Qianbao's conspiracy.

"Mom, although the gambling debts haven't been paid off, the property certificate has been retrieved. It's in her hands."

Li Zijian said.

If it were a normal person, hearing this sentence, they would definitely think about it. If the gambling debts haven't been paid off, how was the property certificate retrieved?

But Wang Peixia wouldn't think about it at all. She didn't care. All she cared about was the property certificate.

"Then why didn't you say so earlier? Hurry up, call that little bitch in and get the property certificate back!"

Wang Peixia urged.

"She went to the back hall, said she was going to offer incense to the ancestors."

Li Zijian said, "Mom, my sister is really different from before now. Be nicer to her. If it really doesn't work, let's just forget about the property certificate and return the house to her."

When he said these words, Li Zijian's mood was very complicated.

On the one hand, he didn't want to provoke Li Ziqing, because he hadn't lived enough yet.

But on the other hand, he didn't want to give up the ancestral home.

Because this ancestral home was the biggest asset of their family. As long as they had the ancestral home, he wouldn't be afraid of running out of resources.

So he advised his mother, but he didn't tell her everything.

He still had a glimmer of hope. What if his mother had a way to deal with Li Ziqing? What if his mother could get the property certificate back?

If all else failed, even if he really angered Li Ziqing, his mother would be there to take the fall…

"Are you stupid? Listen to what you're saying!"

Wang Peixia stared at this useless son and scolded, "This house is ours, why should we give it to her? Besides, if we give her the house, what will happen to our family in the future? Are we going to starve?"

"Alright, then Mom, I'm counting on you. The current Li Ziqing is really not someone to be trifled with…"

Li Zijian repeated that Li Ziqing was not easy to provoke, but he was vague and didn't explain why Li Ziqing was not easy to provoke.

"Hmph, not easy to provoke?"

Wang Peixia snorted, "A little slut, what's not easy to provoke about her? Watch how I deal with her!"

Seeing his mother like this, Li Zijian suddenly had an ominous premonition.

He opened his mouth, but in the end, he stopped talking.

After all, this was really his last hope.

What's more, even if he said it, his mother might not listen.

Looking at his mother's swaying back, Li Zijian had no choice but to comfort himself like this.

In the back hall, Li Ziqing offered a few sticks of incense to the ancestral tablets.

She lowered her beautiful eyebrows, thinking to herself that it was time to bring in her parents' tablets as well.

Just then, a strange voice came from outside.

"Oh, isn't this Li Ziqing? You're back and you didn't even say hello to me. It seems that you really don't have any respect for me, your third aunt!"

"What's the matter? Do you think you're doing well now, your wings have hardened? You can be arrogant, can you?"