Quick Transmigration: The Cannon Fodder's Comeback in the Era Tales

Chapter 407: Chapter 407: Unfit Foster Mother 48

This life, without the inheritance from the original owner, Wang Xiaoyan had a tougher time, having tasted all kinds of bitterness.

Died even earlier than the previous life.

When Yuan Chun heard the news of Wang Xiaoyan’s death, she was accompanying her daughter-in-law at the beauty salon, her expression unchanged, just said to 007, ”It’s good that she’s dead, this enemy should have died long ago.”

gloated, ”Host, with Wang Xiaoyan’s death, Fan Lei doesn’t even have the money to handle her funeral. Since the two of them didn’t register their marriage, Fan Lei isn’t obliged to arrange anything for her after death, so the police are heading to your house.”

”I know, it’s just cremation money, I can afford it.”

With the enemy dead, Yuan Chun didn’t mind spending on cremation fees, but buying a grave site for her enemy was out of the question.

When Yuan Chun and her daughter-in-law drove back to the community, they saw a police car at the gate.

Yuan Chun got out of the car and let her daughter-in-law go home first. After all, she didn’t want her daughter-in-law involved in such unlucky affairs.

”Ms. Liu, do you know a woman named Wang Xiaoyan?”

The police officer stepped forward to inquire.

Yuan Chun nodded, pretending not to know, and asked, ”I’m Wang Xiaoyan’s aunt, what brings you here to me?”

”It’s like this, Ms. Liu, not long ago, Wang Xiaoyan passed away...”

Not only did they want Yuan Chun to arrange after-death affairs for Wang Xiaoyan, but also to help pay the large medical bills she owed.

Yuan Chun didn’t lack money, with the enemy dead, she didn’t care as much, but handling the enemy’s after-death affairs was out of the question.

”My relationship with my niece wasn’t good; she owed the hospital money, I can help pay it, and also cover the cremation fees, but other things, I don’t want to deal with, after all, we haven’t been in contact for over ten years, and back then, our split wasn’t pleasant, doing even this much for her after death should be fair, so I’ll have to trouble the police officer to make a few trips.”

Of course, Yuan Chun didn’t let the police officer work for free; she donated a million to the police station to improve the officers’ meals.

Thus, the officers were happy to make the trip.

Wang Xiaoyan’s ashes were taken away by Fan Lei.

Fan Lei buried Wang Xiaoyan in his family’s ancestral grave in his hometown.

Not long after Wang Xiaoyan’s death, Fan Lei became a garbage picker, rummaging through trash cans every day to find garbage to trade for money to buy food.

Fan Lei’s grandparents passed away one after the other in the third year after Fan Lei went to prison, leaving him only an old house and three years’ worth of their saved retirement funds.

But it was only tens of thousands of yuan, which Fan Lei had already spent.

Now, Fan Lei was left with an old house, but because he brought home garbage every day, attracting cockroaches to the whole building, everyone blocked him from living there.

Later, Fan Lei sold the house.

He went alone to his home village.

Not long after, he also died of illness in the countryside.

When Yuan Chun received news from the system about Fan Lei’s death, she was at the elementary school gate picking up her grandson and granddaughter after school.

Her daughter-in-law had given birth to a pair of twins, and Yuan Chun happily lived at home with her son-in-law and granddaughter, doing nothing.

She didn’t write anymore, just lived a happy life surrounded by her grandchildren.

In this life, Yuan Chun lived a long life, passing away at ninety-nine.

When she died, the nearly eighty-year-old Xiao Bao cried like a child, calling out for his mom.