Chapter 106 – If You Won’t Clean It, Then Eat the Sh*t

People like this are the classic type: they won’t cry until they see the coffin.

“Well then, here’s your evidence.”

As Jiang Yuan spoke, she pulled out her phone.

On it was a clear video showing the entire process of the old woman’s family committing the act. The footage was high-definition—no one could deny it.

“No way! How could you have this? This is impossible!”

Clearly, this was far beyond what the old woman could comprehend.

But her son reacted quickly.

“You… you actually installed surveillance!”

The crowd around them was stunned.

The power had been out for so long—yet somehow her surveillance system still worked?

“That’s right. Bet you didn’t expect our cameras to still be running.”

Jiang Yuan didn’t hide anything. In this kind of situation, people would assume the cameras had backup batteries.

Which they did—so she didn’t bother explaining further.

This also served as a warning to anyone who had ideas about stealing from her supplies.

Sun Yian’s face was grim as he looked at the old woman and her son.

“You two have really gone too far. We’re all neighbors in the same building—what are you doing?

Apologize to Jiang Yuan. Now!”

The old woman stiffened her neck. Lowering her head? That was worse than death to her.

“They hit us first! And now they won’t compensate us. Let’s just call it even!”

Sun Yian was fuming—he was brought in to sort this mess out, and it was a headache.

“How many times do I have to say it? It wasn’t even them who hit you. The problem here is you.

Don’t think I don’t know why someone hit you. If you hadn’t gone around picking fights, no one would’ve followed you home.

Hurry up. Or I’m done with this.”

It was freezing out. Wasting time like this was just dumb.

“Oh, so this is how it is, Sun Yian? You’re with them, huh? Bullying an old woman like me?

Ahhh, this world has no justice. I might as well be dead…”

With that, she threw herself to the ground and started wailing and rolling around.

Sun Yian was getting a headache—so many people were watching, and he couldn’t just drag her off.

So instead, he turned to her son and snapped, “If you want me to handle this, then shut her up. Otherwise, I’m out. You deal with it however you want.”

Jiang Yuan and her group were here in force—and they were armed. If Sun Yian backed out, her family was definitely going to take the brunt of it.

After a moment’s thought, the son made up his mind.

“Oh, come on, Building Leader Sun, she’s old and doesn’t know any better. Don’t stoop to her level. I’ll get her up.”

He forced a smile and whispered a few words in the old woman’s ear. She reluctantly got up.

“Hmph! Fine, let’s just drop it.

And your little gang beating me up? I won’t bother with that either.”

She smoothed her wrinkled clothes with an annoyed face, like she was doing them a favor.

Too bad Jiang Yuan wasn’t buying it.

“Oh? You think you’re being gracious? Getting beaten was what you deserved.

And that mess you left upstairs? I told you to clean it earlier—you refused.

Well now, don’t think you’re getting off that easy.”

“You… what do you want then?”

The old woman’s son asked impatiently, raising his voice.

“What do I want? Since you don’t appreciate kindness, then go upstairs and eat all that filth off the stairwell!”

Jiang Yuan’s voice wasn’t quiet—she was fuming, and it showed.

“What did you just say? You’ve gone too far, girl.

We’ve let it go already—just get lost!”

Fine, since they didn’t want to talk, Jiang Yuan directly pulled out her Tang knife.

Seeing things were escalating, Sun Yian quickly stepped in. If someone died here, it would seriously damage his authority.

“Calm down, calm down! You too—you were the ones in the wrong, and you’re still talking like that?

Apologize now! Go get your stuff and clean it up.”

He kept throwing looks at the people from Unit 1501—Jiang Yuan’s group were clearly tough customers. If it came to a fight, they’d get destroyed.

The old woman’s son, though annoyed, saw a way out.

“Are you all dead in there? Grab some brooms and mops—get to work!”

Finally, there was movement from inside.

A few minutes later, three people came out: a man, a woman (his wife, probably), and another younger couple—likely his sister and her boyfriend.

Sun Yian’s face softened a bit and turned to Jiang Yuan.

“Alright, let’s all calm down. They’ll clean everything up. If it happens again, you won’t even need to handle it—I will.

This time, just let it go for my sake.”

Jiang Yuan thought to herself that Sun Yian wasn’t exactly a saint—just trying to smooth things over.

“Then hurry up. If there’s a single spot left dirty, it’s not over.”

Song Yi was the first to speak, so Jiang Yuan stayed quiet. She understood—it wasn’t the right time to go nuclear.

But the anger in her heart still burned hot.

When they got to the 21st floor, it wasn’t just the 1501 crew—Jiang Yuan’s group, Sun Yian, and some curious onlookers followed.

The scene upstairs was absolutely disgusting. The old woman’s daughter immediately covered her nose.

“Ugh, it smells so bad! Why should we be the ones to clean it?”

Jiang Yuan glanced at Sun Yian with amusement—then promptly kicked the woman from behind.

The old woman’s daughter wasn’t ready—she flew forward and landed face-first in the mess.

Her whole body was smeared with filth.

“Ahhh! Waaahhh! I’m gonna kill you!”

She struggled to her feet and lunged at Jiang Yuan.

Everyone saw it and panicked—no one wanted to be touched by her. They all ran downstairs.

It was freezing, everyone was in thick clothes, and without power, heating water was a luxury.

The woman moved fast—but Jiang Yuan stood her ground and calmly held out her Tang knife.

Thankfully, she stopped just in time. That blade wasn’t for show.

Faced with a knife at her throat, she didn’t dare move forward or back.

“Gangzi, are you just going to stand there and let them bully me?”

The woman started crying, full of indignation.

Gangzi—her boyfriend—looked the part of a thug. Tall and strong, with a rough face.

Being embarrassed in front of so many people, he rolled up his sleeves.

“Hey, don’t go overboard. We’re already cleaning, you little b—”

Before he could finish, he was suddenly knocked flat—face-first.

Jiang Yuan turned her head—it was Song Yi who struck again.

Nice. He deserved a thumbs up for that.

Even Sun Yian was getting mad now. He turned on the old woman’s son and cursed him out.

“If you people don’t want to do this, then leave! You’re not even pretending to be sorry!”