Chapter 172: The Death of Li Guifen

On the screen, a cute little girl with short hair bent down and asked, “Are you here to poop?”

The scene then cut to Li Guifen pulling down her pants, squatting on the ground, and starting to relieve herself. Her strained facial expressions were deliberately zoomed in and replayed, accompanied by a catchy little song:

“Come on, work hard! You have to push to poop! If you can’t get it out, that’s okay—at least let out a fart! Pfft~”

Finally, there was a commentary from Zhuge Liang: “I have never seen anyone so shameless in my life!”

Bi Cuilan watched the video in front of her and couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

“Hahaha! Who edited this video? They’re so talented!”

Zhao Ping’an laughed beside her. “It has to be my idol! Who else in the neighborhood has the means to install surveillance cameras?”

Bi Cuilan praised enthusiastically, “That little girl did great! That’s exactly how you deal with a shameless old hag like her!”

At this point, Li Guifen had been surrounded and mocked by the crowd for a long time, her face turning as green as it could possibly get.

She had only wanted to leave some poop to disgust her daughter-in-law, but who would have thought she’d end up getting beaten, forced to eat feces, and now her video of pooping in public was being played on a loop for everyone to see—publicly humiliated!

She desperately tried to bury her face in her body, but An Nan had tied her up so tightly she couldn’t move at all.

All she could do was tilt her head back and endure everyone’s ridicule and laughter.

“Look, the face in the video is the same as this woman tied up here!”

“Hahahaha! This is killing me. Too bad there’s no electricity or internet—otherwise, if we uploaded this to TikTok, it would go viral for sure!”

“This person is disgusting. How could she go and poop at someone else’s doorstep?”

“That’s not all—look closely, she didn’t even wipe after she finished! She just pulled up her pants and left.”

“Ewwww~”

That whole night, nearly a thousand people came by to watch Li Guifen poop.

Even those who had stayed home were drawn outside by the commotion, and soon everyone was doubled over with laughter.

Since the disaster struck, it was the rarest moment of joy and levity in the neighborhood.

Everyone laughed heartily—everyone except the miserable Li Guifen.

She was left hanging there for two whole days, and no one came to let her down.

Everyone knew that anyone who still had electricity at this point was not to be messed with. Some had even seen with their own eyes that the infamous “She-Devil” was the one who tied her up.

Having survived the brutal apocalypse, who would stick their neck out for a rude old woman?

It wasn’t until Zhang Xiaobao, the homebody, ran out of cookies at home that he finally came out to look for her.

By then, Li Guifen was already on the verge of death.

The weather was scorching hot—nights were bearable, but the blazing sun during the day could kill a person. What’s more, she’d already been beaten up by An Nan and was physically weak to begin with.

When Zhang Xiaobao untied her, she was barely conscious, her cracked lips mumbling nonstop:

“Water… water…”

Zhang Xiaobao said anxiously, “I only came out to find you because we ran out of water at home. Where am I supposed to get you water?”

Li Guifen kept muttering, “Water… water…”

Zhang Xiaobao touched her face—it was burning hot.

If she didn’t get water soon, she might really die. In a panic, he had no choice but to unzip his pants.

“Mom, there really isn’t any water. Just pretend we’re in the desert and this is an emergency!”

Li Guifen was sprayed in the face with his foul-smelling urine and slowly came to.

Tears streamed down her old face as she looked at her precious son. “Xiaobao, take me home.”

Zhang Xiaobao looked troubled. “There’s nothing left to eat at home! You have to go find food for me!”

Li Guifen said nothing more, just cried endlessly.

Helpless, Zhang Xiaobao could only help her back home.

Meanwhile, in apartment 1401, An Nan was visiting Chu Peipei.

“Peipei-jie, you’re not mad at me about what happened to Li Guifen, are you?”

Chu Peipei shook her head. “She brought it on herself.”

Then she smiled faintly. “Nan Nan, to be honest, I actually feel a bit of secret satisfaction…”

An Nan looked at her in surprise.

Chu Peipei had always been a kind person, never gloating over others’ misfortunes—especially when it came to her own mother-in-law.

If it were anyone else, An Nan would have thought it normal to feel pleased—after all, Li Guifen was a truly wicked mother-in-law.

But for Chu Peipei, An Nan always thought she’d be especially tolerant and kind.

Chu Peipei saw what An Nan was thinking, so she started telling her about her own bizarre experiences.

“The first time I went back to my husband Jiadong’s hometown, my father-in-law secretly peeked through the window while I was changing. When I caught him, my mother-in-law didn’t blame him at all—instead, she scolded me for being a vixen and even beat Jiadong half to death for standing up for me…”

“After that, the two of us never went back to their village. Later, my mother-in-law would always find excuses to bring my brother-in-law to stay with us in the city. One time, she even came to my workplace…”

Chu Peipei recounted many stories, leaving An Nan dumbfounded.

“Peipei-jie, you’re really kind—you even gave them water and cookies! If it were me, the first thing I’d do after my husband died would be to kill that whole family!”

Chu Peipei gave a bitter smile. “Jiadong was a filial son. No matter how much I disliked her, I still had to call her ‘Mom’…”

An Nan said nothing more, but secretly thought: Looks like I accidentally helped Peipei vent her anger.

Li Guifen had been tormented by the people on the 15th floor and by her, and probably didn’t have long to live.

Just as An Nan expected, Li Guifen only lasted two days before she was done for.

On her deathbed, she told Zhang Xiaobao, “Son! You can’t count on your sister-in-law anymore. From now on, you have to fend for yourself. Never mess with the people in this building again.”

Zhang Xiaobao lay beside her, sobbing.

“Mom, if you go too, what am I going to do? You still haven’t brought me any food!”

That’s right—he wasn’t crying for his mother, but for himself, now left with no one to rely on.

Looking at her son, Li Guifen was filled with regret. Only now did she understand the saying, “Spoiling a child is as bad as killing them.”

Her son was already twenty-three, yet still couldn’t live independently…

But there was no way to turn back time now. All she could do was give him some final advice:

“Don’t… don’t stay in the sun, watch out for heatstroke, don’t mess with the neighbors, don’t go proposing marriage, find… find food for yourself…”

Before she could finish, she breathed her last.

With Li Guifen’s passing, Building 6 returned to its former peace.

Zhang Xiaobao also disappeared from everyone’s sight.

Not long after, the temperature shot up from fifty degrees to sixty. The whole neighborhood was like a steamer—no one dared go out, not even at night.

One day, An Nan was at home watching a movie when she suddenly heard Zhao Ping’an knocking outside.

“Idol!”

“Peipei!”

The two of them came out at his call, only to see him grinning.

“My mother and I sincerely invite you both to our house for dinner tomorrow!”

An Nan and Chu Peipei exchanged glances.

They’d never actually been to Zhao Ping’an’s home before.

“What made you suddenly decide to invite us over?”"