After Rebirth, My Fiancé Helps Me Avenge the Wicked Scum

Chapter 90: Top-Grade Attack (Part 3)
Mengyu was confused: “Didn’t you say you didn’t buy it? Just because you’re not buying, does that mean you won’t allow anyone else to?”
“How dare you! The house that I, Ma Dapan, am in the middle of transacting, you have the audacity to snatch it away!”
Ma Dapan was furious; she had driven away all the other potential buyers and was counting on Uncle Chen’s urgency to sell the house because of his health, hoping to live with his son, before she dared to press him on the price.
Actually, adding up the courtyard, the area occupied was more than three hundred square meters, and the house itself was also one hundred and fifty to sixty square meters. If Uncle Chen was not in such a hurry to sell, this courtyard could have fetched at least thirty thousand yuan.
But who made him insist on holding onto the house with his poor health condition?
It was said that this time he was in a hurry to sell the house because his grandson needed the money.
She estimated that if she haggled for another two days, she could buy this courtyard for sixteen thousand yuan.
But she had just left yesterday morning, and when she came back this morning after just twenty-four hours, the house had been snatched away!
When has Ma Dapan ever suffered such a loss?
“This house belongs to Uncle Chen, he is willing to sell, I am willing to buy, both buyer and seller agree, the deal can be made. The house is not yours, why do I need your consent to buy it?” Mengyu said coldly.
She could see now that this woman was just here to cause trouble. If she showed any weakness, she feared that even keeping the house might be an issue.
Ma Dapan was enraged: “You little wench, how dare you talk back? Do you not know how fearsome I, Ma Dapan, am?”
Looking at the girl in front of her, who appeared to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, Ma Dapan was struck by another thought: previously, since the house was in Old Man Chen’s hands, she couldn’t force him to sell and could only pester him. But now that the house was in this girl’s hands, she didn’t have to worry so much.
“Forget it, seeing as you’re young, I won’t berate you anymore. Sell me the house for twelve thousand yuan right now, and we’ll go get the transfer done today.”
She wants to buy a house that I bought for thirty thousand yuan for only twelve thousand yuan?
Where is your shame?
Mengyu firmly said: “Sorry, I really like this house, not selling it!” “You dare not to sell!” Ma Dapan raised her hand to strike Mengyu.
Mengyu reached out and grabbed Ma Dapan’s wrist: “You dare to hit someone?”
Ma Dapan tried to shake free but couldn’t. Resigning herself to her fate, she raised her other hand, ferociously attempting to slap Mengyu’s face.
“What if I hit you?” Mengyu, as a Postnatal First Layer martial artist, could she really let a shrew hit her and not lose face for martial artists?
The result was, as soon as Ma Dapan’s other hand moved, it was also caught by Mengyu, and with a twist of both hands behind her back, Mengyu forced Ma Dapan to kneel on the ground: “You still want to hit someone?”
Ma Dapan screamed in pain like a slaughtering pig: “Ah—how dare you hit me! I tell you, you’re out of luck, my brother will kill you!”
Mengyu’s cold voice seemed to seep out from Hell: “You want your brother to come kill me? So, should I kill you first, huh?”
Ma Dapan shivered pitifully, feeling inexplicably that this girl was terrifying, like an evil ghost that had crawled out of Hell.
Mengyu had been Ah Piao for over a decade in her previous life, and it wasn’t for nothing. Creating a chilling atmosphere was just a matter of flicking her wrist.
“Don’t, please let me go,” Ma Dapan cried out.
Mengyu clenched her teeth: “If I let you go, are you still planning to force a purchase on my courtyard?”