Chapter 137: Extortion

Qi Fengying was still unaware that people were gossiping about her family in such a way.

Last time, her son called the old man and told him he had married a wife. She was so happy that she couldn’t sleep all night and called her son early the next morning to ask about it.

Her daughter-in-law was from Haicheng, a high school graduate, and very beautiful, just like Xiao Xian’er. That day, her son talked a lot, even telling her that they had met through a matchmaker, both of their parents had passed away, and there was a younger brother in the family.

Suddenly, Long Shitian grabbed Fang Yu’s hair firmly and with a forceful yank, lifted Fang Yu’s muddy face up from the ground.

Qin Yinan didn’t get up either. He calmly glanced at Han Yutong, who was stunned on the sofa, and his voice was as indifferent as if he were recounting something insignificant and unrelated to himself.

Fortunately, before this, she had only been lying down in the beauty salon, and someone had been giving her massages. She was still in good spirits. Moreover, since coming out, she had either been lying in the salon or sitting in a tea restaurant, so she wasn’t tired. Taking a walk around the mall should be no problem.

Less of the youthful innocence remained, replaced by a hint of maturity; combined with the tear mole at the corner of her eye, it completely transformed her aura.

Dong Yuanzheng didn’t understand why everyone looked so strange. Unable to figure it out, he simply pushed it to the back of his mind, casually sat beside Gu Shuixiu, and then leisurely began eating.

After all, everyone was troubled—where could they find so many handsome men? And they wanted each one to be a perfect gem?

On Yang Jianuo’s table lay several sheets of paper—these were Xu Yingying’s information. Last night, after she caught Li Muhan with Xu Yingying, she had someone investigate Xu Yingying.

“By the way, don’t you have two younger brothers? They weren’t home when we got married. Now that mother-in-law is like this, do they know?” After hearing Wen Boyun’s words, Dong Qinyan suddenly remembered that the Meng family had more than just Wen Boyun as a son. Up to now, she still hadn’t met Wen Boyun’s brothers.

Heartbroken Grace had originally planned to return to her country to clear her mind but suddenly saw a photo of Song Chuyi on a mall’s electronic screen. She recalled that when she was in the United States, she had told Song Chuyi that if he ever came to Huaxia, he should visit her.

The so-called path of killing one's wife is merely the first level of the heavenly way. After killing the wife, one destroys love. The second level kills one’s own relatives, destroying human relationships. The third level involves slaying demons—killing all those who wish to kill you. Though called demon slaying, it is essentially no different from becoming a demon oneself.

Wang Si Cong shrugged and spread his hands, looking as if to say, “You ask me, I ask who?” This infuriated Zhao Xu immensely.

“The Empress Dowager values the Xu family. If the Imperial Concubine doesn’t want to offend the Empress Dowager, she should at least show us some respect.” Though the Imperial Concubine was the emperor’s consort, who would be foolish enough to offend two national ladies? The emperor’s consorts might seem lofty, but many matters still depended on others.

Although this matter was a worry typical of a new bride, it revealed more and more about the wife’s character. To him, having such a companion was indeed a blessing.

Hu Tingxuan pulled Zhou Zekai forward, fearless now, her heart already made up.

Zhou Yunye was surprised that his grandson had such thoughts and looked over curiously. Zhou Hongyi beside him was also curious—why would his son think like this?

Mo Xi frowned, her face clouded with frustration so clearly it seemed the word was written there. Fortunately, this corner was a bit dark; if the man saw her expression, he would definitely lose his temper.

Yin Ruo Jun frowned. He had been taught never to behave so disgracefully. Peng Yu squatted at the gate, holding a bowl of rice, chewing noisily, giving off the impression of a farmer eating a steamed bun in the fields.

Although Mo Xi didn’t like Jia Shaojie, they had played together for several years, so there was some friendship between them.

“Lin Mengmeng works here part-time as a waitress. She usually sweeps the floor and serves food,” Ho Min’er said softly.