So far, she had put up with her bullshit for Lu Qin’s sake, but the old woman seemed to have forgotten the fact that she wasn’t even her daughter-in-law yet. She would go on and on about how Yan Huan bought this and that for Ye Shuyun.
If Yan Huan’s so good, why not ask her to be your daughter-in-law instead?
Having her as a mother-in-law was a misfortune, but Su Muran was no pushover either, and she would make the lives of anyone who made a fool out of her miserable.
Who, or whose mother they were, made no matter.
“You get along with Lu Yi,” said Su Qingdong, rising and taking a few steps forward. “Even if he’s not a trueborn son, he holds inheritance rights. If any misfortune was to befall Lu Yi and his family, then all of their assets would pass on to Lu Qin.”
Hearing that, Su Muran’s red lips curved upwards.
Misfortune, that has a nice ring to it. Yes, I do hope some misfortune befalls them and kills them all.
She had taken a keen interest in Lin Lang after all.
She would wait for Lin Lang to be built, floor by floor, and to flourish, before claiming it for herself.
Meanwhile, Yan Huan remained unaware of their devious designs. Had she known, she might have spat in their faces.
An overly clean pond was uninhabitable, and an overly shameless person was undefeatable.
She had seen shameless people, but none that could rival the level of Su Qingdong and his daughter.
A month later, Qin Xiaoyue couldn’t sit still after hearing about Lu Jin’s family moving back to their estate. She longed for spaciousness and comfort, but most importantly, the status that came with living there. Plus, all her mahjong and spa friends lived in that region. The place she was currently living at was cramped and had a small living room. She had found it most uncomfortable for residence.
Initially, she was planning on asking Lu Qin to help her move to another place, but Lu Qin was so busy with filming lately she hardly saw him. Now that Lu Jin’s family is back, it would only be natural for her to move back too.
“Pack our things, Mei Zhi. We are moving back to the Lu Estate.”
Rather than an estate, it was more like a manor. They used to have one too, until Lu Jing sold it away as a result of his failed business ventures.
But the Lu Estate wasn’t so bad either. The Western Courtyard alone was a few times bigger than her current place. To be fair, her current place wasn’t that bad either, but getting used to it was hard, especially after all those years of living at a better place.
And there was no place better than the Lu Estate, where she had lived for dozens of years. Plus, she couldn’t just let Lu Jin and his family have things their way, could she?
Mei Zhi quickly packed up the luggage and followed behind Qin Xiaoyue, all ready to move.
As for other things, Qin Xiaoyue didn’t want to take anything other than the costly ones. There was no lack of necessities at the Lu Estate, and neither her son nor her future daughter-in-law had a need for such things either.
She must have whatever Ye Shuyun has; more, better, and more exquisite than what she has.
However, when the car pulled up inside, she and Mei Zhi were both stunned.
Was the house wrapped in barricade tape her Western Courtyard? Her house? Her home?
Who on earth had the galls to touch her house without her approval?
From within came the spasmodic clatter, along with waves of dusty air.
Qin Xiaoyue felt a sudden, heart-rending pain.
She advanced, her high-heels digging hard into the ground, and lifted a piece of the barricade tape… and a brick fell short before him with a loud bang. She stood rooted to the ground, stunned.
Mei Zhi found her voice jammed at her throat, forgetting to even offer a word of warning. Even if she had wanted to, it was already too late.
The brick had already fell beside Qin Xiaoyue’s feet, leaving her shell-shocked.
Mei Zhi quickly pulled her away from the barricade tapes.
Qin Xiaoyue was pale as a ghost. Her limbs still felt numb, and sweat was rolling down her forehead in large drops.
She was so close, merely a step away from…
Death. She almost died, like that loser Lu Jing.
“Come here, Lu Jin. Little Bean has gotten fatter lately, don’t you think so?” asked Ye Shuyun, passing Little Bean over to Lu Jin. Indeed, it was quite hefty. It wasn’t easy for a little kitten to grow into a cat empress.
She placed Little Bean down on an electronic scale.
A full fifteen grams, which was considerably heavy for a cat. She wasn’t even sure if Little Bean can catch a mouse anymore. Of course, that wasn’t Little Bean’s role. The role Little Bean had to play was to attract followers for Yan Huan. With its cat-regal face and ever-increasing weight, it had earned itself a monumental place in Yan Huan’s Weibo after winning the hearts of many with its goofy cuteness. Even now, more followers were flooding in.
That was when Ye Shuyun heard a sudden shrill from outside.
“Ye Shuyun…! Enough is enough!”
Ye Shuyun frowned.
Why was Qin Xiaoyue raising a ruckus in her house this early in the morning? Had all those years of etiquette classes gone to waste?
She placed Little Bean down and patted it on the head. Go, go play by yourself.
Little Bean wagged its tail and sauntered to a spot to lie down, tummy rubbing against the ground as it walked. Perhaps it was too fat after all. It was looking more pig than cat.
Qin Xiaoyue stormed in seething, pointing and cursing at Ye Shuyun right as she saw her.
“What’s the big idea, Ye Shuyun? Who gave you permission to renovate my Western Courtyard? Have you even asked me about it?” Qin Xiaoyue was not only angry, but also in a state of shock from nearly being killed by the brick. She would’ve been a goner if that landed on her head.
Ye Shuyun sat down leisurely and poured herself a cup of tea.
“You dare to drink tea?” said Ye Shuyun, darting forward and snatching away the cup from her hand.
The cup made a clink as it smashed into the ground.
“Are you done?” shouted Ye Shuyun, slamming a hand on the table as she stood up.
“This is my house. I can renovate it in any way I see fit.”
