So far, she had put up with her bullshit for Lu Qinâs sake, but the old woman seemed to have forgotten the fact that she wasnât 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 Huanâs 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.
âYou get along with Lu Yi,â said Su Qingdong, rising and taking a few steps forward. âEven if heâs 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.â
Hearing that, Su Muranâs 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 couldnât sit still after hearing about Lu Jinâs 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 Jinâs family is back, it would only be natural for her to move back too.
âPack our things, Mei Zhi. We are moving back to the Lu Estate.â
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 wasnât so bad either. The Western Courtyard alone was a few times bigger than her current place. To be fair, her current place wasnât 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 couldnât 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 didnât 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 Xiaoyueâs 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...n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Death. She almost died, like that loser Lu Jing.
âCome here, Lu Jin. Little Bean has gotten fatter lately, donât you think so?â asked Ye Shuyun, passing Little Bean over to Lu Jin. Indeed, it was quite hefty. It wasnât 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 wasnât even sure if Little Bean can catch a mouse anymore. Of course, that wasnât Little Beanâs 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 Huanâs 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.
âYe Shuyun...! Enough is enough!â
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.
âWhatâs the big idea, Ye Shuyun? Who gave you permission to renovate my Western Courtyard? Have you even asked me about it?â Qin Xiaoyue was not only angry, but also in a state of shock from nearly being killed by the brick. She wouldâve been a goner if that landed on her head.
Ye Shuyun sat down leisurely and poured herself a cup of tea.
âYou dare to drink tea?â said Ye Shuyun, darting forward and snatching away the cup from her hand.
The cup made a clink as it smashed into the ground.
âAre you done?â shouted Ye Shuyun, slamming a hand on the table as she stood up.
âThis is my house. I can renovate it in any way I see fit.â