After Li Man entered, Huang Feng closed the door behind her and eyed her up and down.
Today, Li Man was wearing a short skirt and a sleeveless top, her slender waist and delicate legs on full display.
Huang Feng licked his lips.
No wonder his father couldn’t get her out of his mind!
Meanwhile, Li Man was calculating her next move. Huang Youde cared about nothing more than his son, Huang Feng.
Huang Youde disgusted her—always trying to take advantage. But if she could wrap Huang Feng around her finger and use this fool to her advantage, she could still cause trouble for Li Qiao, even from afar.
It was a win-win. At the very least, Huang Feng wasn’t bad-looking.
“I’m here to pick up Uncle Huang’s ID card.”
“I’ll get it for you.”
As Huang Feng stepped out of the inner room, Li Man deliberately stumbled over the coffee table leg, gasping as she lurched forward.
Just before she hit the ground, Huang Feng caught her. Trembling, Li Man melted into his arms, her soft body pressed against his. Huang Feng stiffened, his arms tightening around her instinctively.
So soft… so fragrant… His heart raced wildly.
Then, just as suddenly, Li Man pulled away.
The sudden emptiness left Huang Feng strangely unsatisfied.
Blushing, Li Man clutched the ID card. “Th-thank you… I should go now.”
“Wait—let’s exchange WeChat!” Huang Feng’s gaze burned with eagerness.
Li Man pretended to hesitate but finally relented under his persistence.
Once she left, a triumphant smirk curled her lips.
The fish has taken the bait.
One day, she would surpass Li Qiao.
Beijing. The Li Family Compound.
Li Shaoyang held a chicken leg in one hand, watching Li Qiao curiously. “Qiao, is that Tai Chi? It looks different.”
“Second Brother, this is Baduanjin.”
“What’s it for?”
“Helps with menstrual cramps, weight loss, and overall health.” Li Qiao moved gracefully through the routine, each motion precise.
When Old Master Li came out, his eyes lit up. “Baduanjin! My granddaughter is amazing—her form is even better than mine!”
With a grin, he joined her, mimicking her movements.
Li Shaoyang munched on his chicken leg, watching water drip from the tree branches. The rain at six that morning had lasted exactly twenty minutes.
Qiao might as well be a weather forecast—she’s scarily accurate.
His little sister was just that awesome.
The uninvited guests arrived right then.
Old Madam Liu, Liu Yusheng, and Liu Yulan stood outside the Li family gates.
Liu Yusheng bellowed, shamelessly loud:
“Liu Yusi! Get the hell out here! You scheming bitch, you talked Song Xi into divorcing me! You’re dead!”
Li Shaoyang promptly flung a basin of water at him, sending all three scrambling back.
“Li Shaoyang! I’m your uncle! How dare you treat me like this? Aren’t you afraid of divine retribution?” Drenched, Liu Yusheng glared furiously.
“Uncle my ass. I don’t claim trash like you as family—it’s embarrassing.”
“Shaoyang, we’re your grandmother and uncles! How dare you disrespect your elders? Is this how Liu Yusi raised you? No manners, no sense!” Old Madam Liu sneered.
Li Shaoyang’s reputation as a jinx was well-known. In her eyes, he’d never amount to anything.
“Pfft.”
“You—! Whatever, I’m not here for you. Tell Liu Yusi to come out! Why the hell did she convince Song Xi to divorce me? What’s her game?”
“Shaoyang, please ask your sister to explain. I’m sure she must have had her reasons…” Liu Yulan put on a gentle, understanding act—but she was just a vintage-grade green tea bitch.
Li Shaoyang scoffed. “What kind of stray mutt is yapping at our door?”
Liu Yulan’s eyes reddened, her lip trembling with feigned hurt.
“Second Sister… don’t mind him. He’s just a useless good-for-nothing.”
“The only useless one here is you.”
Li Qiao’s icy voice cut in.
The Liu family’s expressions twisted. They loathed Li Qiao.
Ever since she appeared, Li Songsong had suffered misfortune. Only after consulting a skilled master did they learn that Li Songsong had been targeted with a ghost-summoning talisman—
And it was Li Qiao’s doing!
Not only had she attacked Li Songsong, but she was also stealing He Jingnian from her.
A country bumpkin like Li Qiao? No way He Jingnian would actually want her.
She must have seduced him! Her precious Li Songsong was the only one worthy of He Jingnian!
If Liu Yulan couldn’t outshine Liu Yusi, then at least her daughter, Li Songsong, would outshine Li Qiao.
“You little slut! Know your place—adults are talking! Get lost, you shameless tramp!” Old Madam Liu spat venomously.
Suddenly, a bucket of water drenched her.
She shrieked, cursing wildly.
Li Qiao turned to see—
He Yi, grinning. “Oops. Thought I heard a crow screeching about a funeral.”
Li Qiao stifled a laugh. He Yi’s tongue is lethal.
By implying the Liu’s were mourning in advance, he’d basically cursed them with impending doom.
The Liu family clenched their fists, seething.
Liu Yulan quickly restrained Old Madam Liu, forcing a polite smile. “Apologies for disturbing the Ninth Master’s rest. We’ll bring gifts another day to make amends.”
“No need. My Ninth Master has OCD.”
He Yi gave Liu Yulan a once-over, his disgust palpable.
Liu Yulan paled, humiliation burning through her.
Liu Yusheng, unable to bear her distress, immediately pulled her into a comforting embrace.
“Gag—!”
Li Shaoyang fake-vomited.
“You—you have no manners!” Old Madam Liu fumed.
They’d come to confront Liu Yusi about Song Xi’s divorce—but that was just the surface.
Li Qiao smiled. “Do you really not know why Song Xi wants a divorce? Some secrets can’t stay hidden forever.”
Her pointed remark sent panic flashing across Liu Yusheng and Liu Yulan’s faces. Only Old Madam Liu remained clueless.
“What are you all doing here? Liu Yusheng, you came to pick a fight with my sister? Let me make this clear—I’m the one who told her to divorce you.”
Song Xi arrived with Liu Yusi just in time to witness the scene.
“Over my dead body!” Liu Yusheng snarled.
“Then I’ll take you to court. Liu Yusheng, you’d better settle this amicably. Half your assets are mine.”
Old Madam Liu exploded, hurling insults—but Song Xi was immune by now.
She leaned in, whispering in Liu Yusheng’s ear:
“Did you ever think this day would come… when you were sleeping with Liu Yulan?”
His face drained of color.
The choice was his now.
Liu Yusheng slunk away, defeated. Old Madam Liu shot Liu Yusi and Song Xi one last venomous glare.
Liu Yulan, however, lingered, peering into the courtyard with longing.
“Get lost!” Liu Yusi snapped.
Humiliated, Liu Yulan stormed off, heels clicking furiously.
Li Qiao was about to step inside when Jian Lanfeng appeared—again.
This doctor really has too much free time.
She’d made her dislike obvious, yet he kept seeking her out.
What does he want?
Noticing Jian Lanfeng, He Yi hurried back to report.
Tea Room.
He Jingnian set down his cup. “They’re gone?”
“Yes, Ninth Master. Jian Lanfeng went to the Li residence.”
Crack.
The teacup shattered in He Jingnian’s grip.
