Donate Merits! Squander the Family Fortune! Flip Over the Coffin of My Faked-Death Husband

In her previous life, the scumbag faked his death at the border. Deceived by others, she believed her feelings for him were profound. She committed suicide at his grave, following him to the afterl...

Chapter 285: Eating from the bowl and looking at the pot

Chapter 285: Eating from the bowl and looking at the pot

Song Yanxi looked confused when she heard this, "Who are you talking about?"

Zhuang Shihan sneered, "Why are you pretending? If you didn't know her before, how would you know her husband's last name is Luo?"

When she thought that these two people knew each other before and were pretending in front of her, and that Mrs. Luo might even be Song Yanxi's spy planted in Huichun Hall to monitor her, she suddenly wanted to kill her.

"Song, you're such a jerk! You can't beat me openly, so you resort to underhanded tactics. You even resort to such despicable means. I really underestimated you before!"

Listening to her aggressive words, Song Yanxi became even more confused and couldn't help asking, "Why should I compete with you?"

Zhuang Shihan blurted out, "Of course it's to beat me, so that Brother Feng will think you're not completely useless and regret choosing me instead of you."

Song Yanxi finally understood.

She pursed her lips and asked, "So you have always been hostile to me because you think I will steal your brother Feng?"

Just saying these two words made her stomach churn and she couldn't help wanting to vomit.

But Zhuang Shihan still asked her at this moment: "Isn't it?

Ever since I returned to Beijing with Brother Feng, you've been pretending to ask for a divorce and donating money and things to gain a good reputation. Isn't it just to make Brother Feng look at you more and keep your position as the General's Wife? "

As if she had said something extremely ridiculous, Zhuang Shihan laughed so hard that tears were almost coming out, and her eyes were full of sarcasm.

She said, "Honestly, I really don't understand the train of thought of you women, and that bastard lady just now. You can't control your man's heart and don't know how to reflect on your own incompetence, and you still shamelessly stand up to persuade me.

Tell me, is this funny?"

Looking at her matter-of-fact expression, Song Yanxi could no longer suppress the churning in her stomach, so she quickly ran to a corner of the yard and vomited.

Disgusting, so disgusting!

How can there be such shameless people in this world?

What does she think Lin Tingfeng is, a popular person or a rare treasure?

Even if you pay for it, others may not even take a look.

Having not eaten anything for a day and a night, Song Yanxi had nothing in her stomach. She vomited for a long time but only vomited a little acid water.

Zhuang Shihan, watching from the side, frowned and asked with a scrutinizing look, "Whose is it?"

Song Yanxi was stunned, and when she realized what she was referring to, she felt even more disgusted.

She carefully put on the mask she had torn off, turned around and was about to leave.

Zhuang Shihan reached out to stop her, staring intently at her flat belly, and asked angrily, "Whose bastard is this?"

Without waiting for Song Yanxi to speak, she threatened coldly: "If you don't want this matter to become known to everyone and bring shame to the Yan and Song families, then make a bowl of abortion medicine yourself and get rid of this bastard.

Otherwise, I will let everyone in the world see what kind of fickle and vile thing the Princess Yong'an, whom they praise so much, really is! "

Song Yanxi listened to these humiliating words, but instead of getting angry, she smiled and asked, "Whose child do you think this is?"

Zhuang Shihan's expression suddenly changed, and her voice suddenly rose, "Are you really together?"

The man who was so arrogant just a moment ago suddenly had red eyes and murmured, "No, this is impossible. He promised me that he would never touch you."

As she spoke, she reached out to grab Song Yanxi's wrist, but she easily dodged it.

Seeing Zhuang Shihan's distraught look, Song Yanxi chuckled softly and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "It seems that Lin Tingfeng is not completely devoted to you either."

"You bitch!"

Zhuang Shihan roared angrily and raised her hand to hit Song Yanxi.

As the slap fell, a figure rushed over and grabbed her wrist.

Seeing the person coming, Zhuang Shihan's voice suddenly became aggrieved, "Brother Feng, you are finally back."

Just hearing this sweet call of "Brother Feng" made Lin Tingfeng's heart soften, and he looked at Song Yanxi with a bit of resentment in his eyes.

He said, "Shihan has a quick temper. Sometimes, even though she says harsh words, she doesn't have any bad intentions. Why bother with her?"

As soon as these words came out, both of their expressions changed.

What does Lin Tingfeng mean by this?

Before Song Yanxi could think about it carefully, Zhuang Shihan already understood what he was thinking, and her eyes turned cold as if she wanted to eat someone.

She crossed her arms, sneered, and asked, "You went out to be a hero, and now you want to hug people everywhere you go?"

Realizing that he had been too obvious, Lin Tingfeng quickly explained: "Shihan, you misunderstood, that's not what I meant."

"If it's not this, then it must be something else."

Zhuang Shihan curled the corners of her lips and looked at Song Yanxi with sarcasm in her eyes, "I don't want this rotten cucumber anymore, if you want it, take it."

Song Yanxi said decisively: "Keep your things, I don't want them."

He spoke so fast, as if he was afraid that if he was a second late, it would fall on his hands.

She didn't care how ugly Lin Tingfeng's face was. She looked at Zhuang Shihan and continued, "You're overthinking it. I'm not pregnant. I just felt that what you said was too disgusting, so I vomited."

He spoke politely, but what he said was not polite at all. It was obvious that he wanted to make people angry to death.

After saying that, Song Yanxi turned and left, fearing that if she looked at the two of them any longer she would be disgusted again.

She had no more bile to vomit.

Staring at her back, Zhuang Shihan's eyes turned red with anger. She stamped her feet and said, "Brother Feng, look at how arrogant she is!"

Lin Tingfeng repeated perfunctorily: "It's arrogance."

Those eyes seemed to be glued to Song Yanxi till death.

He had never realized before that her eyes were so beautiful. Even when she looked at people coldly, they were still stunningly beautiful.

If he had not met Shihan in the army two years ago, and had not succumbed to temptation and done something foolish, he would not have frequently exchanged letters with her in the past two years. Given her personality, she would never have had any dealings with His Royal Highness Prince Jin.

She would be full of expectations and take good care of her mother, younger sister and everyone in the general's mansion, waiting for him to return victoriously so that the couple could live in harmony.

But all of this was ruined by her.

Just as Lin Tingfeng was feeling sad, Zhuang Shihan suddenly asked, "Does it look good?"

Without even thinking, he followed his inner thoughts and said, "Looks good?"

"Pa!" Zhuang Shihan raised her hand and slapped him hard.

Lin Tingfeng was caught off guard and was slapped in the face, with half of his face instantly losing consciousness.

Zhuang Shihan clearly intended to kill him.

But she still felt unsatisfied and raised her hand to hit him, but he grabbed her wrist tightly.

Lin Tingfeng's eyebrows and heart skipped a beat, and he lowered his voice and asked, "Have you had enough of the trouble?"

"I'm making a fuss?" Zhuang Shihan's voice trembled with anger. She pointed in the direction where Song Yanxi left and asked angrily, "What did you promise me in the first place?

You clearly said that you have no feelings for this bitch. If it weren't for the Yan family's face, you would have divorced her with a letter long ago.

But how did you do that? You want to eat the bowl and look at the pot!"