It was midnight.

A rustling sound came from the hallway.

A figure walked through the hall, his face covered with a thick cloth, and a lit incense stick was constantly being shaken in his hand.

The fragrance filled the air, drifting into Xu Manzhi's bedroom.

After the incense burned out, a figure descended the stairs.

Another person was standing at the entrance of the building. He asked in a low voice, "How is it? Did the incense get into the house?"

"It's in."

“Great. Anyway, Zhou Xiangqun only loves her face. It’ll just be a formality. Once she’s mentally damaged, she’ll be easier to control. We can make her do whatever we want. It’s a million times better than it is now.”

"Won't this offend Yan Lin?"

"What's there to be afraid of? They haven't registered their marriage yet. What if the Yan family is the first to back out?"

They whispered to each other and walked into the darkness together.

We'll just have to wait until dawn to check the results.

The next day.

A scream came from Jiang Pengyue's room.

"Yueyue, what's wrong?"

"Yueyue——"

Downstairs, Jiang Hejun and Jiang Mingda hadn't even had time to put on their clothes before rushing upstairs. When they entered the room, they found Xu Manzhi dressed in a mess, with her hair disheveled like a lion's mane, jumping and hopping around while holding Jiang Pengyue.

She drooled and smeared it on Jiang Pengyue's cheek.

While applying the lotion, she giggled foolishly, "Sister, you're so pretty, sister, I want a kiss—"

Thump.

Jiang Pengyue was violently pushed over and was about to fall. Jiang Mingda was so frightened that his heart almost jumped out of his chest. He quickly grabbed her waist and asked worriedly, "Are you alright?"

With a mournful face, she cried out, "Dad, she's gone mad, she's gone mad! First thing this morning, she took a spittoon and poured feces all over my room! Ugh, it stinks so bad I cried!"

Seeing her so sad and upset, Jiang Mingda felt a pang of heartache.

He hurriedly scolded Xu Manzhi: "Have you made enough trouble? If you go crazy again, I'll lock you up."

Upon hearing the word "lock," the simple-minded Xu Manzhi reacted as if a trigger had been set in motion, suddenly yelling, "Don't lock me up! No! Help me!"

Then, she ran away hastily.

A flash of malice crossed Jiang Hejun's eyes, but he feigned composure and said to Jiang Mingda and his sister, "I'll go check first and try to stop her."

"Go."

What a piece of trash.

After comforting his daughter, Jiang Mingda busied himself having Aunt Liu clean the house, but made it clear that she was not allowed to touch the bed, as he would bring someone to replace the soiled bed.

Yes.

Xu Manzhi poured a bucket of excrement on the bed.

It stinks horribly.

Jiang Pengyue was crying, but when she heard that Xu Manzhi had gone mad, her uneasy heart was finally at ease, and even the disgust she felt from being splashed with excrement that morning disappeared without a trace.

She had always worried that Xu Manzhi was the biggest obstacle in her marriage.

Now that she's gone mad, Zhou Xiangqun will love her properly.

Jiang Hejun told her not to leak the news, and especially not to mention it to Zhou Xiangqun. The wedding was in four or five days, and they should wait until everything was settled before talking about it.

So when she saw Zhou Xiangqun, she suppressed her excitement and kept getting closer to him, causing him to dodge away repeatedly.

She twirled a strand of her curly black hair, presented what she considered her most beautiful profile, and said with a smile, "Xiang Qun, look at me closely. My dad said that my face is the kind that grows on you; the more you look at it, the more beautiful it becomes. In time, you'll definitely like it."

Zhou Xiangqun looked disgusted.

He "saw" it in his dreams his whole life, but he not only didn't like it, he hated it to death. How could it possibly be pleasing to the eye?

“Okay, you go home first. I’m busy with work. And I have to say, if you insist on having the baby, I won’t admit it,” he said.

Splash, splash.

Tears welled up in her eyes.

All my good mood vanished in that instant.

Jiang Pengyue covered her face and ran away crying.

She really didn't understand why Zhou Xiangqun disliked her so much. She had even given herself to him, yet he kept hurting her. What a heartless, stinking man.