But upon meeting her today, Chen Yue'e warmly grabbed her hand and kept praising her beauty and excellence. She also told her younger siblings to learn from their cousin and later introduced her to her nephew.

Chen Yue'e's nephew was not bad-looking, but as soon as he entered the Feng family, his eyes darted around, as if he was plotting something.

Feng Mingshu didn't even bother to glance at her, let alone cooperate with Chen Yue'e's performance. He simply pulled his hand away, took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands, and said slowly, "Auntie, you don't have a good memory, but I still remember that five years ago you told your children to stay away from the Feng family so as not to get bad luck."

There were quite a few people in the living room, and they all looked over.

Chen Yue'e's face stiffened for a moment, but she quickly tried to salvage the situation: "Ming Shu, why are you still holding a grudge? Your aunt was just joking, why are you still holding a grudge? Besides, we're family, blood is thicker than water. If Ming Shu is really still angry, then your aunt will apologize to you and say sorry, is that alright?"

Feng Mingshu lifted her eyelids and looked at her aunt, who considered herself to be well-mannered and magnanimous: "Aunt, I really don't know what it would be like to break a bone while the tendons are still connected. Why don't you try it out for me and see if it hurts? I'll apologize to you, and you can forgive your curious niece, okay?"

These words caused a stir among the crowd, who were momentarily unsure whether the smiling young woman was telling the truth or not.

Only Chen Yue'e turned pale, forcing a stiff smile: "Ming Shu, are you joking with your aunt?"

Feng Mingshu did not answer. He took off his watch, casually tossed it onto a table, and then went to the kitchen to retrieve an iron hook for stoking the coal stove.

The iron hook, more than half a meter long, had just been taken out of the burning furnace; the curved hook at the top was red-hot and steaming.

She steadily held the iron hook and walked towards Chen Yue'e with a cold expression, which frightened the latter so much that she backed away and screamed, "Yu Zongyao, are you dead? Can't you see your niece is going to kill someone?!"

Yu Zongyao couldn't sit still any longer. He jumped up and shielded his wife, saying, "Mingshu, what are you doing? Put down the iron hook!" Seeing that Feng Mingshu was unmoved, he turned to scold Yu Jingqiu, "Second sister, look at the state your daughter is in! Aren't you going to do anything about it?"

Yu Jingqiu sat steadily on the sofa, sipping her water. Hearing this, she lifted her eyelids and glanced at the couple: "I think Ming Shu is doing quite well this way. At least she won't be bullied. Don't you think so, brother?"

Yu Zongyao's face froze, then he said with heartache, "Jingqiu, how did you become like this? If our parents knew in the afterlife, how heartbroken they would be."

Upon hearing Yu Zongyao's words, Feng Mingshu felt a surge of anger.

In her past life, when her family was in dire straits and her mother was critically ill, she found an opportunity to avoid the red-armbanded police blocking her door and ran to her uncle's house. She begged them, for the sake of her deceased grandparents, to help her find a doctor, or even just buy some medicine. But her uncle's door remained closed, while the sounds of her younger cousins ​​playing and laughing could be heard from inside...

Zi—

A streak of sparks flew as the iron hook dragged across the floor, catching Feng Mingshu's eye. A smile played on her lips as she walked toward the couple: "Uncle and Aunt, they say that couples are birds of a feather, so it wouldn't be right for me to just break Aunt's leg. I might as well break yours too."