In her previous life, Ling Huanwu took a multi-fetus pill. Even though she was designed by her adopted sister to marry a childless vagrant from the village, she still became the wealthiest wife and...
She wanted to take a closer look, but Song Yaoyao rushed forward and blocked her from seeing it again.
"Are there guests at home?"
The man's cold, deep voice sounded remarkably like Zhou Jiuzhen's, but with a touch more gentleness, reaching the ears of both of them.
Song Yaoyao smiled and waved her hand, "It's that poor relative from the island I told you about last time. He came to see me specially. Big brother, you should hurry up and start working at the department store."
"Okay, then. I'll be going now."
The gentle-looking man, carrying his briefcase, turned and walked towards the door. After taking two steps, he suddenly stopped, as if remembering something, and turned back towards the two of them.
Ling Huanwu stared wide-eyed at the approaching man, finally able to see his face clearly, and indeed he did resemble Zhou Jiuzhen by about five points.
Song Yaoyao was extremely flustered and sweating profusely.
But then she saw her elder brother take a document out of his briefcase and hand it to her, saying earnestly, "Sister-in-law, this is the rural area that Dad and I have chosen for you. Since you've been to Wantan Island before, I thought you'd be more familiar with it. Thank you for your hard work!"
The man finished speaking calmly, and without giving her a chance to react, he turned and left.
Song Yaoyao was left standing there dumbfounded, holding the notice to go to the countryside, as if struck by lightning.
Ling Huanwu burst out laughing from the side.
She finally understood: the family had brought Song Yaoyao, their married and pregnant childhood sweetheart, back to register her household so that she could take their place and be sent to the countryside.
After the gentle-looking man in the suit drove away, Song Yaoyao angrily tore up the notice in her hand and raised her hand to slap Ling Huanwu in a fit of rage.
The moment she raised her hand, the guards at the door scrambled in, panicking, "No...it's terrible, Madam! A bunch of soldiers have gathered at the door, saying they're here to see their sister-in-law!"