"Who gave you permission to barge in without knocking?"

Ling Huanwu hurriedly buttoned up her clothes again, quite angry.

Song Yaoyao noticed that Zhou Shuyao next to her was drooling, looking even angrier than her.

"You vixen, who are you trying to seduce by taking off your clothes?"

"How can you be so shameless? Your own man is no good, so you're always seducing other men..."

Song Yaoyao screamed at the top of her lungs, and Zhou Shuyao was so frightened that he quickly came to his senses and patted her back to comfort her, "Wife, don't be angry. How could I have fallen for her? I just thought the outfit behind her was nice and that you would look good in it."

"Really?"

Panting, with her big, wet eyes wide open, Song Yaoyao finally calmed down and hugged his waist, starting to show off their affection, "Honey, if you think I look good in this, just ask your sister-in-law to give it to me."

"Yes, yes, your things are our things too. I'll ask her to send the clothes to you right away."

Zhou Shuyao affectionately ruffled her hair, then turned to glare at Ling Huanwu, pointing at the clothes on the bed and saying, "Sister-in-law, give those clothes to Yaoyao, and I won't blame you for slapping me yesterday."

Ling Huanwu poured herself a glass of water, gulped it down several times to quench her thirst, and only then did she have the energy to deal with them.

"Have you two finished babbling?"

"You're the ones who barged in, yet you accuse me of seducing someone? Can you at least shake your brains before you speak?"

"You want my clothes too? Are you beggars? Get out of here right now, or I'll slap you again!"

She raised her hand, as if to strike.

Song Yaoyao stood in front of Zhou Shuyao, her eyes fierce and arrogant. "Ling Huanwu, don't go too far. You dare to hit my Shuyao now. Believe me, when he becomes successful, you won't even be worthy to lick our shoes!"

"And my triplets in my belly, they will also be outstanding people in the future. They will not let you off the hook for treating their father like this!"

Listening to Song Yaoyao's arrogant words.

Ling Huanwu was utterly speechless.

Instead of trying to correct Zhou Shuyao's current irresponsible and irresponsible nature and make him take on the responsibilities of a father, she actually lets him fool around with her every day.

As for the triplets, the "dragons among men" she mentioned, Ling Huanwu really wished they could be reborn into Song Yaoyao's womb in this life.

Those three children once said that their achievements were all due to their own efforts.

They repeatedly blamed her for being too strict with them, saying they had never been happy growing up.

If only they could have a second chance at life.

She wanted to see if they would be happy and fulfilled living their lives the way they wanted in this life.

Ling Huanwu grabbed a broom, intending to shoo them out.

But Song Yaoyao started to push her luck and opened her suitcase herself, starting to rummage through her clothes.

"Wow, this dress is nice too! This one is nice too!"

"Sister, no matter how you dress up, my brother won't even glance at you. I think you should just give me all the clothes."

As Song Yaoyao spoke, she began to put on the clothes.

Ling Huanwu watched her amuse herself with a cold eye, then snatched the clothes from her hands and said with a forced smile, "Oh, you like my clothes so much? I have an outfit here that costs two hundred yuan, would you like to try it on?"

"Two hundred yuan? That's expensive! You're smart to try it now!"

Ling Huanwu glanced at Zhou Shuyao, "Your wife is changing clothes, do you want to stay and watch?"

Zhou Shuyao snorted coldly, turned around and left, slamming the door shut behind him.

Inside the house, Song Yaoyao impatiently took off her clothes, waiting to try on the two-hundred-yuan dress, and urged, "Hurry up and put it on for me, what are you dawdling for? When my Shuyao becomes rich, I will hire you to be my housekeeper!"

Who knew what would happen next?

A foul-smelling fishing net covered her entire body, and Song Yaoyao looked like a small fish struggling frantically in the net, utterly disheveled.

"Ahhh..."

Song Yaoyao let out a sharp, violent cry.

She was only wearing her undergarments, and large patches of her skin were touching the foul-smelling fishing net, making her want to vomit.

No matter how much she struggled, she couldn't get out and could only vomit and scream.

"Weren't you going to wear expensive clothes? This fishing net will catch more than two hundred yuan worth of fish!"

Ling Huanwu took off her gloves, clapped her hands, and laughed heartily to the side.

Because of Song Yaoyao's comical appearance covered by the fishing net, she was reminded of a type of fishnet stocking that was popular in Hong Kong in the early 1990s...

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Ling Huanwu came to the breeding farm to find Qiao Hui, the technician and team leader, and asked him to settle Liu Da Niang's work points.

In that stone room that served as an office, fate had other plans, and she bumped into Zhou Shuyao again, who was also there to earn work points.

Zhou Shuyao was very reluctant to work at the oyster farm. Pointing at the aunties and grandmas outside, he yelled at Song Yaoyao in despair, "This work is all done by women. What kind of image would it be for a grown man like me to dig for oysters? If you want to dig, go dig for yourself."

He was about to leave when he walked past Song Yaoyao, but stopped in his tracks when he saw Ling Huanwu suddenly appear at the door.

"You're here to work too?"

"Otherwise what? Do you think I'm like you, dependent on others? Get out of my way!"

Ling Huanwu pushed him aside and went into the house.

Song Yaoyao, who had just been crying after being scolded by Zhou Shuyao, immediately snapped back to her senses, grabbed Zhou Shuyao's hand, and began to assert her dominance, "Sister-in-law, even if my brother is unreliable, you can't rely on my Shuyao. Don't dream of using him as a backer!"

Ling Huanwu didn't have time to waste with her and turned to explain her purpose to Qiao Hui.

Qiao Hui was just being argued with by Song Yaoyao and her husband at his desk.

There were only a few oysters left in the warehouse, and after harvesting them today, there was no way to deliver them to the buyers. We didn't even know how to pay the workers. Then two more mouths to feed came in, and the men complained that the women did all the work.

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