How could someone so aloof from women bite Ling Huanwu's lip until it bled?

Song Yaoyao absentmindedly picked up her chopsticks and slurped her noodles. She must have yelled too loudly last night to disgust Ling Huanwu.

It's hard for a man not to feel his blood boil.

Even Zhou Shuyao couldn't stand Ling Huanwu's usual pretentious, capitalist-lady-like demeanor, let alone Zhou Jiuzhen, who prioritized conduct and discipline.

How could Song Yaoyao, who couldn't seduce the man she tried in her previous life, possibly go after Ling Huanwu, a boring and temperamental woman?

That bruised lip was probably caused by Zhou Jiuzhen.

She felt a little more at ease thinking this way, and began to savor the experience of the previous night.

Seeing Ling Huanwu finish her noodles and leave, Song Yaoyao quickly threw down her chopsticks and pulled her to a secluded corner.

"Sister, don't lie to me anymore. I know the injury on your lip wasn't something you scratched yourself; it was something Zhou Jiuzhen did to you."

“Zhou Jiuzhen looks like a fierce man. If you go with him to the army, you’ll definitely suffer a lot.”

The smile on her lips deepened as she spoke, "Unlike our Shuyao, who's definitely going to be a high-class person in the future. We'll definitely have a good life in the future, but who knows? We were pregnant with triplets last night."

"How about this, sister? Why don't you stay in the countryside and help me take care of the kids? You can earn some work points to help support our family in the next few years. Later, when Shuyao becomes successful, we'll eat meat and you can have soup."

Ling Huanwu stared at her with wide eyes, unable to believe that there could be such a shameless person in the world!

She picked up the chamber pot that hadn't been emptied from the corner that morning and slammed it over Song Yaoyao's head.