Su Jiaoniang transmigrated into a book, becoming the mother of the big villain from an ancient melodrama—a paranoid, ruthless, and sadistic man.
In the book, the big villain is a notoriously ...
What is the woman planning to do now?
Suddenly, a chirping sound rang out in the courtyard.
The calls were very rhythmic, and Lu Wujiu walked out from the backyard.
Su Jiaoniang placed the tomato in her room, her gaze falling on the curious little girl: "You can't touch this, it's very precious, and Mother likes it very much."
The little girl nodded obediently; a sensible child wouldn't cause trouble.
Su Jiaoniang followed and walked towards the backyard. The lark's call just now had such a distinct rhythm and undulation that if she really thought it was a bird's call, she would be an idiot.
She saw a person dressed in black standing opposite Lu Wujiu. As soon as she appeared, the person in black disappeared from sight.
Lu Wujiu turned around, his gaze falling on Su Jiaoniang: "Something has happened."
"Hmm?" Su Jiaoniang asked, a hint of doubt flashing across her face.
“The Buddha statue was taken away by the Lu family,” Lu Wujiu said.
Su Jiaoniang paused, pursed her lips, and turned to walk towards the Lu family.
Lu Wujiu followed Su Jiaoniang out of the courtyard. Su Jiaoniang glanced at Xiaoya, thought for a moment, and then sent Xiaoya to Doctor Liu's house.
The Lu family is shameless.
Su Jiaoniang walked to the Lu family's house and pushed open the tightly closed door.
Old Zhu in the courtyard shuddered, but quickly calmed down. She looked at Su Jiaoniang and said, "You have no respect for your elders. Do you not want to be drowned in a pig cage?"
Su Jiaoniang looked into my courtyard.
There was only one person in the empty courtyard.
However, she could feel many eyes lingering on her in the courtyard.
She ignored Old Madam Zhu and walked towards the house. As her eyes adjusted to the light, she discovered that the somewhat dimly lit house was filled with people, all of whom were surnamed Lu.
Even the patriarch of the Lu family, who was quite old, sat inside, trembling.
“Su, you have been having an affair with an outsider. How can you do this to Wu Jiu? Now that Wu Jiu is dead, you are free to marry, but you cannot take my Lu family’s child with you,” Lu Defu said sullenly.
Old Mrs. Zhu in the courtyard smiled. Her grandson was so clever, finding a way for her family to make a steady stream of wealth.
We must keep that bastard child of the third son firmly in our grasp. No matter how much money Su Jiaoniang gets, it must be sent to the Lu family.