Su Jiaoniang was so angry she laughed.

Previously, this family claimed that Futu was not their biological son and that they had given the child to human traffickers.

Now they've gone so far as to snatch a child.

Are all scholars this shameless?

Lu Wujiu stood beside Su Jiaoniang, witnessing firsthand how his 'post-death' family treated his wife and children.

An unnamed fire was burning in my chest.

With his hands behind his back, he twitched his fingers a few times, and the hidden guards disappeared. A gust of wind blew, and the birdsong continued.

He moved a step closer to Su Jiaoniang and said, "I have already sent people to find Futu, so don't worry."

Su Jiaoniang turned around and saw the man standing behind her, feeling a slight warmth in her heart.

She can find a child herself, and she can deal with difficult relatives. She can do everything very well and in an orderly manner all by herself.

However, when she was angry, she felt that there were people standing behind her who took the initiative to share some of her worries and responsibilities without asking for anything in return. This behavior made her realize that there are not only evil people in the world, but also good people.

Su Jiaoniang stared at Lu Defu, her gaze sweeping over the disgusting faces of the Lu family. She admitted that she was disgusted.

No wonder the little Buddha in the original story became such an antisocial pervert. With these bloodsucking relatives, even she, an adult with very upright values, was so angry that she almost picked up a butcher's knife.

Not to mention the small pagoda.

"Where is the child?" Su Jiaoniang asked.

She closed her eyes and listened intently. The sound of people breathing seemed amplified; she could distinguish even the faintest, most subtle breaths that belonged to adults.

However, they did not notice the existence of the small pagoda.

Perhaps her senses aren't that sensitive.

Seeing that Su Jiaoniang was unusually calm and let her vent her anger, Old Zhu smiled and stared at Su Jiaoniang with a sinister look: "You think you're so arrogant? You think you're so good at making money? Without the offspring of our Lu family, you're nothing. You shameless hussy, yet you think you're so important."

“Young Master Gu, you will only suffer if you stay with her. You might as well…”

Lu Congrong seized the opportunity to speak.

Every time she saw Gu Xizhou, she felt a slight sense of familiarity, as if she had known him in a past life. She also felt a sense of security and warmth from him, a feeling she could not get from her parents.

She craved and coveted it.

I want to hold onto this feeling.

"Follow you?" Lu Wujiu asked, his cool voice filled with disbelief.

“Yes, my brother is a scholar, and my family are respectable people, unlike those shady women who bring men home.” Lu Congrong tried hard to find her own strengths.

After speaking, he stared at Lu Wujiu.

Lu Wujiu scoffed, "Are you dreaming?"

How could he, being in the midst of it all, not distinguish between the Lu family and Su Jiaoniang?

A blood relative held a grudge against him for life because of the twins. He accepted it and was willing to be treated like a slave.

However, after he died on the battlefield, he not only did not restrain himself, but was also so cruel to his women and his children, because his unconscious actions at birth caused his descendants to suffer so much.

How could this be!

There's a saying that one shouldn't bring misfortune upon one's family.

Isn't his death enough?

Lu Wujiu's heart was bleeding as he stared at these people.

Moreover, Su loved him deeply, guarded his grave, never thought of remarrying, and never had any dealings with other men. She was also upright and responsible, able to adopt some disabled orphans, giving them a place to live and life skills.

Such a person is vicious?

Such a person is neither fish nor fowl.

Is he an idiot or blind?

You wouldn't recognize it if it were right in front of you.

Su Jiaoniang sensed the burgeoning anger emanating from the man beside her and grabbed his wrist with her other hand: "Don't be impulsive, I can handle this."

Su Jiaoniang stepped forward, staring at Old Zhu, intending to try to maintain the relationship with Old Zhu's non-existent kinship: "Is Lu Wujiu really your son? How could you be so heartless to your son? Wujiu's grave is right at the village entrance, you are truly cruel!"

When Lu Wujiu was mentioned, there was no nostalgia in Old Madam Zhu's eyes, only resentment and a fleeting panic.

Having studied micro-expressions, Su Jiaoniang did not miss the resentment and panic that flashed in Old Zhu's eyes.

Sure enough, something was fishy. Just as she guessed, why would someone be so angry and abusive towards their own child for no reason? If the parents weren't abnormal, then there must be a reason.

Old Madam Zhu knows to feel sorry for Lu Dashan and knows not to bother Lu Dahai, which proves that she still has maternal instincts and is not abnormal. But her attitude towards Lu Wujiu shows that even if she is biased to the extreme, a person with maternal love would never wish her child dead.

Since he's not a pervert, he must have privacy.

However, Lu Wujiu is already dead, and those private matters seem unimportant.

Of course, if she could use that privacy to break away from the Lu family, that would be good too; she could probably try to pull a fast one.

In that brief moment, Su Jiaoniang thought of many things.

She smiled and said, "Do you think I'm stupid and don't know anything? Lu Wujiu isn't your son at all, and my family's Futu has nothing to do with you. If you don't return Futu to me, I'll report it to the authorities and bring up what happened back then so the county magistrate can judge it."

Old Zhu's face turned ashen. She swayed in her chair for a moment, and panic instantly showed on her face. She turned to look at Lu Defu.

"What nonsense are you spouting!" Lu Defu suddenly stood up, grabbed his boots, and slapped Su Jiaoniang.

Lu Wujiu reacted quickly; how could he stand by and watch Su Jiaoniang be beaten? He reached out and pulled Su Jiaoniang behind him, then stretched out his long leg to block Old Lu's wrist, sending the shoe in Lu Defu's hand flying onto the roof.

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