Chapter 180

"There's plenty more, we'll discover it slowly." He gently stroked the bridge of someone's nose. "Behave yourself, don't look at me like that, or I'll bite you."

"Bite me, I like it when you bite me." With that, he brought his bewildering face closer.

Fu Le: !!!

This is unacceptable!

He lowered his head and kissed someone's soft lips, and... the person closed their eyes on their own.

Fu Le smiled triumphantly at her male demon.

...

"Should we contact Wang Jin? He's just as heartbroken as I am." By the window, the two sat quietly together, their equally slender, fair hands clasped tightly together—a striking and beautiful sight.

"Let's wait and see. Not many people can accept something like this."

"Your biological father and stepmother have serious problems. Be careful, they're after your body."

Fu Le had seen Mo Qixiu's ID photo before the incident. He was handsome, but his handsomeness was rigid and conventional. He had thick eyebrows, big eyes, a high nose, short eyelashes, and no upturned corners of his eyes. But with a different soul, he was completely different. The two different faces were merged together, retaining the most exquisite features, as if they had been carefully sculpted again. He was so handsome that people would always lose their minds when they looked at him.

Fortunately, those around him didn't seem to notice the change and continued to interact with him as usual.

"Lele, your skin and appearance have changed a lot." Fang Ge kissed Fu Le's smooth cheek, unable to stop.

"It's because of cultivation. You have to cultivate too, otherwise, in ten or twenty years, I'll still look like this, and you'll be an old man." Fu Le pinched someone's chin, gave a kiss, and laughed.

Fang Ge, who had been somewhat indifferent, suddenly sat up upon hearing this and grabbed Fu Le's hand. "Really? Your cultivation method can even prolong life?" The thought of his wife still looking the same twenty years from now, while he had become an old man, made Fang Ge feel uneasy.

Why don't you ask me where I got the cultivation technique?

"Say what you want to say, or I don't want to know if you don't want to say it. In any case, I already have enough. For the rest of my life, wherever you go, I will go. I will stick to you until the day I stop breathing." Fang Ge admitted that he was very clingy. Now that he could finally rekindle their relationship, he became even more clingy. But that's just how he is. He can't change. He can't change in this lifetime. If his wife doesn't like it, he will change.

Fu Le chuckled, pinched his earlobe, and seeing his slight tremor, said with satisfaction, "You'll see later."

"Okay." Fang Ge nodded and leaned in to kiss the lips he had been longing for.

...

An uninvited guest is someone who is not welcome.

The receptionist knocked on the door early in the morning because of the arrival of two uninvited guests.

"Your heartless father is here, are you going to see him?"

“Of course I’ll see him. What’s rightfully his, he should take back. The house is his too.” The house they live in was bought by his mother and was premarital property. They moved in when he was a child. They originally said it was just a temporary stay, but once they moved in, they never came out.

In addition, the several passbooks that his mother had saved for him were still in their hands. Although he couldn't withdraw them, they wouldn't return them either, saying they were for safekeeping. But they kept making excuses and asking for money. In the past, he couldn't bear to withdraw the ones his mother had saved, so he gave them his monthly allowance, which temporarily shut them up.

Their second son, whom he raised almost entirely, is about fifteen years old this year. He joined the army at sixteen and is now 26, meaning he's been raising him for almost ten years. It must have cost him at least a hundred thousand yuan.

"Anything else? I've taken everything I could and put it in my spatial storage. Even though his soul is gone, his body is still his, and it's rightfully his." I'll look back and see how I can use these things to contribute to society and the country, which can also be considered as accumulating good karma for the original owner.

"Also, his mother deposited five catties of gold and some jewelry in the bank. As a mother, she really considered everything for him. He is quite resolute and decisive outside, and he does things ruthlessly and efficiently, but when it comes to family disputes, he just keeps giving in. That's why these two bastards have grown so greedy that they even have designs on his life."

Fu Le took a deep breath, "If you keep talking, I'm going to lose control. I want to strangle them both." What a bastard! I don't know how Mo Qixiu's mother could be so blind as to find such a scoundrel.

“Every family has its own troubles. My old home was also full of problems. My dad had another son, but my mom didn’t know.” Fang Ge’s voice was indifferent as he held Fu Le’s hand.

Fu Le: ...

"No wonder Wang Jin said your dad wasn't that great to you, he didn't even shed a tear at the funeral." She nestled herself into Fang Ge's embrace with heartache and said in a muffled voice, "You have me from now on, having me is enough."

Fang Ge hugged Fu Le back and nodded.

...

Hearing loud footsteps, the couple, who were already getting impatient sitting in the waiting area, both looked over.

What a perfect couple!

Even though Yang Ling loathed her stepson so much that she wished he were dead, she had to admit that he had an amazing appearance. His height, temperament, and looks were all top-notch. He was already enviable enough, but the person he was with was even more beautiful.

Upon seeing Fu Le, Yang Ling admitted that she was jealous.

The girl was tall and slender, with soft black hair held up by a jade hairpin. A few playful strands of black hair fell on either side of her face, swaying as she walked. Her skin was fair and flawless, her features exquisitely proportioned, and her height and long legs made her perfectly proportioned. The aura she exuded from within told everyone that she was a girl from a wealthy family and must be outstanding herself. However, the girl's gaze was cold and sharp, as if she harbored an unspeakable disgust for them.

Mo Hui was also stunned by the girl his son brought; her appearance was even more stunning than Qi Jing's back then.

Some past memories came flooding back, and Mo Hui looked somewhat dazed.

Yang Ling turned her head and saw her husband staring blankly at the pretty girl. A surge of anger rose in her heart. She grabbed Mo Hui's waist and twisted it hard. He hissed and came back to his senses. "What are you doing?"

"Look at this little vixen, she's completely mesmerized. What, you want her? You can have your son give her to you." Yang Ling said resentfully. Back then, Qi Jing was incredibly beautiful. In the compound, everyone liked to use her as a foil to Qi Jing. Fortunately, she was cunning and managed to steal Qi Jing's man while Qi Jing was still alive, getting back some of her wealth. Otherwise, she would have lived in Qi Jing's shadow for the rest of her life. Now that Qi Jing is dead, she has moved into her house, taken her man, slept in her bed, and most of the property is in her hands.

It's a pity that Mo Qixiu didn't die this time. Otherwise, she could have used him to gain even more. In any case, she has already defeated Qi Jing. So what if she's beautiful? She's a short-lived ghost.

"What nonsense are you spouting?!" Mo Hui gritted his teeth and glared at Yang Ling.

At this moment, Mo Qixiu had already led Fu Le over.

Looking at their clasped hands, Mo Hui's eyes flashed with displeasure. "In public, a man and a woman holding hands, what kind of behavior is this?"

"It's still more noble than some shameless marital affairs, especially with a woman who's inferior to my mother in every way. I don't know if they're blind." The mocking voice came from Mo Qixiu's mouth, and the couple, who had never heard him speak like this before, were both stunned.

When Mo Hui met Fu Le's mocking expression, he was instantly enraged. "Mo Qixiu! You beast! How dare you talk to your father like that!" With that, he slapped Mo Qixiu across the face. This was his usual tactic. Whenever they argued, if Mo Qixiu spoke more forcefully, he would slap him several times, and Mo Qixiu would not dodge.

However, this time, everything was different, because the girl beside him reached out and firmly grasped the slap that was about to be slapped, and then pushed it back amidst Yang Ling's gloating smile.

Mo Hui didn't react in time and bumped into Yang Ling, who cried out and fell flat on her back.

"Qi Xiu, I'm sorry, you don't mind me treating them like this, do you?"

"No need, stepfather and stepmother, you can do whatever you want to me, as long as I don't die." The man's deep voice was particularly pleasant to hear.

"Qi Xiu, you're so kind."

The stunned couple: !!

Fu Le stepped forward, looking down at the couple who were sprawled out in a heap. "Gentlemen, I'm here today to inform you that Qi Xiu is now mine. I believe we'll get along very well. Qi Xiu, let's go."

"Okay. Whatever you say." The man smiled, affectionately pinched his lover's nose, and then they left together.

Mo Hui got up in a fit of rage, but his good son was nowhere to be seen at the door.

"Old Mo, look at this, look at this! This is the good daughter-in-law your good son found for you! She hasn't even entered the house yet, and she already dares to lay a hand on you! What will happen if she does enter the house? Will she kill us both and leave Aihui no way out?!" Yang Ling's face flushed with anger. She hadn't suffered such humiliation in a long time. Even with the original Mo Qixiu, she was always the one who suffered. This time, after being in a vegetative state for more than a year, her stepson seemed to be starting to rebel. This was not a good thing. She had to find a solution quickly and not be led by the nose.

So, where did Mo Qixiu and Fu Le go?

Bijiang Garden.

“This is an old neighborhood, but the landscaping is very well done. My mother chose this place because of its ecological environment.” Mo Qixiu was gradually adapting to his current identity, so his words were also changing.

"Hmm, that's good. Selling the house should bring in a lot of money. Once we have the money, we can buy the villa next door. It's currently listed for sale there." Fu Le looked around and was fairly satisfied with the scenery. However, the house that the couple had lived in was still unsettling. Houses are everywhere; if you're not comfortable with it, just move to another one.

The gatekeeper recognized Mo Qixiu, so he quickly opened the gate and let the car in.

"Do you have a key?" Fu Le suddenly realized this. If not, he would just pry the lock off; it was in Mo Qixiu's name anyway.

“Here it is.” Mo Qixiu held up the key in his hand.

A two-story detached villa covering 150 square meters was Mo Qixiu's home ten years ago. In recent years, he has returned very few times, but the security guards still recognize him as the owner.

Upon entering, the interior of the house looked quite tasteful, warm yet luxurious. "This is the style my mother likes. Yang Ling likes everything my mother likes," she said, without finding it offensive.

“My mother-in-law has good taste,” Fu Le said with a smile, completely unaware of the upturned corners of Mo Qixiu’s lips.

"Okay. I'm going upstairs to get something. If they come back, lock the door from the inside before I come down. Don't let them in."

"Okay." Fu Le knew what Mo Qixiu was going to do, and her eyes were filled with a smile. The person she had her eye on was indeed just like her.

Mo Qixiu pushed open the couple's room door and quickly found the safe. Unable to open it, he took the entire safe and stored it in his spatial storage. All their valuables were locked inside this safe.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Qixiu found some jewelry boxes in the cabinet and under the bed. They were all the same as he remembered. A cold smile appeared on his lips. What a bastard who has taken over the nest.

He turned the entire room upside down, knocking on every cabinet and wall, and actually found something. Behind the headboard of the couple's bed, there was a cubic meter compartment filled with gold bars.

Mo Qixiu frowned. Where did all these gold bars come from? There were more than Qi Jing had left him.

Never mind, I'll just put it away.

After another thorough search, confirming that nothing was left, Mo Qixiu went to Mo Aihui's room and found a hidden compartment in the same place as the couple's room. This time, in addition to gold bars, there were also some ancient paintings, jade bracelets, and other items, stuffed full of them.

Mo Qixiu pursed his lips into a straight line, completely concealing them, and restored them to their original state.

This Yang Ling is probably using some shady methods to amass wealth; it's just unknown whether Mo Hui knows about it.

Mo Qixiu conducted a thorough search of all nine rooms upstairs and downstairs, including the living room. Fu Le helped search the living room and stairwell, and they found another batch of gold bars, ancient paintings, and porcelain.

This amount of money was nothing to Fu Le, but for an ordinary family, it was enough to live comfortably for two lifetimes.

“These two have made a fortune over the years. You’ve struck it rich, Fang Ge,” Fu Le joked.

"Just a bloodsucker," Mo Qixiu sneered.

"Should we take these antiques that are on display?" Mo Qixiu's gaze fell on the dozen or so porcelain vases on the display shelf.

It's not particularly valuable now, but it will be valuable in future generations.

"Take them, why shouldn't we? We're not leaving them anything." After saying that, Fu Le collected the porcelain pieces one by one. "Do you have any luggage to take?"

Mo Qixiu shook his head. "There are no rooms left for me in this building. I always eat and leave when I come back before, and I never stay overnight." Even so, Yang Ling still finds fault with him in various ways.

Fu Le reached out and grabbed his hand. "Let's go. You've got the property certificate, right? Now that you have it, let's go find a real estate agency and sell it."

"good."

The couple returned, full of resentment, almost an hour after Fu Le and his wife left.

The couple froze the moment they opened the door; someone had come in, and it seemed like something had been disturbed.