Chapter 45

Fu Le grabbed Chen Hui's right hand and pulled her forward. Chen Hui didn't react in time and almost fell towards Fu Le. The latter turned to the side and kicked her. Wearing high heels, Chen Hui lost her balance and fell flat on her face, screaming as she landed on the ground.

"Who the hell are you? You're bullying my wife right in front of me? Do you think I'm dead?" The blond-haired guy, who looked like a dried bean, finally realized what was happening after a moment of stunned silence. He put one hand in his pocket and pointed at Fu Le with the other, his arrogant and domineering expression making him universally disliked.

Fu Le didn't even glance at him. He straddled Chen Hui's back, slammed one knee into Chen Hui's spine, grabbed Chen Hui's high ponytail, and forced Chen Hui to look up at Fu Le angrily, "Let me go!! Do you believe I'll have someone kill you!!"

Fu Le chuckled, slapped Chen Hui across the face, then grabbed her hair and pulled her up from the ground. "Aww... Let go, let go! Fu Le!! I'm going to have someone kill you!!!" Chen Hui screamed hoarsely as she kicked and punched wildly.

Her response was a flying kick that sent her flying, her back slamming hard against the hard wall. She winced in pain, tears and snot streaming down her face. "Fu Le, are you fucking crazy?! What the hell did I do to you?! Huang Xu, are you blind?! Your wife is being bullied to death, and you just stood by and watched?"

Another slap came flying through the air. The old and new grudges, accumulated over two lifetimes, came fiercely. Fu Le, who was already in a bad mood, became a little carried away by the slap.

And then... *slap slap slap slap slap*...

"Ouch……"

"oops……"

Screams echoed through the alley. Huang Mao had originally intended to go forward and teach Fu Le a lesson, but Fu Le's glare made him take several steps back. He stood there frozen, like a fool, unable to move forward or backward.

"Do you know why I beat you up?" Fu Le squatted down above Chen Hui's head.

"I don't know." Her face was swollen from the beating, and she could barely speak. Her eyes were filled with fear as she looked at Fu Le. It was clear that she was truly afraid.

"Your sister Haixia told me to beat you up because you hired someone to steal my bicycle. I'm here today to tell you, don't come looking for a beating. If you piss me off, you'll only end up worse off than you are now." With that, Fu Le stood up, sneered, and strode away.

She doesn't need Chen Hui's apology or her begging for forgiveness. If she does it again, she'll beat her every time she sees her.

The sound of wailing and crying came from the alley.

As for what Huang Mao is doing, or whether he has left, who knows?

After eating something quick in the classroom, Fu Le blocked Xiang Haixia from behind.

"What are you doing? Fu Le, you're blocking my way." Xiang Haixia's round face was full of annoyance, completely oblivious to the hostility in Fu Le's eyes.

"Xiang Haixia, do you know what happened to my car?"

The girl, who had been looking impatient, froze and unconsciously avoided Fu Le's gaze. "How should I know? Get out of my way, or I'll tell the homeroom teacher."

“I’ve already given Chen Hui a beating, and she said you let her have it.” Fu Le stepped aside to let Xiang Haixia in.

"Fu Le! Are you crazy?!" Xiang Haixia turned her head angrily, like a cat with its fur standing on end, the small curly hair on her forehead blowing in the wind, her eyes filled with fear. If her sister really believed that, she could beat her to death, and her parents wouldn't speak up for her.

"Whether I'm crazy or not, just ask your sister. Don't cause any more trouble, or I'll beat you so badly your own mother won't recognize you." Raising his right hand and waving it, Fu Le smiled, unrestrained and arrogant, before turning back to his seat.

As for Xiang Haixia's resentful expression, she really didn't care. She didn't cause trouble, but she was truly unafraid of it.

Another happy day, ending in a daze from studying.

Construction is progressing quickly. In the blink of an eye, half a month has passed and the foundation has been laid. As per Fu Le's requirements, the ground is reinforced with two layers of steel bars, strong enough to withstand a magnitude 7 earthquake. The house is very sturdy, but it is also very expensive. However, Lao Fu's network of connections is quite impressive, so the cost of the steel bars does not need to be paid for the time being.

Every day after evening self-study, Fu Le would go to the construction site to deliver a special drink to her uncle, which made Old Fu roll his eyes repeatedly.

"Uncle, don't be stingy with this dried meat. It's for you to nourish your body. Don't help out on the construction site. That's not your job. If you do it, what will the workers do? Be careful they don't blame you for stealing their jobs." When he left, Fu Le left a small bag of dried sand cricket pupae.

"I know, you're just as nagging as your mother." Although he said that, Qi Dafu's face was full of joy.

"Why have you been so nice to your uncle lately? Your dad's getting jealous," said Mrs. Fu with a smile as she tidied up Fu Le's cabinet.

"Didn't you see how skinny my uncle is, like a steel bar? You know what my aunt is like, she always stuffs the good food into her own mouth, when has she ever cared about my uncle? Except when she's taking money, she never pays any attention to my uncle. My sister is such an idiot, she listens to her mother in everything, I don't know she'll be filial to my uncle in the future. Everyone cares about their own uncle, I can't be bothered with her."

Upon hearing this, Aunt Fu paused in her work, but immediately resumed her tasks. "Didn't you used to like your sister the most?"

"See? Just like your aunt, no difference. Mom, did you apply that face cream? How's it working?" Fu Le changed the subject. She could see that most of the scars on her mother's face had faded, and even the wrinkles from her hard work were receding. If it continued like this, her mother's skin would definitely become white and bright.

"I must say, your face cream is really good. Did you make it yourself? Look at the spots on my face, most of them are gone. Several women who go grocery shopping ask me every day what's wrong with my skin, but I don't want to tell them, hehe..." When talking about skin, Fu's mother immediately got excited and happily pulled Fu Le to start talking about skincare.

"Mom, I'm thinking of selling this. What do you think?" Fu Le asked tentatively. She was earning money to improve her family's life, and she couldn't just keep it all for herself; that would defeat her purpose.

Of course, this amount should be taken out in moderation, otherwise her father, that oddball, will keep thinking about taking money out to do his "real things" every day, and then she will lose every penny.

"Is anyone buying this?"

"Why don't you try it and see? I'm planning to sell each bottle for two hundred."

Aunt Fu was taken aback. "Isn't that too expensive? I doubt you'll be able to sell it."

"You said before that doing business doesn't make money and building a house takes ten or twenty years. What about now?"

Qi Hua: ...

"Alright, alright, go sell it. Use the proceeds to pay back the money for the house." With that, Aunt Fu left.

She was unhappy that her daughter had left her no room to retort. This brat's tongue is getting sharper and sharper. She hopes her daughter can actually earn some money, even just enough for tuition, she'll be satisfied.

Fu Le smiled smugly inside the room. This meant he had gotten through to the official channels and now he had a reason to take the money home.

Without hesitation, Fu Le started making aloe vera paste under his parents' noses every day, saying he wanted to sell it for money. This made the old couple laugh. Although they thought it was impossible, they supported Fu Le because he was willing.