“Lu Wanqing, that bitch, I’m going to kill her. She’s the one who stole Jianguo back then, making me live in constant fear.”
She clutched the hem of her clothes and let out a hoarse scream.
“But she’s already dead, haha~ that bitch is dead, I’m the one who builds the nation’s wife.”
She seemed to have regained some clarity, but she was still in a state of erratic behavior.
Li Damei handed her the chicken leg, giving her a sinister smile:
"You're wrong, she's not dead, she's alive and well, and she's currently taking a walk with him in the yard!"
She had curly hair, wore bright lipstick, and fashionable clothes; she was still as beautiful and charming as ever. But you, you've aged and lost your beauty, holding no appeal whatsoever for Jian Guo.
He'll divorce you soon and marry Lu Wanqing.
Upon hearing her provocative words, Feng Shuyao immediately covered her head, feeling as if a thousand voices were telling her that Lu Wanqing was still alive and that Jiang Jianguo was going to marry her.
"don't want......"
"I absolutely will not allow this to happen..."
She stood up frantically, searching for Jiang Jianguo.
When she saw Lu Wanqing behind the wheelchair, she felt as if her whole body had been hit hard by something, and her mind suddenly cleared up.
It really was Lu Wanqing.
Even though more than 20 years have passed, she recognized her at first glance.
She couldn't help but step forward, grab her hair from behind, and drag her to the ground.
Hongjie suddenly lost her balance and fell backward.
Soon, Feng Shuyao pinned her down and began slapping her hard across the face with both hands.
Hearing the commotion, Jiang Rou quickly came to pull her away.
"What are you doing, you madman!"
Feng Shuyao was surprisingly strong. With a flick of her arm, she threw Jiang Rou aside and continued slapping Sister Hong across the face.
She only stopped when Jiang Jianguo turned his wheelchair over and grabbed her hand.
"Shuyao, what are you doing?"
"What am I doing? Do you really think I'm dead? You're being all lovey-dovey with your lover right in front of me."
Feng Shuyao twisted her wrist, which was throbbing from the blow, her face full of hostility.
Jiang Jianguo paused for a moment, then spoke in a trembling voice:
"You...you're clear-headed now?"
"Otherwise, how would I know you were having an affair if I wasn't sober! Jiang Jianguo, your wife isn't even dead yet, and you're already bringing your lover home. How cruel you are!"
Feng Shuyao felt nauseous when she thought of the image of him holding hands with Lu Wanqing.
At this moment, Lu Wanqing had regained some strength and, unwilling to accept defeat, reached out her hand.
"Feng Shuyao, I'll teach you to hit me. If I hadn't taken pity on you back then, I would have run off with Jian Guo long ago. Why would you need to act so arrogantly in front of me!"
The two started fighting again.
Seeing this, Jiang Jianguo was so angry that he kept pounding his chest with his fists.
Li Damei quickly stepped forward and gently wiped her face with her hand.
"Don't be angry. Getting upset will only make you sick, and they won't care. Let me accompany you back to your room to rest."
As she spoke, she grasped the man's hand, her eyes filled with tenderness.
Jiang Jianguo, remembering how Li Damei had taken care of him these past few days, felt a pang of tenderness and couldn't help but say to the two men fighting:
"Alright, stop it. I'm tired today. Wanqing, you should go home first. We can talk about it later."
He shook his head helplessly at Feng Shuyao.
"Look at the state you're in now, go and tidy yourself up properly."
Feng Shuyao then released her grip on Lu Wanqing's hair and raised her hand to smell her sleeve.
Oh my god, she said she felt so nauseous because her clothes smelled sour and disgusting.
How has she been getting through these days?!
She quickly went to the kitchen to boil water.
Jiang Rou had not yet achieved her goal, so she followed behind Jiang Jianguo and spoke up for her mother.
Jiang Jianguo rebuked her:
"Aren't you worried about the situation not being chaotic enough? The whole neighborhood knows, where am I supposed to put my face now? You should take your mother and leave first, I'll go find her another time."
He had long been captivated by Lu Wanqing's still-charming appearance, so he was not about to give up easily.
Jiang Rou had no choice but to take Sister Hong away first.
"I never expected Feng Shuyao to suddenly wake up. It was a mistake even with the best intentions."
Jiang Rou said fiercely.
I don't know when I'll be able to get information about those treasures.
"Hiss~"
Sister Hong touched her swollen lips.
“That bitch was pretty strong; she even drew blood. Honestly, Feng Shuyao is already mentally impaired, and you still kept her at home. If you had just dumped her in some ditch, she wouldn’t be alive now.”
Jiang Rou also felt a pang of regret.
"Mom, how was I supposed to know she was so lucky? She'd been lost a few times before, but she was always brought back. It's all because Dad wanted to have an affair with Li Damei and was using her as a cover."
Don't worry, even if we leave, things won't be peaceful at home. Let Li Damei and Feng Shuyao fight like dogs.
"We'll intervene when they're both severely weakened."
Sister Hong nodded, "That's the only way. Anyway, you should put in some effort. It involves a lot of money, so make sure no one else benefits from it."
After all that commotion, the mother and daughter gained nothing and even got a beating for nothing, but their relationship was better than before.
At the Jiang family home, Li Damei was helping Jiang Jianguo to bed. Just as she moved him onto the bed, Feng Shuyao rushed over.
After washing up, she put on her new clothes and looked quite presentable. Seeing Li Damei taking off Jiang Jianguo's pants and making some intimate gestures, she immediately pushed her away.
"I'll take care of these things from now on."
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