"Mom, I'm going out for a bit. Yulong said the other day that he'd rest tonight and come home for dinner. I'm going to buy some spare ribs he likes." Wu Xiuli didn't want to sit at home and chat with Feng Xueying, so she found an excuse to go out for a walk. It wasn't just Wen Yulong who loved spare ribs; Feng Xueying's beloved son, Wen Ziyun, also liked them.
"Oh, Mom, give me some money! Yulong only earns so little, and Ziyun and Ziqiu's schooling costs a lot of money." Wu Xiuli asked Feng Xueying for money. She was going to buy groceries, but she wasn't going to eat them herself. She was going to buy them for the old woman's son and grandchildren. If the old woman didn't pay, who would? Wu Xiuli wondered.
"Go ahead! Here are ten yuan. Ziyun likes it, so buy more." Feng Xueying was in high spirits when she heard Wu Xiuli thinking about her son. Feng Xueying had never worried about money. Wen Yiran earned a lot of money every month, and he gave it all to Feng Xueying. Plus, the children were all grown up, and Feng Xueying would always give them gifts during the New Year and other holidays. The money in Feng Xueying's hands was what Wu Xiuli had always coveted.
"Thank you, Mom!" Wu Xiuli said sweetly when she saw Feng Xueying was willing to pay. Spare ribs were 1.2 yuan per pound, and ten yuan was enough for Wu Xiuli to buy two or three more times.
Wu Xiuli had just walked to the door and hadn't opened it when the door was pushed open with a "bang", almost flattening Wu Xiuli's nose.
"Ouch! Who is this?" Wu Xiuli's face was hurt by the cold wind brought by the door opening, and she couldn't help but complain.
Feng Xueying was also startled. She stood up from the sofa and asked repeatedly, "What happened? What happened? Did you get bumped into anything?"
"No." Standing at the door, He Jingjing's face turned pale and she shouted, "I didn't even touch a hair! What are you yelling about?"
She was so angry. Neither the mother-in-law nor the daughter-in-law in the Wen family were good people. She had been back for two days, so why didn't they tell her that something had happened in the He family? Otherwise, she wouldn't have to embarrass herself today.
Feng Xueying was stunned. Was this the sweet and adorable He Jingjing? Did she open the door the wrong way today?
Wu Xiuli was furious. What did "not even a hair was touched" mean? She was so frightened that her heart was still beating fast.
He Jingjing ignored what Feng Xueying and her mother-in-law would think of her. After saying that, she rushed up to the second floor like a gust of wind. Then, a louder "bang" sound came from the second floor. It should be He Jingjing slamming her door shut.
"Ouch! Ouch! I'm so pissed!" Feng Xueying slumped down on the sofa, completely bewildered. This He Jingjing, she looked nice as a child, with such a sweet mouth, but why has she become so annoying as she grows older? Does she think this is her He family? Slamming the door? Is it her turn to slam the Wen family's door?
"That's outrageous!" Wu Xiuli muttered, but she wasn't angry at all. The worse He Jingjing was, the happier Wu Xiuli felt.
He Jingjing came back with Wen Ziqing. Wu Xiuli agreed to let He Jingjing stay at Wen's house, and she had her own ideas.
Although the engagement between Wen Ziqing and Zhou Yuanyuan was half-broken by the joint efforts of Wu Xiuli and Feng Xueying, Wen Yiran has never relented and has even been dragging his feet on returning the so-called engagement jade pendant to the Zhao family. Wu Xiuli is even thinking of using the He Jingjing incident to make things more difficult for Wen Ziqing! Wen Ziqing went home and brought He Jingjing back with him. As long as Wu Xiuli spread rumors outside, the Zhou family would surely get wind of it. The Zhou family cherishes Zhou Yuanyuan so much, would they be willing to let her marry a philandering man like Wen Ziqing? At that time, with just one word from General Zhou, even if Wen Yiran is unwilling, the marriage between Wen Ziqing and Zhou Yuanyuan will not be possible.
As for He Jingjing, Wu Xiuli had never taken her seriously. The He family had fallen, and He Jingjing, the once high-and-mighty "spoiled girl", no longer had the support of the He family behind her. She was just an ordinary girl.
Wen Ziqing was only worthy of being accompanied by an ordinary girl like this. A girl as gifted as Zhou Yuanyuan could only be accompanied by her own son, Ziyun.
He Jingjing sat in her room, sulking for a while, her teeth clacking. She'd taken some time off to return to the He family's house today, but couldn't get in. The soldier at the door said, "This isn't the He family's, it's the Zhu family's." Clearly, in her previous life, He Shumin had never moved and had died in that house. How could she have ended up in the Zhu family?
Whenever He Jingjing thought of the Zhu family, she couldn't help but think of the brothers Zhu Xiaojun and Zhu Xiaoshan. Zhu Xiaoshan, a proud son of heaven, looked down on her, but He Jingjing didn't mind. But Zhu Xiaojun, a "scumbag" in the upper class, looked down on her every time he saw her, which drove He Jingjing crazy.
The former He family has become the Zhu family, and it is obvious that Zhu Xiaojun, whom He Jingjing hates, lives there.
The more she thought about it, the more upset she felt. She was also curious about where her grandfather, He Shumin, had gone. Had he gotten a promotion or moved? She reached out to a few acquaintances to ask. The answer left her both angry and shocked. He Shumin had passed away over two years ago, and her father, He Boqian, was in prison. And what a cowardly uncle, that was, he had actually run off with his family to some remote mountain village in Qingshan City?
How could this happen? Clearly... in her previous life, He Shumin enjoyed a glorious life for over a decade. In this life, her grandfather died so early? Does this... mean that many things in this life are different from the last?
He Jingjing was very upset. If the Wen Ziqing of this life was no longer the Wen Ziqing of the previous life, would he still have a chance to stand in a high position? Without a high position, was Wen Ziqing still worthy of her love?
In her previous life, He Jingjing had a narrow vision and was always focusing on the young talents in Kyoto.
In this life, He Jingjing was already a cultivator. Even though she was only a useless cultivator with five spiritual roots, she was still very different from ordinary people whose lifespans barely reached a hundred years! What should she do? Should she return to the secret realm and "hook up" with a senior brother? Or should she continue to "hang" on Wen Ziqing's "crooked tree"?
A muffled groan in her ear interrupted He Jingjing's thoughts.
He Jingjing opened the door and followed the sound to Wen Ziqing's door.
From inside the door, Wen Ziqing's muffled groans could be heard every few minutes.
He Jingjing reached out and turned the doorknob, but it didn't budge. It seemed that Wen Ziqing had locked the door.
Hey! Does locking the door help? Can a lock stop me?
He Jingjing curled her lips in disdain, and shot a trace of spiritual energy from her fingertips into the door lock, swirling it around inside. With a "click", the door lock was destroyed by the spiritual energy.
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