Madam Li and Li Hongming were about the same age, but she looked to be no more than forty. She was still charming, neither fat nor thin, and had a very good temperament. She must have received a good education. It was hard to believe that this woman would be so cruel as to kill her husband.
The last one to enter was a young woman, a younger version of Mrs. Li, except she lacked her mother's refined elegance. The girl had brightly colored hair, a row of sparkling studs on her ears, tattoos on her wrists and neck, and her makeup was an indescribable gothic style; even a ghost would be more pretty than her.
Ye Qingqing shook her head inwardly. With three children like these, Li Hongming must be having a lot of trouble. It was only a matter of time before he developed heart problems.
"What are you doing here?" Li Hongming asked his wife coldly.
Madam Li looked at the silent Dong Siyue, her eyes turning venomous, and her beautiful face gradually contorting. Ye Qingqing sighed inwardly. This woman was both hateful and pitiful. There were actually better solutions, but this woman chose a dead end.
"If she can come, why can't I? At least I'm still Mrs. Li now," Mrs. Li said sarcastically.
"Just look and leave. I've already done more than enough by not sending you to prison. Don't push your luck." Li Hongming didn't want to get entangled with this woman anymore.
Madam Li suddenly burst into laughter, her expression crazed, like a madwoman, which was quite disturbing.
After laughing for a long time, Madam Li finally stopped, her eyes filled with even more resentment. She hissed, "You've done all the right thing? Hah... What kind of kindness have you shown me? I'm sick and you go out and find wild women, even vixens the same age as my daughter. Have you no shame?"
Dong Siyue appeared calm, but her hands gripped the bowl tightly, veins bulging. Her heart was far from at peace; her only flaw was her social status, but that was not something she wanted.
Li Hongming's face darkened further. Before he could reprimand her, Madam Li started cursing again, "It's one thing for you to go looking for wild women when I was sick, but I can only blame myself for being useless. But now that I'm cured, you still refuse to come home and spend all your time fooling around with this wild woman. Even when you do come home, you sleep in the guest room. I'm your wife, not your housekeeper. Li Hongming, if you do this, don't blame me for doing it the next time!"
Ye Qingqing suddenly realized, so that's how it is. It turns out that Li Hongming and his wife haven't slept together even once in the past ten years. It seems that he really has feelings for Dong Siyue. No wonder Mrs. Li was so jealous that she went crazy.
The eldest son couldn't help but say, "Dad, my mother is your lawfully wedded wife. Even if you're having affairs with other women, you should at least treat them all equally. You only sleep with vixens, no wonder my mother is angry."
The second young master chimed in, "We still have to pay the grain tax several times, Dad. This isn't fair to Mom."
“My mom is a bit old, but she’s much prettier than this vixen. Dad, it’s fine if you eat wild food, but at least pick someone good-looking. How can you eat this kind of plain porridge and side dishes?”
Miss Li's voice was rough, like a man's, and she sounded like a seasoned smoker and drinker. It was clear how colorful this girl's nightlife was. She looked at Dong Siyue with disdain and couldn't understand how someone of average appearance could have her father so infatuated with her.
It also took away ten years.
Either her father was blind, or this woman was exceptionally skilled in that area. Miss Li leaned towards the latter. She had seen many female celebrities fawning over their bosses, more uninhibited than nightclub hostesses, with skills so comprehensive they were breathtaking. Her father's mistress must also be an expert in this field.
Ye Qingqing's lips twitched, and she suddenly wanted to laugh, but she held it back, afraid that Li Hongming would lose face.
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