Chapter 190: The Successor Wife – 12

While things were sweet and tender on this side, new drama had unfolded over with Feng Qingyue. This was only discovered because Book Spirit Number One had been scurrying about eavesdropping.

As it turned out, Feng Qingyue had caught Zhang Bojian in an affair with the woman Mother Zhang claimed was a “distant relative.”

How could she possibly endure this?

She immediately ordered her people to drag the woman away to be beaten to death. Mother Zhang appeared out of nowhere, stopping them with heart-wrenching screams, claiming she had agreed to let Ru’er become a concubine and that they couldn’t kill her.

Feng Qingyue was driven mad with rage. Her eyes were bloodshot as she roared, “It’s all because of you, you old hag! You just can’t stand to see us happy, can you? This person is your distant relative, right? Fine, I won’t beat her to death. I’ll have her escorted back to wherever she came from, and I’ll make sure to spread the word about how the two of you conspired together!”

Zhang Bojian frowned with displeasure. “She’s just a concubine, why must you go this far?”

Feng Qingyue sneered. “Just a concubine? We are newlyweds, yet your mother finds a woman specifically to disgust me? And you just stand there doing nothing! Your entire family eats my food and uses my things, yet you still want to crawl all over me and suck every last drop of my blood. Since none of us want to live in peace, there’s no need for me to save your face anymore. I want to see just how you’ll survive once you leave me.”

“Someone, take her back! Spread the word along the way about what this shameless slut and this indiscriminate, wicked mother-in-law have done behind closed doors!”

Mother Zhang lost her composure and blocked the way, finally softening her tone to beg for mercy. “Qingyue, let it go! It was Mother who was muddled. Mother will never interfere in your affairs again. This child is also a pitiful soul; just give her some silver and send her away. Let’s just live our lives in peace.”

Zhang Bojian wore an expression of deep insult. He stood there motionless, radiating an aura that suggested: If you know what’s good for you, you’ll take this chance to back down. Don’t push your luck.

The woman on the ground, her hair disheveled, could do nothing but sob. Feng Qingyue spared her a single glance before turning to leave.

Mother Zhang had never suffered such humiliation. Mortified, she turned and left as well.

Only the woman on the ground and Zhang Bojian, standing in the wind, remained.

“Brother Zhang…”

Zhang Bojian acted as if he hadn’t heard her and walked away as well.

The woman wailed loudly. What was she supposed to do?

Ren Xin felt that the sensation of having her revenge served without having to lift a finger was truly wonderful.

There was a sequel to this incident. The woman seemed to have been pushed over the edge and began spreading rumors everywhere, saying she had been ruined by Zhang Bojian, that the primary wife was intolerant, and that Mother Zhang was a villain. She claimed the whole family was heartless.

Actually, after the news circulated for a while, it would have likely faded away. After all, the Zhang Family was insignificant, and the public didn’t care much about them.

But perhaps the Zhang Family was simply cursed. The very day after the woman began her frantic accusations, she died.

Furthermore, she died in an extremely gruesome manner. This meant the matter could no longer be settled quietly. Because a life had been lost, the public gossip became unstoppable.

“A lot of the girl’s relatives have arrived, all demanding an explanation from the Zhang Family. The authorities have a coroner performing an examination, but there doesn’t seem to be any progress. Those relatives of Mother Zhang’s are truly fierce; they don’t care at all about their dead daughter, they’re only interested in compensation.”

Book Spirit Number One spoke with lingering excitement. It was in a hurry to go back and see more, telling Ren Xin to wait for it.

Ren Xin was eating freshly made latiao¹. Looking at Jiaojiao, whose mouth was already red from eating, she continued her recommendations: “The dried pork jerky is also delicious, and the meat floss cakes are good too. But the best of all is the snowflake crisp…”

Jiaojiao asked happily, “Then Mother, when can we eat those?”

Ren Xin thought for a moment. “That depends on the cook’s ability. Although I know how to make them, I don’t like to move!”

Jiaojiao understood and secretly looked forward to being able to eat them soon.

In the evening, the whole family got to taste the latiao. Qiao Ce’s reaction to it was average, but Qiao Wuenci liked it very much. He even said he wanted to take some to school to show off.

Ren Xin’s maternal instincts surged, and she said directly, “How about this: tomorrow I’ll make your lunch for you to take. It’ll definitely be something you’ve never tasted before.”

Jiaojiao followed up, “Mother, what about mine?”

Ren Xin answered without hesitation, “We get the first bite. Your brother gets our leftovers.”

Qiao Wuenci: “…” His touched sentiment vanished instantly!

Qiao Ce cleared his throat, signaling with his eyes that he wanted some too.

Ren Xin waved her hand and declared grandly, “Tomorrow, I will personally go to the kitchen. Everyone gets a share. You’re all truly lucky!”

The three of them looked at each other, thinking: It probably won’t kill us, right?

Translator’s Notes