Chapter 143: Brimming with Bandit Swagger—the Feng Couple Come to Blows
Li Jing wore a solemn expression.
“Unwilling?”
“Marriage is our private matter; the two should not be mixed.”
“In that case, see them out.”
Zhuo Wang appeared, his demeanor icy as he coldly escorted the guests away.
Li Jing’s face darkened, but he refrained from uttering any harsh words. He knew it was futile to argue with Li Jiuwei.
He had to save Feng Huang—
For now, he could only adopt the mindset of a Feng family member.
“Are they gone?”
“Yes. He went toward the old Feng family estate. Boss, Feng Huang has become a cast-off by the Feng family, but Li Jing has not abandoned her; he is quite devoted.”
“Devoted? You’re truly naive. Li Jing’s not devoted out of affection; it’s all about binding interests! My dear big brother only cares about his career.”
Li Jiuwei knew the Li family well; she had seen through them.
“Boss, why not just eliminate Feng Huang completely?”
Li Jiuwei smiled: “We live in a society ruled by law, Zhuo Wang. Speak less like a bandit.”
“Understood, boss.”
Yet—
When it came to Feng Huang, doubts lingered in her heart.
What Feng Huang said today baffled her.
Feng Huang was absolutely certain that Feng Li would harm her in the future. She was painfully aware of her own fate, which is why she struck first.
But a four-year-old child shouldn’t be so scheming.
It was as if beneath that four-year-old shell lay the soul of an adult!
A chill ran through Li Jiuwei’s body, her hair standing on end.
“Prepare the car. We’re going to the Feng estate.”
Upon arriving at the Feng family mansion, no one dared to stop Li Jiuwei now.
The Feng family treated her with a mix of respect and fear.
“Take me to see Feng Huang.”
“Young Madam… The elder has ordered that no one is allowed to see the Second Young Miss.”
“I will bear all consequences. The elder won’t blame you.”
“Yes.”
The guards outside Feng Huang’s room were strict. From the steward, she learned that Li Jing had indeed come to see Feng Huang but was turned away.
He had failed to meet her as he wished.
“Li Jiuwei.”
The matriarch of the Feng family appeared, blocking Li Jiuwei on the spot, her gaze hostile.
“You’re not allowed to see Feng Huang.”
Li Jiuwei withdrew her gaze and ordered her men to open the bedroom door. The matriarch tried to stop them but was intercepted by Zhuo Wang.
When the matriarch insulted Li Jiuwei, Zhuo Wang twisted her wrist on the spot, causing her to scream in excruciating pain.
Li Jiuwei looked at Zhuo Wang in surprise but did not blame him. She instead ordered someone to take the matriarch away to see a doctor.
“Li Jiuwei, this family is not yours to command. If you hurt me, Feng Su would never love such a ruthless woman.”
“My affairs with Feng Su are none of your concern, Madam Feng.”
“I will never acknowledge you as my daughter-in-law. Feng Su will dump you sooner or later.”
Li Jiuwei sneered: “Is that so?”
“Don’t get cocky.”
“At least I am Feng Su’s legal wife now. Madam Feng, you keep giving me trouble—is it because you envy me? Jealous that I can be a rightful wife?”
“Li Jiuwei.”
The matriarch was so furious she was speechless, pointing at Li Jiuwei and cursing.
“Have you no shame? I have nothing to envy you for, Li Jiuwei. Don’t cross the line.”
Li Jiuwei yawned lazily: “I’m being excessive. So what? Feng Su loves me. Madam Feng, if you want me gone, you’d better give up now.”
The matriarch was beside herself. Li Jiuwei was no pushover.
“Li Jiuwei, get out!” she shouted, pointing toward the door.
At that moment, the matriarch received a phone call, and her expression changed drastically.
“Madam, the master has returned.”
“Feng Yi, Feng Yi! How could you deceive me?”
The matriarch no longer paid attention to Li Jiuwei and hurried downstairs. Li Jiuwei watched below with keen interest.
“Feng Yi, you heartless scoundrel! You lied to me. After all these years of marriage, raising your children, caring for your parents, managing the household—this is how you repay me? You have no conscience! None at all!”
Despite the pain in her left wrist, the matriarch pushed Feng Fu, her eyes red with anger.
At this moment, she appeared like a madwoman, berating him relentlessly.
Feng Fu grew impatient and frowned: “What are you going crazy for?”
“Me? You are the unfaithful one! You use Feng Su as a scapegoat for Feng Li. I haven’t settled this with you yet. Feng Yi, you’re a master actor, keeping Feng Li under the name of your mistress. You’re really something.”
The matriarch lashed out.
Feng Fu was furious. He shook off the matriarch’s hand and strode away.
The matriarch chased after him: “Feng Yi, where are you going? To see your mistress? Don’t forget, you’re still my husband!”
She shouted and screamed.
Feng Yi stopped and turned to glare at her, his face darkened.
“Enough?”
“No, Feng Yi. Don’t forget, I am your legitimate wife. Your mistress is a lowly woman, a homewrecker, someone who should be kept in the shadows.”
“Don’t forget how you got where you are.”
Feng Fu sneered bitterly and walked away without looking back.
The matriarch froze.
She stared blankly at his retreating figure, unwilling to believe it.
Her husband accused her of having climbed her way up.
She was not the only one at fault—why should Feng Yi walk away unscathed?
Furious, she stormed out, with Li Jiuwei hurrying down after her.
These two were Feng Su’s biological parents. Li Jiuwei disliked them, yet she could not stand by and watch them tear each other apart.
In the courtyard, the matriarch grabbed Feng Fu’s hair, hurling insults.
“Shrew, let go.”
The matriarch paid no heed and continued cursing.
Feng Fu’s scalp ached under her grasp.
Frustrated, Feng Fu punched the matriarch’s stomach.
Though the blow was not heavy, the matriarch was already fifty; the pain nearly made her faint.
“Separate them,” Li Jiuwei frowned.
“Get lost! All of you, get lost!” The matriarch saw Li Jiuwei and became even more agitated, hurling curses.
“Wretch! You’re a jinx; you bring misfortune to our family!”
Li Jiuwei’s eyes turned icy cold.
Her fists clenched tightly. Were it not for Feng Su’s parents, she would not hold back.
But Zhuo Wang would never tolerate his boss being insulted. What the boss couldn’t do, he would.
Zhuo Wang slapped the matriarch across the face, allowing Feng Fu to break free from her grasp.
He nodded approvingly: “Well done, Jiuwei. Give him a raise.”
They say a husband and wife’s bond lasts a hundred days; Feng Fu was no better than that.
The matriarch was struck, and her own husband applauded the act. Her hatred burned fiercely.
“Feng Yi!”
She screamed and lunged forward, biting Feng Yi’s ear viciously. Blood slowly trickled down.
Feng Fu howled in pain.
“Jiuwei… Jiuwei, save me… This shrew… Oh, my ear…”
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