The Female Cannon Fodder With Boundless Merits-Chapter 138 - 142: The Woman Who Married into a Wealthy Family (Part 2)
Chapter 138: Chapter 142: The Woman Who Married into a Wealthy Family (Part 2)
Yuan Qiran had fully seized control of the Yuan Family’s power, and he couldn’t wait to bring the person he loved through the door.
Faced with such a situation, the original host didn’t seem to have much unwillingness to step back, feeling somewhat relieved. After all, her son wasn’t close to her, but her child—her own child—should be given back to her eventually.
However, Yuan Qiran simply told her indifferently that her child had died at birth.
As compensation, Yuan Qiran was quite generous during the divorce.
But how could the original host believe that? She spent a lot of money and manpower to investigate the matter in secret.
And the cruel truth that surfaced made her want to literally devour Yuan Qiran’s flesh—her child had died years ago while he was still little and had not seen much of the world’s beauty.
It was all because the child, who had called her "mother" for a few years, had a congenital heart disease and needed a healthy heart.
The original host completely lost her sanity, and despite knowing it was like throwing eggs against a rock, she still relentlessly sought to take revenge on that scoundrel and shameless woman.
The result was obvious; she failed, and everything belonging to the Su Family was destroyed.
Even so, under Huayin’s own self-perceived benevolent guilt, she left her a way out, allowing her to live in a lowly and crawling stance, looking up at the sinners’ happy and joyful lives.
After opening her eyes, a flash of intense grief and anger surged skyward, and it took Su Li several seconds to calm that fierce emotion.
Her whole being could still feel the original host’s deep-seated grievances, making her feel rather disgusted now.
She casually surveyed her surroundings—it was her own bedroom, uniquely hers.
Because Yuan Qiran didn’t visit often, he had his own house outside and would only return to the old residence for a few days at the beginning and middle of each month, often staying in the study.
Naturally, the bedroom decoration was all according to the original host’s tastes.
Su Li found it quite comfortable; the original host had good taste, decorating the room luxuriously yet comfortably.
Like the low bed she was leaning on now—petite, exquisite, and very valuable, it had taken more than 2.4 million to carefully craft.
Just like now, as Su Li lay there, she didn’t feel like getting up at all.
"Knock knock knock..." Along with the knocking, a woman’s voice sounded from outside the door.
"Young Madam, the young master has returned from school. Madam has asked you to come down quickly."
Su Li replied lazily, "I know."
The person outside the door seemed reluctant to leave, raising her voice a bit, "Madam wants you to come down right now."
Su Li furrowed her brows, slightly irritated, she said, "I said I know, can’t you understand human speech?"
After all, the original host’s personality was like a fierce crab that liked to scuttle sideways.
In the past, she had carefully tried to appease every member of the Yuan Family for the sake of her husband.
But now, perhaps Yuan Qiran would prefer her to be more fiery; wasn’t that why he married her in the first place—to annoy his family?
As his wife, maybe she could indeed offer some help.
Su Li said that, and the voices outside went quiet for a long time, seemingly stifled by her unusual demeanor.
Su Li didn’t get up but continued to lounge on the low couch, even taking out her phone to scroll through her social media feed for a while.
The plastic sisters in her social media circle were once again flaunting their ’intelligence.’
Su Li clicked on the profile of a long-haired beauty and, tap tap tap, typed out a few words on her phone, "Where are you? Free? Let’s meet up, same old place. Let the sisters know to be there."
The reply came back almost immediately, "Well, well, our Young Madam from the Yuan Family is in the mood today. Thought you’d forgotten about us ladies after perching up on a high branch..."
"Don’t give me lip. You have half an hour, make sure everyone gets the message. I want to see all of you at the usual spot. Not one less."
Wen Yan was going to say something sarcastic, but this interruption made her forget all her planned retorts. She hung up in a rush and called each sister one by one.
That bitch had only given her thirty minutes. If she didn’t handle it well, she couldn’t imagine what kind of trouble she’d be in next.
She had thought that after marrying into a rich family, Su Li would tone it down a bit. Now, she realized how naïve she’d been. Just a few years and that bitch was as arrogant as ever.
And now, with the backing of the mighty Yuan Family, they were truly reduced to mere lackeys – the kind that couldn’t turn the tables.
Wen Yan was so upset that her face twisted with envy at the newly rich Su Li’s fortune, yet her hands were quick to act.
Right after Su Li hung up the phone, her bedroom door was violently burst open from the outside.
A middle-aged woman with a necklace of slick, white pearls around her neck, hair meticulously combed, and wearing a tailored cheongsam, strode in with an air of arrogance, clearly a wealthy lady.
Although her age was not evident from her appearance, Su Li knew her at a glance—it was none other than her mother-in-law, Yuan Qiran’s mother.
At that moment, her face was livid, lips tightly pressed as she saw Su Li casually lying there, fiddling with her phone, which only infuriated her more.
"My words as your mother-in-law, they don’t work on you now, do they?"
Su Li carelessly flicked the fabric of her dress and stood up, but her attitude only stoked Mulan’s fury further.
"Of course they work, very well, indeed," Su Li said with a wry face, stepping out, "Let’s go downstairs then."
Su Li seemed completely oblivious to the anger blooming across Mulan’s face, flashing her a properly pleasant smile, "Mom, what’s the matter? You seem in such a rush..."
"Hey, why aren’t you moving? Didn’t you want me to come downstairs?"
Mulan, trembling anger in her pointing finger, jabbed it towards Su Li’s nose, "You, you..."
"You, you," it took her a while before she finally spat out, "Are you trying to turn the world upside down?" She then turned to Mrs. Zhang following behind her and said, clutching her chest, "Go, call Qi Ran right away, tell him to come back. His wife is about to drive me to an early grave." freёweɓnovel.com
"Mom, that’s going too far. Isn’t that a bit of a heartless accusation... How could I possibly upset you? What have I done to make you so angry?" Su Li asked, puzzled.
"Mom, how can you upset Grandma like this? She’s elderly, and what if you cause her something serious?" A disapproving childish voice interjected, "Just listen to what Grandma says."
Su Li looked towards the voice and saw a little boy standing at the door, none other than her current son, Yuan Ming Ting.
Despite being only seven years old, the boy’s handsome, adorable face was furrowed with concern, showing an almost grown-up seriousness.
Yet Su Li just laughed, idly twirling her finger before asking, "Is this how your posh school educates you? Haven’t they taught you how to write about filial piety?"
"Do you talk to your mother like that?"
