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Chapter 978 You Don’t Know Shit
Chapter 978: Chapter 978 You Don’t Know Shit
Yu Jingting saw that although he vehemently denied it, his eyes betrayed his guilt.
The fat uncle-in-law was indeed feeling guilty, yet Suizi and her husband heaved a sigh of relief at the same time.
They were only afraid he wouldn’t feel guilty. Guilt was good; it meant there was a chance to play on that.
Yu Jingting pinched the fat uncle-in-law’s face, intending to frighten him, but was disgusted by the greasy feeling on his fingertips. He flicked his fingers away and didn’t forget to sneer:
"Do other families eat rice while yours feeds on pig swill? Has the pig feed from the pig farms all been moved to your place?"
"What, what do you mean?" The fat uncle-in-law was too scared to understand the meaning behind those words.
Suizi translated from the side, "He said, you look greasy like lard."
"Right, right, I’m all greasy. Catching me isn’t much fun for you guys, let me go," the fat uncle-in-law implored, attempting to curry favor.
"Spill the whereabouts of Chubby Mom, and we’ll let you go."
Hearing the term ’Chubby Mom,’ the fat uncle-in-law’s eyes darted around as he tried to feign ignorance and slip through.
Yu Jingting kicked him over and said to Suizi, "Wife, bring the oil drum from the car."
The fat uncle-in-law was scared out of his wits.
"What do you need that for?"
Yu Jingting tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"Guess?"
The fat uncle-in-law’s mind immediately filled with frightening images.
Everyone from their old hometown knew what kind of person Yu Jingting was.
"Don’t set me on fire! I’ll tell you! Isn’t that enough?"
The fat uncle-in-law was so terrified he almost wet himself; Yu Jingting, after hearing him out, smugly ran his fingers through his hair.
He, this "washed-up" street gangster, could still make a difference, which was pretty good.
"I’ll fetch the oil drum." The fat uncle-in-law turned deathly pale at Yu Jingting’s words. Was this the inescapable fate of being set on fire?
Yu Jingting kicked him disdainfully.
"What’s going through your mind? Getting the oil drum is for refueling. Oil is so expensive; who would waste it on you? Besides, everyone else’s body is high in water content, but you’re an oil spill. Why add more fuel to that?"
Yu Jingting placed a lighter under the fat uncle-in-law’s nose and gently pressed down.
Crackle.
Suizi covered her nose with distaste, the smell of burning pig hair.
"Oww!" The fat uncle-in-law yelped from the singeing of his nose hair as he watched the couple walk away.
Thinking he had narrowly escaped disaster, the fat uncle-in-law was relieved, when suddenly he felt something was amiss.
"Untie me! What do you mean by leaving me tied up in the middle of nowhere! Let me go home!"
In the car, Suizi glanced at her wristwatch.
"We have one hundred minutes left."
In chess, the game’s outcome is timed by the second, and Suizi and Jingting couldn’t afford to lose even one extra minute, no, not even a second.
"That’ll be enough. First, we find the person, bring them back, and as for settling scores and such, we’ll wait until after the match," Yu Jingting said.
Suizi nodded in agreement; with the situation half-resolved, she felt a little weight lifted from her heart.
But recalling the fat uncle-in-law’s embrace with the woman made her feel nauseous again.
"It’s commonly said that men learn to be bad once they have money. I think that saying is incorrect. Does being poor mean they cease to be bad?"
For some, philandering is an unscrupulous instinct etched into their bones; whether they’re rich or poor, just having a restless heart is enough to find time for a quick dalliance, like the fat uncle-in-law for example.
A man who doesn’t respect himself is worse than rotten vegetables.
"Was he using the Yu Family name to bluff and deceive others?" Suizi seriously suspected that the fat uncle-in-law had been using the pretext of their family connections for his own purposes.
Otherwise, who would want to get involved with such a greasy old man?
"Fire him immediately," the voice roared, "and use this opportunity to send his whole family back to their hometown. Letting a relative who caused our boy’s competition delays stay near us is nothing but a curse."
But Suizi’s thoughts changed after she saw the mother of the robust boy.
The mother had been sent to Northern City for a purchasing task, and luckily, it was Yu Jingting who found her with his car. Otherwise, given the distance, whether by bus or rickshaw, she wouldn’t have made it back in less than two hours, even if it killed her.
When Suizi found her, she was still haggling with the farmers in the orchard. Seeing Suizi arrive took her by surprise.
"Suizi, what are you doing here?"
"There’s no time to explain, come with me," Suizi urged, pulling her to leave.
The boy’s mother hadn’t forgotten about the basket of persimmons she bought, which almost drove Suizi to the brink of frustration.
The poor woman was still in the dark, unaware of the petty schemes her sister had implemented.
Buying persimmons?
It was clearly a ploy to get the boy’s mother out of the way, making a phone call a day in advance to ensure her son would lose the competition.
Suizi hadn’t gotten around to asking about the motives, but she guessed it was most likely jealousy.
Over the years, Suizi had come to realize that those who can’t stand to see you succeed are often not strangers, but your own relatives.
The boy’s mother had indeed become the proverbial "easy target," easy to manipulate and still help counts the money after being sold out.
Suizi dragged her away, ignoring the mother’s repeated inquiries about what happened, expertly changing the subject every time.
After Suizi’s car left, two figures emerged from behind the fruit trees and watched the vehicle disappear.
"Chen Hansui is much prettier than her pictures, but she seems younger, doesn’t she? Are you sure all of Yu Jingting’s recent strategies are her doing?" asked a man who looked to be in his late twenties.
The top of his white shirt was slightly unbuttoned, revealing glimpses of a scar, and his sinister smile and sharp, eagle-like gaze followed the direction of Yu Jingting’s car.
"It’s her. According to our detailed investigations, this woman seldom appears in public, but each of Yu Jingting’s major decisions involves her."
"So, if we take her out, does that mean Yu Jingting’s combat effectiveness will be halved? However, it’s a shame to eliminate such a beauty..."
The man touched his nose, thinking back on Suizi’s recent appearance.
Just one look was enough to realize the depth of cunning in this girl’s heart.
She could have told the boy’s mother about her aunt’s antics directly, but she repeatedly avoided the topic. If it wasn’t due to a soft heart, then she must be plotting to use someone else’s hand to do the dirty work.
"Keep an eye on her. I want to see just how capable this ’military adviser’ really is."
A playful smirk appeared on the man’s face, and his dimples deepened slightly.
The intermission ended, and the stout boy came out of the waiting room.
His gaze swept over the crowd, only to see the anxious face of Jiaojiao. He did not see Suizi and her husband.
The boy’s heart sank—was it too late?
Jiaojiao raised her fist to him, signaling him to keep his spirits up.
The boy nodded, turning to re-enter the arena, when he heard a voice beckoning like an angel’s song:
"Go for it!"
The boy spun around, only to see Suizi waving at the entrance, with a bewildered-looking mother of the stout boy next to her.
Staff attempting to intercept were blocked by Yu Jingting’s arm.
These three had barged in.
According to the rules, once you leave, you’re not allowed back in.
To ensure the boy saw his mother was alright, Suizi had Yu Jingting help them crash through the barriers, and that very call was Suizi’s doing.
Relieved to see his mother unharmed, the furrow in the boy’s brow relaxed for the first time. He nodded gratefully at Suizi and her husband before following them back inside.
"All that trouble to break in, just to shout a cheer? What for..." The staff, while escorting Suizi and the others out, couldn’t help but mutter under their breath.
"You know nothing," scoffed Yu Jingting, linking arms with Suizi, ready to depart.
The stout boy’s mother hurriedly called out to them.
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