My beautiful CEO wife
Chapter 340: Your Daughter-in-law Must Have Been Picked Up

Chapter 340: Chapter 340: Your Daughter-in-law Must Have Been Picked Up

The dawn light was faint, carrying a coolness.

Xiao Zheng looked out the window towards the front gate, only to find Shangguan Yu still kneeling there.

Yet Shangguan Yu was without resentment or regret, for success or failure hinged upon this very moment.

This concerned not only her own fate, but also the life and death of her entire family.

Suddenly, she saw Xiao Zheng walking out, so she hurriedly followed him and explained, "Mr. Xiao, my dad passed out last night and was taken to the hospital by an ambulance, but I’m still here to continue asking for punishment."

"Why are you telling me this?"

Xiao Zheng walked into the neighboring woods to exercise in the morning, his movements as smooth as flowing water.

"Well, my dad said that even if he is in the hospital, his heart remains here, and his sincerity will never change."

Shangguan Yu hastily answered, her voice soft and gentle, not even daring to breathe too loudly.

At this moment, she no longer bore her former pride and haughtiness but was like a small yapping dog that followed wherever Xiao Zheng went.

And she was as obedient as could be, like a fawning servant.

"Oh."

Xiao Zheng nodded slightly and continued his morning exercise.

He couldn’t help but take a look at Shangguan Yu. After a night of reflection, her complexion had mostly recovered. She no longer resembled the malevolent "Mei Chaofeng" but had transformed into the gentle "Mu Nianci."

The change was enormous! He had to admit, she was indeed a rare beauty, albeit flawed in character.

Xiao Zheng snickered to himself, this damn thing was reality. Even if he asked her to share his bed now, she’d have to obediently spread her legs.

However, it wasn’t practical for her to keep following him around, for he still had to go to work. He couldn’t have an extra maid to serve tea and water, could he?

Wouldn’t that make him a lord?

"Shangguan Yu, you can go back now, I don’t need a tag-along."

"I can’t!"

Shangguan Yu was almost energized by the challenge, ready to follow forever.

Xiao Zheng let out a wry smile, "Fine, if you love following, then follow."

After his morning exercise, he went to the breakfast stall.

Xiao Zheng ate his large meat-filled buns, grease dripping from his mouth, as he occasionally smacked his lips, still relishing the taste.

"Gurgle..."

Shangguan Yu looked on pitifully, even secretly swallowing saliva, because she hadn’t eaten dinner last night, and by now, she was even more famished.

However, she was also a martial artist with strong endurance for hunger. Even if she went hungry for two days, she wouldn’t die.

"Uh..."

The customers at the breakfast stall came and went, witnessing this astonishing scene, speculating endlessly.

"Just listen to me, this girl must be a wife he bought from Vietnam, look at how hungry she is, what a stingy miser."

"Vietnamese wife my ass? You can tell she got pregnant by this guy, and now she has to shamelessly stick around him."

"That’s not right, did you see the marks of fingers? It shows this guy has a history of domestic violence, typical male chauvinist, showing off even outside."

"Damn, how could someone dare to hit such an exceedingly beautiful woman? What a brute."

"If I had a girlfriend like that, she would be sitting while I would be standing."

"..."

Hearing the crowd’s discussions, Xiao Zheng’s face turned red with embarrassment. This was just nonsensical bakwaas, all damn gibberish.

"Shangguan Yu, do you want to eat together?"

"No thanks!"

Shangguan Yu shook her head like a rattle drum. Although she wanted to eat, she didn’t dare to admit it.

Xiao Zheng helplessly shrugged his shoulders and continued to eat, but gradually his face changed, and he too put down the steamed bun.

Why?

Because he tasted preservatives, and there was something wrong with the meat as well.

What he could be certain of was that the pork filling was definitely from a dead pig, and not just any dead pig, but the kind that had gone bad after death.

Xiao Zheng often encountered such dead pork during his time living abroad, for instance, in Africa, South America, Southeast Asia, where this phenomenon existed.

In these places, which tend to be economically and technologically behind, if pigs died from illness, people usually wouldn’t bury them. Instead, they would preserve them with preservatives and sell them to professional processing workshops. After a series of treatments, they would taste just the same as fresh pork.

Some of these pork would be sold to local restaurants, while most were smuggled across borders into other countries, which is what’s known as ’zombie meat.’

This kind of meat could be stored in cold storage for decades.

When Xiao Zheng was abroad, the difficult conditions at the beginning made eating this kind of meat inevitable, so he was very familiar with its taste.

The buns he had eaten earlier did not have this taste, but the ones he was eating now did.

This meant that this steamed bun shop was up to something shady, mixing bad and good pork fillings together, which made it impossible to guard against.

"Boss! Come here for a sec."

"Oh, young brother, what’s up?" The chubby shop owner approached with enthusiasm, sitting beside Xiao Zheng and casting an envious glance at Shangguan Yu.

Xiao Zheng pulled apart the bun filling and said gravely, "Boss, there’s something wrong with this pork. It’s dead pig meat."

"What?"

"Pfft..."

Upon hearing this, the patrons who were eating buns all turned pale with shock, desperately spitting out the buns. Some even started to retch.

"Everybody listen to me, the buns from my shop are quality guaranteed, you can eat them with confidence."

After explaining to everyone, the fat owner turned pale with anger and pushed Xiao Zheng roughly, yelling, "What the fuck do you mean, huh? You think you can scam a free meal by picking a fight over a bun?"

"You..."

Xiao Zheng was very dissatisfied; this guy was clearly playing Zhu Bajie—blaming others for his own fault. And he even dared to be righteous about it?

It was certain that some of the steamed buns from this shop were filled with dead pig meat, substituting inferior goods for good ones and selling them mixed together.

It was clearly dead pig meat, but this guy not only refused to admit it, he was even outrageously arrogant.

"I’m saying, boss, there’s clearly dead pig meat in this pork filling, and you’re still trying to deny it?"

The fat owner, now enraged and embarrassed, pointed at Xiao Zheng’s nose and yelled fiercely, "I’ve been running this place for years, and it’s been quality guaranteed, with no issues at all. Looking for trouble, are you? If you’ve got any sense, pay up and get lost. If you don’t scram and keep ruining my business, I’ll fucking kill you."

Seeing Xiao Zheng, who was thinner and weaker than himself, the owner didn’t take him seriously, treating him like a pushover and bullying him as much as he pleased.

Xiao Zheng let out a bitter laugh, thinking that there really were all sorts of people, and now he couldn’t blame himself for being ruthless.

"Listen up, everyone, there are two types of meat buns in this shop: one with good meat filling and one with dead pig meat filling. They’re selling both types mixed together, don’t be fooled."

As soon as these words were uttered, another wave of vomiting erupted among the customers; some walked out immediately, and others demanded refunds.

A vicious glint flashed in the fat owner’s eyes as he grabbed a kitchen knife and charged out, bellowing, "Son of a bitch, you’re really asking for it, I’ll fucking chop you up."

The boss’s wife also started cursing like a shrew, pointing at Xiao Zheng and launching into a tirade, "You little shit, I curse your ancestors for generations—you’re ruining my livelihood..."

"You..."

Xiao Zheng instantly became furious. Damn it, talking was getting nowhere, and they’d draw a knife at the drop of a hat—as if they thought they were from Cross Slope, acting like a shrew like Mei Chaofeng?

What a fucking joke, to think such people existed.

"Swoosh!"

The fat owner came at him fiercely, but Shangguan Yu, who was next to him, saw this and moved quickly as lightning, snatching the knife away instantly.

She grabbed the fat owner’s hand and placed it on the table, and the knife came down with force.

"Bang!"

"Ah!"