The Female Cannon Fodder With Boundless Merits
Chapter 313 - 317: Boasting to the Skies (18)

Chapter 313: Chapter 317: Boasting to the Skies (18)

After the engagement banquet ended, Su Li returned to her residence and could hear the commotion from a distance.

Men’s roaring and women’s sharp scolding mixed together.

"Why won’t you let me go out, you call this... what do you call it..."

"It’s called infringing on personal freedom..."

"That’s right, infringing on personal freedom, it’s a crime that can land you in jail."

"And who are you people anyway, where is my son Wang Xiaochuan... let him come see me, is it that Wang Xiaochuan thinks his dad is an embarrassment, so he’s not letting me attend his engagement banquet? He’s grown wings now, huh, can even deny his own father, watch as I break his legs..."

"Break whose legs?"

Su Li leaned lazily against the door frame, arching an eyebrow, "Quite the imposing father we have here."

"You girl, who are you... don’t tell me you’re Xiao Chuan’s partner."

Wang Zhiguo’s older sister looked over with hostility, "Just look at how you’re treating us, aren’t you afraid Xiao Chuan will give you trouble? Once you’re part of the Wang family, you must follow the Wang family rules..."

Su Li snorted with laughter, cutting off the woman’s sharp voice, "Wang Da, you wouldn’t have forgotten who I am, would you?"

"You are... Su Li..." Wang Zhiguo’s brow furrowed, looking as if he’d seen a ghost.

Wang Zhiguo’s exclamation made Wang Da and Wang Xiaomei scrutinize Su Li’s face carefully.

She really did look a lot like the woman from their memories, only she seemed much more stylish.

Over all these years, instead of aging, she seemed to have grown younger.

To think that once upon a time, Su Li, their sister-in-law, was around their age, and now she seemed to belong to a different generation.

Wang Da was mortified as she remembered what she’d just said.

She had thought the other party was Xiao Chuan’s partner.

"Spat," Wang Zhiguo spat a thick glob of phlegm onto the ground, looking ferocious as he swung his arm, glaring menacingly, "Look at what you’re wearing, it’s obscene..."

Even after so many years of divorce, Wang Zhiguo still fancied controlling Su Li.

As he finished speaking, he reached out his hand, trying to grab her, muttering under his breath, "Shameless."

Wang Da and Wang Xiaomei watched gleefully from the sidelines, enjoying the rukus.

After not seeing her for so many years, Su Li seemed to have done so well for herself that it disturbed them greatly.

Watching their own brother lifting a hand, they were reminded of the frequent scenes from the past, their minds agitated, wishing he would give Su Li a good lesson to relieve their anger.

Wang Zhiguo had just come off the train, reeking of sweat, with a sour smell of cigarettes in his mouth, mixing together into a nauseating odor.

Before he could get close, Su Li couldn’t stand it and took a few steps back.

Wang Zhiguo thought Su Li was trying to dodge, his anger flaring up, and swung his hand, wanting to slap the woman a few times first.

This sort of thing he used to do often, it was that overly attractive face that made all the neighboring men’s blood boil, restless.

How could Su Li let someone hurt her? Disgusted, her slender fingers blocked the slap, and she counterattacked with a slap of her own.

A pair of delicate and powerless, pale hands shouldn’t be very strong.

Yet it was this slap that sent Wang Zhiguo spinning three hundred and sixty degrees in the air; upon landing, two of his front teeth immediately fell out.

He coughed violently, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Su Li distastefully extended her hand to the side, where Louis picked up a silk handkerchief scented with orchid and delicately wiped her hand several times.

"Hitting such trash, I feel like my hand is tainted with the stench of garbage," Su Li wrinkled her nose and complained.

An Mingrui, "You don’t have to do it yourself, I am your housekeeper, and it’s my duty to do it for you."

An Mingrui had a smile on his face, but the cold light in his eyes was like a knife, piercingly cold as it shot over.

Wang Dimei and Wang Xiaomei involuntarily shuffled their feet, keeping their distance from An Mingrui and Su Li.

The two were known for being bullies but cowards at heart, showing a remarkable sense of awareness in situations like these.

They realized that the ex-sister-in-law before them was not someone to mess with.

Wang Zhiguo’s head spun from Su Li’s slap, and it took quite a while for him to recover.

The burning pain on his face was enough to leave him in disbelief, but when he saw the young man standing behind Su Li, he became furious to the point of losing all reason.

"You got yourself a lover, and now you’re feeling bold, huh? Watch me—"

The rest of his words were unfit to hear, filled with vulgar insults that would taint one’s ears.

Su Li couldn’t be bothered to listen to these things. She turned to leave, "His mouth is too filthy. Help him clean it up so the filth won’t suffocate Xiao Chuan later."

"I’m going to bed. Leave everything here for Xiao Chuan when he comes back, and there’s no need to come and tell me."

Wang Zhiguo’s eyes were so wide they nearly popped out, a maelstrom of shame and humiliation raging within him.

What he couldn’t accept the most was his ex-wife’s dismissive glance, as she looked down on him.

Indifferent, unbothered... utterly emotionless.

That was even harder for him to bear than another slap across his face.

Even contempt and insults would have been more bearable, providing some solace to his injured pride.

But Su Li’s eyes were just hollow, as if he was nothing but an irksome pebble she couldn’t care less to dispose of – too much unnecessary effort.

Of course, Wang Zhiguo couldn’t articulate his feelings at the moment with such rich vocabulary.

But his crazed expression came to an abrupt halt, like a television show that had been paused.

Wang Dimei and Wang Xiaomei shrank their shoulders fearfully.

They had seen their eldest brother like this only once before.

It was fifteen years ago, during that divorce.

Zhenzhen was scared out of her wits...

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She was willing to engage with her stepson, but those pieces of trash weren’t worth losing sleep over.

To stoop to their level would be beneath her.

Wang Zhiguo and his two sisters had deeply ingrained, twisted perceptions that had taken root in their minds.

By the time Su Li woke up from her blissful sleep, the three Wangs, previously confined to the living room, had vanished without a trace.

Wang Xiaochuan and Zihan had changed into their home clothes and were sitting at the dining table, waiting for her to join them for breakfast.

With Zihan’s amusing company, the breakfast ended in a pleasant atmosphere.

It wasn’t until the plates and bowls were cleared from the table by the kitchen housekeeper that Su Li bothered to ask about what had happened with those people last night.

It was Xiao Chuan who couldn’t hold back and brought it up first.

"Mom, I’ve had someone send my dad and his sisters back to our hometown."

Su Li nodded internally.

Not bad, at least Xiao Chuan wasn’t blinded by filial piety or bound by familial ties.

"The money that belongs to you, I won’t give to Daddy. When he gets old, I’ll support him with money I earn on my own. As for the two aunts... I gave Wang Da a bit of money, and Wang Xiaomei got more, considering she did lend me money once."

"I won’t give any extra benefits."

"After all, people are never satisfied."