The Herbal Scents of Farm Life
Chapter 1948: Don’t Even Think About It

Chapter 1948: Chapter 1948: Don’t Even Think About It

Of course, it’s very possible that this fish is already dead, and the nets of those two people have not even been broken yet!

So for now, he would avoid conflicts with Yue Chushui as much as possible.

"Brother Chong, how could you be like this? Chushui is your son, what kind of father is so afraid of his own child?" Luo Mianyi looked at her husband with such dismay that she couldn’t help but accuse him.

Even if Yue Chushui is nothing extraordinary, he is still Yue Chong’s son, right?

In this world, what kind of father fears his son like this? Especially when that son is useless, with not a single talent to speak of.

If Yue Chong is so afraid of such a person, then what if Yue Chushui were someone impressive? Would she and her two sons have any place to stand in this household in the future?

"Whether Chushui is my son or not is not for you to remind me!" Yue Chong glared at her with cold eyes.

If Yue Chushui weren’t his son, he wouldn’t need to be so worried. He could just kick him out of the Yue Clan.

But the problem is, Yue Chushui is indeed his son!

He was well aware that his mother, Old Madam Yue, was on Yue Chushui’s side. And then there was Old Madam Luo, who loved her grandson to death. The two old ladies combined were enough trouble for him.

Now there came Sui Zimo and Lin Caisang, the couple...

Who knows what sort of fortune this couple had encountered to become the saviors of Haibo Kingdom’s ruler upon their arrival on the Illusion Continent.

And now to make matters worse, they even dared to write directly to threaten him.

Under normal circumstances, he wouldn’t care about a simple letter, but it was precisely that simple letter that had caused him internal injury, from which he took many days to recover.

So that couple must be extraordinary.

"As for what Chushui possesses, don’t even think about it. Aren’t there enough assets in the Yue Clan for you to use? Must you covet what’s on Chushui’s person? As a mother, don’t you have any shame?"

He asked Luo Mianyi coldly.

"I..."

Luo Mianyi was so accused that she couldn’t say a word.

She really wanted to say, was it up to her to take as much from the Yue Family as she desired to spend at will?

The steward’s authority had always been in the hands of the deathless Old Madam. Her daily expenses were just her own dowry, along with the monthly silver provided by the Yue Clan.

Moreover, she never got along with Old Madam Yue, who wasn’t going to give her anything extra aside from the monthly silver!

As the wife of the head of the Yue Family, she was even worse off than the other wives in the family.

And her own family?

Since she insisted on marrying Yue Chong, her mother hadn’t provided her any support other than the dowry. Her two sons were also unpopular in the Luo Family.

Now that Yue Chushui had returned, her mother finally started to act, even thinking of giving half of the Luo Clan’s fortune to that useless Yue Chushui!

What about her Ze’er and Hao’er? Aren’t they the Luo Family’s own grandsons?

Thinking about it made her feel so nauseous that she had murderous thoughts!

But no matter how nauseated or murderous she felt inside, what could she do? Her mother was biased towards Yue Chushui, didn’t care about Ze’er and Hao’er. Could she even argue with her mother?

Even if she did argue, what would she get out of it?

"Brother Chong, how can you talk like that?"

She looked at Yue Chong with a sorrowful face, pretending to be a white lotus in distress.

"The way I speak, the way I think, isn’t it all for you? If you had the command token of Haibo Kingdom’s ruler in your hands, our Yue Clan’s status in Yunxia City would immediately rise several levels.

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