Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss

Chapter 515: Chapter 489: Five Consecutive ’Fugui’ Kills

Da Long said that Liao Fugui’s dad seemed to have some interest in Jia Xiufang. Qian overheard them chatting endlessly in the hallway and thought there might be something to it. So, is Liao Fugui trying to cozy up to Da Long intending to become her stepbrother?

In Qian’s view, neither family is reaching above their station. They are middle-aged individuals on their second marriages; Mr. Liao has power, Jia Xiufang has money. If Mr. Liao is like Liao Fugui in personality, he probably wouldn’t treat her mom too poorly.

Qian didn’t have any opinions on whether her mother should remarry, as long as Jia Xiufang was happy. With her around, no one would dare deceive her mom—especially given Liao Fugui and his father’s personalities, they wouldn’t be easily taken advantage of.

But Qian did have her concerns.

Liao family father and son hold unusual professions and have strong personalities, both are unyielding types. If Jia Xiufang were to marry Mr. Liao, she might get caught up in their troubles. People might seek revenge when they can’t get what they want, making life unstable for Jia Xiufang.

One is a senior judge, the other a judicial mental evaluation expert. They probably deal with situations like yesterday quite often. Qian doesn’t want her mom living such a life. There are good men out there—why seek out this troublesome one, especially one that brings along an officious stepbrother fond of quoting rhetoric...

Thinking of this, Qian decided she couldn’t stand idly by. Seeing Chen Zilong chatting away with Liao Fugui, she pushed open the window and shouted down.

”Da Long, come home!”

Chen Zilong was terrified of Qian. His back chilled when she called him. He looked up and saw his elder sister’s glasses glinting, recalling everything she whispered to him yesterday.

Oh no, I forgot my promise to my sister—not to get too close to Yun Chang!

”You and your sister really get along well.” Liao Fugui called up to Qian with a smile, but she quickly closed the window, not giving him a chance to greet her.

”Uh, it’s quite good...” So, sorry Yun Chang, she is my sister after all.

”Does your sister... have a boyfriend?” Liao Fugui asked.

”She doesn’t have a boyfriend.”

Liao Fugui felt a glimmer of hope, but Chen Zilong added.

”But she does have a fiancé.”

Liao Fugui felt like his heart shattered.

”Fugui, why are you asking that?”

”Nothing, just casually asking—what did you call me?!”

Liao Fugui’s innocent heart was just warming, only to be soaked in cold water, hearing an unexpected title mixed in?

”Fugui. Fugui, do you work? Fugui, does your office happen to be nearby? Fugui, why aren’t you eating at the cafeteria for lunch? Fugui, your hairstyle is so cool...”

With each sentence, Chen Zilong watched Liao Fugui’s face grow greener.

Da Long’s mind was equally distressed, not for making small talk, but because his sister had instructed him that if Yun Chang tried to approach him, he should call him Fugui five times in a row.

Poor Liao Fugui, still reeling from the blow of Jia Xiufang being taken, now spurred into immobility by the ”Fugui five kill streak” concocted by Qian and executed by Da Long.

Life, why is it so cruel!

Qian felt extremely satisfied after manipulating the ”Fugui five kill streak.”

Surely, that petty Liao Fugui would whisper complaints to his dad to avoid being called that big title daily, ideally prompting Mr. Liao to look for another lady instead.

Chen Zilong was escorted in by Jia Xiufang, and the topic between Jia Xiufang and Mr. Liao shifted from unruly children to authentic braised pork recipes, seemingly having much in common.

To discuss matters with her menopausal mom, Mr. Liao appeared to have decent personal qualities.

If he had a safer profession, Qian might support this sunset romance.

”Sis, why must I call Yun Chang that way? His smile seemed so forced.” Da Long protested as soon as he entered.

”You don’t understand, this is strategy!”

”Do you really think calling him that a few times would make him stop his father from associating with our mom?” Even Chen Zilong sensed something off with these two middle-aged people.

Mom usually chatted quite a bit, even with neighbors, but this time was different. Occasionally, Chen Zilong noticed his mom watching the news, just to have some current event chats with Mr. Liao.

What Chen Zilong didn’t know was Mr. Liao also bought a few cookbooks. All common ground like that comes from mutual interest and effort.

”His petty mind can’t stand this. You meet him and call him five times; if he dares to get angry and stops you, complain to our mom and say he bullied you, got it?”

”...Sis, I think you’re kind of childish.”

Qian knocked him on the head, ”I’m childish, huh? Why didn’t you see him bullying me?”

”He dares to bully you? I’ll fight him!” Chen Zilong rolled up his sleeves heading out before Qian pulled him back.

”Don’t cause a scene; I mean...it was in a dream!”

Qian admitted carrying grievances from a past life was immature. In this life, Liao Fugui hadn’t bothered her, but his dad had taken a liking to her mom. With Mr. Liao’s dangerous work nature, it was a concern.

Incidents where senior judges face malicious revenge aren’t common, but after yesterday Qian was unsettled, fearing her mom’s later life wouldn’t be peaceful.

”Taking dream matters to reality for revenge, how does your fiancé tolerate your temper?”

”You know nothing! How is it tolerance? He enjoys it! Now stop diverting and remember to call him Fugui, okay?”

”Okay, but if I shout it and he doesn’t care?”

”Heh...if his petty mind doesn’t care, then if mom really marries him, I have nothing more to say.”

Her impression of Liao Fugui stuck from the past life: him confronting her with accusations, the small-minded nature of the world’s stingiest man. Yet everything had changed; different starting points meant different outcomes.

Finally having chatted enough, Jia Xiufang came in. Qian and Chen Zilong exchanged looks and fell silent.

”You heartless rascal, I asked you to come with me, but you didn’t. Carrying things nearly killed me.” Jia Xiufang complained as she carried groceries to cook. Qian sneered, sneaking into Jia Xiufang’s bedroom to tuck a box under her pillow before going out to help prep vegetables.

After lunch, Jia Xiufang started napping—recently a new habit. As she lay down feeling something hard on her neck, she lifted the pillow and discovered a box. She opened it.

”Ah!!!”