Chapter 104

104 I was just playing around with the kids earlier......

Fang Qingyi's body tensed, and she didn't dare turn her head to look at Tushan Jiu.

She closed her eyes, her frail shoulders trembling, not knowing if it was from anger or something else.

The two Chai brothers in the living room all looked over in unison.

All I saw was Tushan Jiu with a lollipop in her mouth, arms crossed, leaning against the bedroom wall, watching them in the living room.

Chai Tao let out a "yo", his tone light and frivolous: "Qingyi, this is your friend, she's pretty good-looking; what's up— hearing this, the guy chasing after our Qingyi, is he your brother?"

"Well, that works out— as Qingyi's elders, we might end up being in-laws someday......"

Upon hearing that, Fang Qingyi felt as if she'd hit a limit; she stepped forward and shoved Chai Tao, then snatched the IOU from the coffee table and tore it up in a few motions, cutting off their shameless remarks: "Do you still think I'm a clueless kid? You've been with me this long— you should know I majored in law in college. I don't mind spending the time to have my advisor help me sue you!"

Chai Bo and Chai Tao didn't move; they were about to open their mouths to curse.

But at that moment a cold draft blew through the room.

Both of them shivered.

Tushan Jiu walked over leisurely, stood beside Fang Qingyi to keep her company, saying nothing more; she knew Fang Qingyi could handle it herself.

Seeing Tushan Jiu approach, the two exchanged glances, thinking that since they'd already met the parents, the engagement was practically a sure thing— and she was a rich second-gen; even a little bit leaked from her palm would be enough to sustain them for a lifetime!

Chai Bo put on a Sichuan opera face‑change on the spot: "Qingyi, hear you say that— just now your uncle was teasing you, just to see how your law studies are going; you can protect yourself like that, and your uncle is relieved. If you need money for your grandma's medical bills, just tell your uncle— he'll give it to you. We're family; I can't stand seeing a kid like you struggle like this."

Chai Tao smiled at Tushan Jiu: "Heh, future in‑laws— I was just messing around with the kids earlier......"

Tushan Jiu cut him off, not bothering to watch his act: "Huh, future in‑laws? You really like to pat yourself on the back, but— speaking of future in‑laws, there actually is one right here in this house."

Chai Bo and Chai Tao thought she was referring to Fang Qingyi's grandmother.

They'd long heard that the old lady had late‑stage stomach cancer and might not live two more years— possibly not even to see Fang Qingyi's wedding.

By then, when Fang Qingyi gets married, they, as her maternal elders, would definitely be able to get some sweet benefits from her.

At worst, we'll just set up another scheme then.

"Eh, the old lady's up in years and not in good health; if Qingyi really does get married, she won't be able to see her off— it'll have to be us uncles. Right, Qingyi?"

Chai Tao also nodded in agreement: "Exactly, half of Old Chai Family's blood runs in her veins— blood ties can't be severed."

Fang Qingyi wanted to step forward and argue, but Tushan Jiu held her back.

Tushan Jiu smirked: "Sure, her dad's right here with you— go ask him if he agrees."

She turned her gaze to Fang Yonghua beside her, tilted her head, and said, "You caused the trouble, you settle it yourself—let's check exactly how much money is written on that IOU."

After saying that, she produced a large piece of rhino‑horn incense, made hand seals and chanted, and the incense smoke ignited.

Besides that, she took out a nail clipper, threw it to Fang Yonghua, and said, "You have half an hour—settle scores and grudges as you wish."

Originally, only the four of them were in the living room.

As a result, after they smelled the strange fragrance, a figure gradually appeared before them.

After that figure gradually solidified, Chai Bo and Chai Tao were so frightened they plopped onto the ground, shouting, "Fang—Fang Yonghua? Is that you, Fang Yonghua?"

Fang Yonghua was also stunned for a moment, but quickly he recalled that just now his daughter seemed to have called the other party Miss Tushan.

He looked at Tushan Jiu, then glanced at the nail clipper he had caught in his arms.

The surname Tushan...

He steadied himself, gripped the nail clipper, rolled up his sleeves, flashed to the two of them, and punched each one, saying, "When did I ever borrow five hundred thousand from you? I was short on renovation funds and took only one hundred thousand from you, yet you altered the IOU!"

"Damn, I'll beat you to death—you dragged me to the casino, set me up, and took a cut of the profits!"

"You deserve to die! How dare you cheat my daughter—how can you even show your faces? How dare you!"

"Even as a ghost I won't let you go—I'll haunt you for life and curse the latter half of the Old Chai Family to live in poverty and misery!"

"Ahhhhh, I'll beat you to death!"

Fang Yonghua unleashed his fury, throwing punches as if to kill.

But he still had his sanity, knowing he couldn't bring trouble to his daughter.

He directed all his spectral power covertly, so there would be no visible injury, and now they would feel only ordinary pain.

Only after they returned home would that pain truly begin.

Because Fang Yonghua struck their souls.

Witnessing this, Fang Qingyi's eyes widened and her body stiffened, "Is… is that my dad?"

Tushan Jiu nodded, unwrapped another lollipop from her pocket, and handed it to Fang Qingyi, "Exactly, it's your dad, Fang Yonghua—here, have a candy; it'll cheer you up."

Fang Qingyi's brain was a bit overheated, and she took it blankly.

Tushan Jiu pulled her to a chair in the dining area, facing the living room where Fang Yonghua was beating those two scumbags, and she comforted Fang Qingyi, saying, "Such aggravating matters should be left to the adults to handle."

Fang Qingyi felt a little dazed, she turned her head to look at Tushan Jiu, whose beautiful fox‑like eyes held a hint of bewilderment.

Tushan Jiu smiled at her with a slight narrowing of her eyes.

Because her building is low‑rise and the units are close together, sunlight reaches the living room only around noon; otherwise it stays dim.

But coincidentally, after Tushan Jiu smiled at her, sunlight streamed through the living‑room window.

In the living room, Fang Yonghua's angry shouts and the two uncles' pleading apologies seemed to vanish in that instant.

Fang Qingyi lowered her gaze to the lollipop, then carefully placed it into her mouth.

The sunlight was warm, and the candy was sweet.