The Old Zhou family had a sleepless night, while Wufu, who had turned their world upside down, had a good night’s sleep. The next day, she heard all about the Old Zhou family’s decision-making and the entire drama.
It couldn’t be helped, some people liked to eavesdrop on the excitement and couldn’t wait to relay everything they saw and heard to their master, and didn’t forget to cast a sympathetic glance at themselves.
"That look in your eyes is enough," Wufu swallowed her steamed bun, huffing as she looked at Hoo Die, and said, "I have nothing to do with that family. Don’t look at me with those pitiful eyes, as if I’m unloved by father or mother, wishing they could tear me to shreds like a poor little flower."
Hoo Die was embarrassed and retorted, "Who’s sympathizing with you? With your methods, who would dare to sympathize with you?"
After what happened last night, the term poor wretch was not applicable to her.
But those people from that family were really too malicious to be pitied, especially that Madam Lu, who said she would find a thousand people to press down on Wufu. Tsk tsk, indeed the heart of a woman can be the most venomous.
Hoo Die, who had listened by the wall all night, had long sided with Wufu. Not to mention their acquaintance, after hearing those malicious curses, he felt his ears were being polluted. The Zhou family was not worthy of sympathy.
Wufu smiled slyly, "So, you see, you better not offend me, or else... hehe."
Hoo Die, seeing her wicked smile, suddenly felt a tightness below. He hadn’t missed the tragic sight of Zhou Dajun’s progeny roots. Just to think about it was terrifying.
The most excruciating pain, only a man knows.
"Can’t I avoid trouble if I can’t afford it?" Hoo Die muttered to himself, carried a plate of steamed buns to the side to eat, eliciting laughter from Su Luo and the others.
Ah Jiu glanced at Hoo Die indifferently and said to Wufu, "It’s quite unexpected, you... that Old Madam Zhou, coming up with such a method to handle things." He tactfully changed his wording. After this incident, she probably wouldn’t see those people as relatives anymore.
Even though it was some sort of hocus pocus, to tell the truth, there wasn’t a more perfect explanation than this, and it was quite persuasive.
Wufu said mockingly, "Don’t underestimate anyone. Common people also have their cunning strategies and capabilities. Even a small nail can play a big role, stabilizing an entire ship."
Ah Jiu’s heart chilled, and he bowed, "I have learned something."
Wufu gave a faint smile.
"So, this is the end of it? With the Zhou family responding ..." She couldn’t be resentful, could she?
Wufu said, "As long as they don’t come to provoke me again, this matter can be considered over. Don’t think their response makes it seem like they’ve escaped disaster, whether Zhou Dajun, that villain, can get over it in his heart, remains to be seen. The good show is yet to come."
"What do you mean?" Ah Jiu asked, showing a willingness to learn.
Wufu smiled chillingly, lifting her eyebrows and said, "That kind of image, any person would remember for a lifetime, let alone the person involved? Tell me, when Zhou Dajun goes to fulfill his marital duties in the future, will his mind automatically play that nightmare? With that, can he even perform?"
Her voice was not loud, but everyone present was trained in martial arts, who couldn’t hear?
And they were all men. Whether experienced or not, just by putting themselves in the situation, imagining if it were themselves, then...
Fearful that part would never rise again!
Thinking of this, looking at Wufu again, they felt she was not someone to provoke, better to stay on good terms.
"Psychological trauma is the real key. With someone like Zhou Dajun’s psyche, humiliated, he wouldn’t dare to seek revenge on me. How strong can his mentality be? Wait until later, he will realize what he did wrong and what kind of price he paid for it," Wufu said nonchalantly.
He will understand what kind of people to provoke and who not to provoke.