Mrs. Su shouted outside the door for almost a minute before the bedroom door slowly opened.
Su Jianteng casually wore a men’s robe, his hair slightly disheveled, sweat on his forehead not wiped off in time, making him appear rather untidy.
However, seeing the man in such a state only fueled the anger burning in Mrs. Su’s heart.
"What’s all the noise about!" Su Jianteng acted nonchalant, stepping out of the bedroom and casually closing the door behind him.
Mrs. Su looked at his protective demeanor, gritting her teeth, glaring at him.
"Let’s talk in the living room." Seeing Mrs. Su standing angrily at the door, Su Jianteng spoke in an extremely gentle tone.
Mrs. Su glanced at the tightly closed bedroom door, rolled her eyes, and then followed the man.
The housemaid clung cautiously to the wall, afraid she might faint from shock. She had anticipated this day, but after a long period of peace, she gradually forgot that Miss Yanyan’s status was not honorable.
Su Jianteng sat lazily in the middle of the sofa, looking like the head of the household.
Mrs. Su stood by the coffee table. As she lowered her eyes, she saw the fruits on the table, imagining another woman lying on the sofa enjoying herself, eating the luscious fruit with a satisfied expression.
Thinking about this, Mrs. Su’s expression gradually became sharp.
"Xu Hui, can’t you just turn a blind eye?" Su Jianteng called her by name, his words carrying a hint of reproach.
Surprised, Mrs. Su stared incredulously at the man before her, "Su Jianteng, are you even human?"
"You tolerated it before, why can’t you now?" Hearing the woman’s insults, Su Jianteng suppressed his inner anger, consoling her earnestly.
"In the past, you were just fooling around, but now? You’ve gone and caused a life," Mrs. Su blazed with anger, "Everything in the Su Family belongs to my two sons only. That bastard out there won’t get a single cent from me."
Seeing the woman’s resentment, Su Jianteng couldn’t be bothered to argue with her.
Mrs. Su watched him, seething with frustration, "Do you really intend to let that bastard be born?"
"Mind your language." Hearing her foul words, Su Jianteng’s tone was no longer as gentle as before.
After all, the woman was carrying his child. Calling the child a bastard was clearly an insult to him.
"Hmph, mind my language?" Mrs. Su snorted coldly, "If you hadn’t done such disgraceful things, would I be ?"
Su Jianteng, feeling stifled, took a moment before he muttered, "Shrew."
Mrs. Su glared at him, "In your eyes, is that little fox inside the room the only one who understands you?"
Hearing the sarcasm in her words, Su Jianteng was visibly angered, "Can’t you just talk properly?"
Sorrow welled up in Mrs. Su’s heart. Thinking this was the home of the vixen, she forced herself to remain composed, lifting her head, she asked word by word, "What do you plan to do with the child she’s carrying?"
From her posture, it was clear she demanded resolution today.
Su Jianteng lowered his head, troubled. Yanyan had been whispering sweetly by his side for some time, and he had gradually accepted the child she carried.
As friends nearby had said, this child was a symbol of his "old vitality." Men were often vain, and hearing these words from others, Su Jianteng naturally began to look forward to the baby’s arrival.
Mrs. Su watched him remain silent. Taking two steps forward, the sound of her heels striking the ground echoed in the quiet hall.
The next second, Mrs. Su suddenly shifted from her earlier fury, speaking calmly, "Sihan said that piece of land in ’Jianjia Alley’ needs someone to take over. I thought since our families are related, the benefits shouldn’t go to outsiders. I intended to help you mention it, but with you nowhere to be found all this time, I couldn’t decide on such a major matter."
Although lustful, upon hearing his wife mention "Jianjia Alley," Su Jianteng’s eyes, filled with lust, turned bright, staring directly at his wife, "Xiao Hui, for such a big matter, you should have told me directly. Even if you couldn’t find me, a phone call would have sufficed."
Su Jianteng almost bounced off the sofa, walking over to his wife’s side, even his tone became endearing.
He extended his hand, wrapping it around her waist, coaxing, "Standing for so long must be exhausting, sit for a while."
The stark difference in her husband’s attitude left Mrs. Su feeling cold-hearted.
It also validated an idea in her mind—that in Su Jianteng’s heart, she was merely a stepping stone.
If that was the case, she wouldn’t blame herself for being ruthless, a shadow of darkness flitted across Mrs. Su’s eyes.
"Do you want to take on this job?" Mrs. Su asked nonchalantly.
The next second, under the man’s support, she sat down beside the sofa.
"Of course." Su Jianteng blurted out.
During this time, various families had been vying secretly to acquire the land of "Jianjia Alley."
The Su Family, in terms of background, couldn’t compare to the Bo’s.
In terms of capability, they lacked sufficient funds.
Though his ambitions were grand, they were easily crushed by the reality of their weak strength.
But at this moment, when his wife told him that if he spoke up, there was a high chance of obtaining the "Jianjia Alley" project, he was filled with excitement.
"Su Jianteng, I’m putting it bluntly today. If you want to take over the plot of land in ’Jianjia Alley,’ then..." Mrs. Su cast a cold glance in the direction of the bedroom before continuing mercilessly, "the child must disappear from under my eyes."
Surprised, Su Jianteng was shaken, yet he didn’t reject her immediately.
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The man seemed to be weighing the pros and cons, his bright eyes trembling.
Each second of waiting brought Mrs. Su pain, the longer it took, the more it indicated he had feelings for the unborn child.
Mrs. Su stared at him unblinkingly, wanting to see how ruthless the man could be in front of her, whether he could forsake his own flesh and blood for money.
After a long silence, the man suddenly lifted his gaze, the cruelty in his eyes startling Mrs. Su. However, he only uttered one word before a sobbing voice sounded from behind them.
Yanyan, clad in a seductive short silk nightgown, her pale thighs exposed, moved with a mesmerizing allure.
Crying with a pear blossom’s fragility, she ran to Su Jianteng, her misty eyes captivating the man, appearing so pitifully charming.
Mrs. Su had earlier obtained some of her photos through her subordinates, so she knew what she looked like. Now, with the woman standing right in front of her, not only that, she brazenly dashed into her husband’s arms, acting intimately, completely disregarding her presence.
Mrs. Su narrowed her eyes, her face darkening.