And Yan Yuexian, completely oblivious to how her words had offended two people, suddenly jumped out and pointed at Xia Weibao’s nose, screaming.
"You little thief, how shameless to even make off with a lunch box!"
"Yan Yuexian, you really should raise more pigs—after slaughtering them, you can eat their brains to benefit your own."
Does this person have a problem with their thought process?
Damn, is your lunch box inlaid with gold or plated with silver? I’d have to be sick to steal a lunch box in broad daylight!
"What do you mean by that, huh, Xia Weibao, saying you didn’t come to steal my pigs. They’re still so little, and you already want to slaughter them? How can there be someone as cruel as you in this world!"
Xia Weibao stood there, dumbfounded—the IQ level here is truly touching.
Can’t she tell I’m calling her brainless?
"You don’t have much of a chest either."
Xia Weibao suddenly uttered the sentence faintly, leaving Yan Yuexian perplexed.
She looked down at herself and then flew into a rage, "Are you insulting my figure?"
Such a touching IQ indeed.
Yan Fei could barely contain his smirk. Should he tell his sister that Xia Weibao was suggesting ’busty but brainless,’ and yet here she is, neither busty nor brainy?
Yan Lingyi also found the situation somewhat amusing.
He couldn’t help but take another look at Xia Weibao; this girl was quite interesting.
Not knowing how to smooth things over, Xia Weibao simply started bickering with Yan Yuexian, delaying with back and forth banter, then shifting the topic.
As the two argued fiercely, Lu Hualiang arrived at the Presidential Mansion, guided by the butler.
Xia Weibao’s eyes brightened, and she dashed over, flinging herself into her husband’s arms.
Hanging on his arm like a faithful dog, she smiled ingratiatingly, urging her husband to help her out, quickly quickly quickly.
Lu Hualiang frowned, not understanding what she was up to.
After making dinner, she had disappeared, and he had to come fetch her after finding out from the surveillance that she had climbed over the wall.
With so many people around, Lu Hualiang walked up to Yan Lingyi, his expression calm, "Lady Lingyi."
Yan Lingyi gave him a graceful smile, "Oh, Hualiang, what brings you here?"
"Looking for my wife."
Saying this, he glanced down at the docile Xia Weibao.
So well-behaved, she surely must have caused some trouble.
Yan Lingyi glanced at their interlocked hands, feeling a twinge of emotion.
The excellent man before her should have been her son-in-law.
After exchanging a few pleasantries with Lu Hualiang, Yan Lingyi was concerned about her daughter. Turning her head, she saw that Yan Weiyang had turned pale, her eyes misted with a layer of water.
Yan Lingyi patted the back of her hand, offering silent comfort.
Yan Fei still had a tense expression from his earlier confrontation with Lu Hualiang, and it did not improve upon seeing him now.
For a moment, the atmosphere was somewhat awkward.
Yan Yuexian’s eyes whirled, and she jumped out.
Looking thoroughly indignant, she said, "Director Lu, take a good look at the kind of girlfriend you’ve got. She not only stole my lunch box but also tried to poison my pigs."
Xia Weibao, "... Did your pigs die?"
Yan Yuexian, "Not yet, but they definitely will, you’ve poisoned them."
Behind every lol, a ten-thousand-strong army of grass mud horses thunders by.
Suddenly realizing that speaking with Yan Yuexian was a serious insult to her intelligence, she shut her mouth.
Seeing that even Lu Hualiang had arrived, Yan Weiyang felt somewhat guilty.
Her eyes darted around, her hands and feet even starting to feel cold.
Lu Hualiang glanced at the lunch box next to him, then at Xia Weibao’s guilty face, and more or less understood what was going on.