Caught in a chaotic situation, she is doted on by six villainous sons.

Chapter 55 Whatever, admit it, you're just jealous of me.

Wei Xifeng's brow twitched, his eyes swirling with emotion as he pondered deeply. Could it be that Shang Tingyan was the person the teacher was looking for?

Wei Xifeng felt a strong sense of crisis welling up inside him, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was, since nothing had happened yet.

When Wei Xifeng arrived at the villa, Qiao Yiran blocked his way. Qiao Yiran was still wearing an apron, looking somewhat disheveled and confused, with a plate of food in her hand and a fried egg on it.

"Wei Xifeng, I've cooked some dishes, please try them." Qiao Yiran looked up expectantly and handed over the chopsticks.

Wei Xifeng showed no intention of taking it. He looked at the burnt fried eggs and the vegetables that were so overcooked that their original color was no longer discernible, and his brows furrowed.

Qiao Yiran's cooking skills are not very good. In the past three years, she has occasionally cooked for him, but her cooking skills have not made any substantial progress.

“We have a nanny at home, so you don’t need to do these things.”

Qiao Yiran gripped the plate tightly. "I know, but I want to do it. Try a bite and see how it goes, just one bite." Watching Wei Xifeng walk past her, Qiao Yiran jogged over and stopped him again, using her chopsticks to pick up the fried egg and pretending to feed it to Wei Xifeng.

She was determined to compete with Jiang Liwu. Jiang Liwu made fried rice with eggs, so she made fried eggs.

“I have no appetite,” Wei Xifeng coldly refused.

Qiao Yiran bit her lip, her eyes welling up with tears from the disapproval. "But didn't you used to want to eat my cooking?"

"In the past? Didn't you always think that I forced you to do it?" Wei Xifeng glanced at Qiao Yiran sideways.

Qiao Yiran hurriedly said, "I am doing this voluntarily now."

"No need." Wei Xifeng thought for a moment and then added, "Neither in the future."

Qiao Yiran panicked even more upon hearing this, as she clearly sensed that Wei Xifeng needed her less and less.

If things continue like this, will she still have any use for Wei Xifeng?

Even though Jiang Liwu had already left the manor villa, why was Wei Xifeng becoming increasingly indifferent to her?

"Wei Xifeng, I will return your money." In the end, their relationship was unequal from beginning to end, and Qiao Yiran always wanted to be on an equal footing with Wei Xifeng. That's why she resisted when Wei Xifeng forced her to do things she didn't want to do. But Wei Xifeng's buyout deal woke her up from her arrogance.

Pay it back? With what can she pay it back? With Qiao Yiran's current abilities, she couldn't earn that much money in ten lifetimes, let alone a lifetime.

Wei Xifeng didn't take it to heart, his voice remaining indifferent, "Whatever."

Qiao Yiran bit her lip and shouted defiantly at Wei Xifeng's retreating figure, "I will definitely pay you back."

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Fu family.

Song Jinwei was brought back again, and Fu Qinian was forced to kneel on the ground, looking extremely disheveled.

Fu Siyue stepped on Fu Qinian's leg. Fu Qinian's leg was naturally not well; he could only walk with difficulty. He had taken painkillers to get through the ordeal so that he could meet various big shots at the Shang family's birthday banquet.

Now that the painkiller had worn off, Fu Siyue's kick immediately turned his face pale, and he cried out in pain, his face contorted in sweat and his eyes bloodshot.

"I told you not to touch people you shouldn't. This time, I'm not only going to break your legs, but also cripple your hands." Fu Siyue's eyes were gloomy and cold, as if he were looking at a dead object, ruthless and bloodthirsty.

Song Jinwei broke down, crying and shouting that her hatred for Fu Siyue had reached its peak. "Fu Siyue, let go of Fu Qinian! I won't allow you to hurt Fu Qinian anymore! You're a madman, a heartless, cold-blooded animal! No matter what, Fu Qinian is still your blood brother! Do you have to be so ruthless?!"

“Then come at me. Cripple my hand, break my leg.”

"Let me tell you, I like Fu Qinian, I love Fu Qinian, I will love Fu Qinian for the rest of my life. No matter how much you threaten me to stop me from saying that I love Fu Qinian, I will never like you, I will never like you for the rest of my life!"

Song Jinwei's hoarse roar pierced people's eardrums. Fu Siyue's body stiffened and his face turned pale. He took the cigar cutter from Lin Feng's hand and showed no intention of stopping.

Lin Feng and his subordinates forced Fu Qinian, who was kneeling, to the ground, and then held his hands down tightly.

The hole in the cigar cutter pierced Fu Qinian's index finger. Fu Qinian's eyes were filled with resentment and malice, as well as fear. He trembled uncontrollably all over.

"Do not……"

Because he knew perfectly well that people with physical disabilities could never dream of becoming the head of the Fu family, and that no matter how competitive he was, it would be of no use.

Fu Qinian struggled desperately and roared, but how could he possibly resist on his own?

He was like a fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others.

Without the slightest hesitation, Fu Siyue pressed down on the cigar cutter. The sharp blade pierced into the flesh, instantly drawing blood from Fu Qinian. Fu Qinian stared wide-eyed at his hand, while Song Jin let out a heart-wrenching scream.

Just as the blade touched the finger bone and Fu Siyue was about to sever Fu Qinian's finger, Jiang Liwu squatted down and stopped Fu Siyue's movement.

The warmth of the cigar cutter on the back of Fu Siyue's hand made him tremble slightly. He met Jiang Liwu's eyes, and Jiang Liwu shook her head at him.

Fu Siyue's deep eyes darkened. Noticing his hesitation, Fu Qinian looked at Jiang Liwu like a rat lurking in a gutter.

The next second he felt the cigar cutter on his fingers loosen.

They really just let him go like that?

Fu Qinian was extremely surprised. The Fu Siyue he knew was ruthless, decisive, and a man of his word. No one could possibly change his decisions.

Even Song Jinwei couldn't change Fu Siyue, but Jiang Liwu has now succeeded.

Seeing that he was truly alright and had saved his finger, Fu Qinian breathed a huge sigh of relief, feeling like he had escaped a disaster.

At this moment, he had an inexplicable certainty that with Jiang Liwu around, Fu Siyue would not touch him again.

Thinking of this, Fu Qinian once again found the courage to provoke Fu Siyue. He laughed maniacally, his eyes bloodshot. "Fu Siyue, admit it, you're just jealous of me. You're jealous that I've been the one your father has been with since you were little, you're jealous that I have a mother's doting love, you're jealous that the person you like loves me. You know you can't keep anything, you're jealous of everything I have, you're jealous of my happy life while you're like a pathetic worm wagging your tail and begging for someone to like you." As he spoke, Fu Qinian laughed wildly, his laughter unpleasant and grating.

Fu Siyue's face was as cold as ice and as dark as ink.

Although Fu Qinian's finger wasn't broken, it was bleeding profusely, a shocking sight. Song Jinwei felt her heart breaking and her hatred for Fu Siyue intensified. "Fu Siyue, do you know why nobody likes you?!"

"Because you don't deserve it, because you killed your mother the moment you were born."