"Yes, things won’t always stay the sa, but you don’t have to rely on Huo Qingze to get by. Without him, do you have no other life?" Xu Mumu said helplessly.
"Your future life doesn’t have to revolve solely around Huo Qingze." Xu Mumu continued.
On the side, Yu Xinyao seed lost in thought. Yes, Huo Qingze was not the entirety of her life, and even if he changed for the worse, she wouldn’t be unable to go on.
After being enlightened by Xu Mumu, Yu Xinyao felt as if a burden had been lifted.
"When are you getting married?" Xu Mumu asked curiously.
"The date is set for the end of the year, during the winter month. It’s still early, so I have more ti to prepare. Once the date is finalized, I’ll let you know," Yu Xinyao said, blushing.
"Great, if I weren’t already married, I’d want to be your bridesmaid," Xu Mumu said with a cheerful smile.
"I’ll definitely invite you first," Yu Xinyao nodded seriously.
"Sure, I’ll definitely be the first to attend," Xu Mumu said with a smile.
After spending the afternoon at Xu Mumu’s, Yu Xinyao’s mood improved significantly, and the gloom from before was gone.
In the evening, while on the phone with Yin Yang, Xu Mumu ntioned the incident.
Yin Yang listened quietly on the other end, as his little wife loved to talk about happenings at ho.
They chatted for over an hour before reluctantly ending the call.
After staying ho for a few days, Xu Mumu found it hard to remain idle, so she took Doudou and went to the village. There was unfinished blueprints in the lab she wanted to complete.
Xu Mumu headed to the village with her son and didn’t alert anyone upon her return.
When arriving at the lab, soone suddenly lunged at her. If Xu Mumu hadn’t reacted quickly, shifting with her son in her arms, she would have been caught.
Only then did Xu Mumu realize who it was. Song Jiayan, lying on the ground, hadn’t expected Xu Mumu to move so fast, ending up sprawled on the ground. Fortunately, the area was tidy, and often cleaned, leaving the cent ground spotless.
Nonetheless, falling directly on the ground had left Song Jiayan with scraped palms.
"Song Jiayan? What are you doing here?" Xu Mumu frowned, noting Song Jiayan’s less glamorous clothing and weight loss, as well as a swollen bruise—not from the fall, but an old wound.
"Why is it you? Where’s Yin Yang?" Tears welled up in Song Jiayan’s eyes, looking at Xu Mumu with discontent, and pain.
"Ha, you must be out of your mind. Yin Yang is my man, asking about my man in front of , really thick-skinned." Xu Mumu laughed, finding the blatant approach ridiculous.
She gave Song Jiayan a brief glance before holding her child and opening the door to enter.
"Don’t leave, you haven’t told where Yin Yang is." Seeing Xu Mumu ready to shut the door, Song Jiayan ignored the pain and blocked the door, preventing it from closing.
"If you’ve lost your mind, go take dication, move." Xu Mumu said calmly.
"Tell where Yin Yang is?" Song Jiayan reached out, trying to grab Xu Mumu.
Seeing Xu Mumu’s beautiful face, jealousy surged in Song Jiayan, thinking only of ruining her. Her long nails reached toward Xu Mumu’s face.
Yet, before her hand could reach, Xu Mumu caught it.
Xu Mumu looked at Song Jiayan with disdain, her malice almost palpable.
"Let go of , it hurts, murder, help." With Xu Mumu’s considerable strength, increased by her superpowers over the years, gripping Song Jiayan’s hand left her wailing in pain.
"I thought Yin Yang warned you off. He doesn’t like you, yet you still think about him." Xu Mumu held her son, the little guy curious, while Xu Mumu coldly eyed Song Jiayan.
With a push, Song Jiayan stumbled outside.
The lab was situated in the largest piece of wasteland in the village, often bustling with workers and visitors, with a resting area built by Yin Yang that attracted many village won.
Song Jiayan’s loud, piercing voice drew these won over.
They arrived just in ti to witness Song Jiayan being pushed down and were startled.
"Mumu, what happened here?" Liu Cuixia, among them, promptly asked, "Did Song Jiayan bother you?"
Xu Mumu had helped Tiedan quite a bit, so Liu Cuixia was firmly on her side without hesitation.
"Spit, it’s Xu Mumu who hit , look at my bruised wrist." Song Jiayan imdiately showed her wrist to those assembled, annoyed with how Xu Family and Yin Yang had won them over with favors.
Xu Mumu’s strength was substantial, while Song Jiayan, who pampered herself, had softer skin than the village won.
So with Xu Mumu exerting a little force, Song Jiayan’s wrist was already bruised.
"Wow, it’s swollen a lot, looks painful."
"Must be sothing Song Jiayan did again."
"Still can’t just hit people." These were those not on good terms with Xu Family, resenting Li Caixia’s sharp tongue.
"Mumu, don’t listen to their nonsense, what really happened?" Liu Cuixia, more concerned about Xu Mumu, asked.
"It’s nothing, just Song Jiayan still thinking about Yin Yang, asked for him right away, then resorted to tricks when I refused," Xu Mumu calmly explained.
"Knew it, Song Jiayan’s no good," Liu Cuixia sneered and cursed, recalling how Song Jiayan used to pester Yin Yang before the educated youths returned to the city, known by the entire brigade. Still thinking about Yin Yang after all these years of marriage.
Others ready to speak for Song Jiayan fell silent. Recently, Song Jiayan was notably indulgent, targeting n from well-off families for favors.
Of course, not every ti succeeded—not everyone viewed Song Jiayan favorably.
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