Chapter 25: My Husband is Impressive

At that moment, Liu Shi emerged from the kitchen carrying a plate of food. Hearing Du Wanchun’s words, she immediately became enraged. “So, this is why you came back today—to take things? Let me tell you, Du Wanchun, all of your mother’s belongings went with her into the grave. If you want them, go dig them up yourself!”

As she spoke, the red hairpin on her head swayed.

The movement caught Du Wanchun’s eye. Upon closer inspection, she realized—it was her mother’s hairpin!

Without hesitation, she strode forward, grabbed the hairpin directly from Liu Shi’s head, and turned to Du Dajiang. “Father, take a good look—what is this?!”

Du Dajiang looked guilty as he averted his eyes. “Wanchun, that… that was something I bought for your stepmother, not your mother’s.”

Du Wanchun held up the hairpin and shook it in front of him. “This is my mother’s! Look closely, Father! There’s a missing bead on it—that’s because I accidentally bit it off!”

Du Dajiang examined it carefully, and sure enough, there was a missing bead. For a moment, he hesitated, unsure of what to say.

“You wretched girl, you’re getting bolder by the day!” Liu Shi, having completely lost face, threw down the bowl in her hands and lunged at Du Wanchun, trying to snatch the hairpin back.

But before she could reach her, Zhou Ruiyuan suddenly stood up and blocked Liu Shi’s path. His deep voice rang out coldly, “Stop.”

He was tall and imposing, standing like a solid wall between Liu Shi and Du Wanchun.

Liu Shi looked up at him, suddenly intimidated by his presence. For a moment, she didn’t dare make a move against him.

Du Wanchun, still holding the hairpin, turned back to Du Dajiang. “Father, aside from this, there were also silver earrings! Where are they?!”

“I… I don’t have them!” Du Dajiang stammered, his expression uneasy.

Young Master Li, who had been watching from the side, now walked over, feigning righteousness. “Father-in-law, Mother-in-law, how could you take someone else’s possessions? If they belong to her, you should return them.”

Du Dajiang quickly shook his head. “The silver earrings aren’t with me.”

Just then, Liu Lanzhi stepped out of the kitchen. “Husband, the food is ready.”

As she spoke, the silver earrings dangling from her ears shimmered under the light.

Du Wanchun stepped forward for a closer look. Were those not her mother’s earrings?

Pointing directly at Liu Lanzhi, she turned to Du Dajiang. “Father, tell me—aren’t those earrings on Liu Lanzhi’s ears my mother’s?!”

Du Dajiang shook his head frantically. “No, they’re not.”

But Liu Lanzhi, instead of denying it, raised her chin arrogantly. “So what if they were your mother’s? They’re mine now.”

Hearing this, Du Wanchun moved forward to take them back.

But just as she reached out, Young Master Li suddenly stepped in.

With a loud smack, he delivered a heavy slap across Liu Lanzhi’s face.

“You little wench! Have I ever deprived you of food or clothing? Does the Li family really need you to steal another woman’s jewelry to wear?!”

The slap was so loud that everyone was left in shock.

“Lanzhi!” Liu Shi cried out in distress, rushing toward her daughter.

But before she could reach her, Young Master Li turned and roared, “Stay where you are! Stay out of my family’s business!”

Hearing this, Liu Shi immediately stopped in her tracks, not daring to move any closer.

Liu Lanzhi, however, did not resist. With her head lowered, she muttered weakly, “Husband, my mother gave them to me… I didn’t steal them.”

Young Master Li forcefully smacked the back of Liu Lanzhi’s head and scolded her sternly, “That’s still not acceptable.”

Then, without hesitation, he reached out and yanked the silver earrings off her ears, one by one. “Even if your mother gave them to you, she stole them in the first place.”

After that, he handed the earrings directly to Du Wanchun. “Sister-in-law, these belong to you. Take them.”

Du Wanchun took the earrings and, with a look of disgust, wiped away the traces of blood before carefully tucking them into her chest.

Now that she had retrieved what was rightfully hers, she had no intention of staying any longer. Linking arms with Zhou Ruiyuan, she turned to leave.

Young Master Li quickly ran after them. “Sister-in-law, don’t leave! You haven’t even eaten yet!”

Du Wanchun replied coldly, “I’m not eating.”

Still unwilling to give up, Young Master Li continued to follow them. “You rarely come back home. How can you not stay for a meal? At least eat a little!”

Du Wanchun ignored him completely, holding onto Zhou Ruiyuan’s arm as they continued walking forward.

Young Master Li kept shouting behind them, “Sister-in-law!”

At that moment, Zhou Ruiyuan suddenly stopped in his tracks and turned around to look at him.

Standing next to Zhou Ruiyuan, Young Master Li—who was already short—had to tilt his head up just to meet his gaze. “Move aside, kid.”

Zhou Ruiyuan looked down at him, his voice icy and imposing as he spoke slowly, “Young Master Li, you can keep the food for yourself.”

With that, he turned back, wrapped his arm around Du Wanchun’s waist, and, under the watchful eyes of everyone present, lifted her effortlessly into his arms. Then, with steady strides, he carried her toward the carriage.

Du Wanchun was stunned. She had never expected her husband to be able to lift her so easily while standing.

Nestled in his strong embrace, she didn’t dare move. She caught the faint, refreshing scent on his body, and for the first time, she felt a sense of peace and security.

Zhou Ruiyuan’s legs had only just recovered, and even walking was a struggle. Carrying Du Wanchun was nothing short of torture.

With every step he took, sharp pain shot through his knees.

But he forced himself to remain composed, maintaining a calm and steady expression as if carrying her was effortless—just like any ordinary man carrying his wife. Slowly, he stepped onto the carriage.

Behind him, Young Master Li stood in complete shock, his jaw practically hitting the floor.

That arm strength, that core strength, and those steady steps—he looked nothing like a cripple.

Forget doing it once in a night, Young Master Li was convinced he could do it three times without breaking a sweat.

Now, it seemed that the real cripple here was none other than him—the ugly, fat, and short one.