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As soon as Pei Qingyuan got home, he went straight into his room and threw all of Zhao Jiancheng’s belongings into the living room.
Back when Zhao Guihua brought him and his sister into the Pei family, there had been an extra room available, but she insisted on making them share one.
According to her, it was to foster their brotherly bond.
From the very beginning, Pei Qingyuan knew she just wanted him to keep an eye on him.
But when Zhao Jiancheng dared to steal his money, he had to beat him up.
Since then, whenever he was in a bad mood, he would hit him. Even when he was in a good mood, he still hit him. He had lost count of how many times he had done it, until Zhao Jiancheng finally stopped daring to steal from him.
Over the past ten-plus years, no matter what schemes Zhao Jiancheng tried, Pei Qingyuan had never lost. But every time he pulled something, Pei Qingyuan would beat him up multiple times.
Zhao Jiancheng had cried and begged to move out of the room, but Pei Qingyuan refused.
Come and go as he pleased? No way!
That wasn’t how Pei Qingyuan’s rules worked!
“Ten years, Zhao Jiancheng. You’re free now.” Pei Qingyuan threw out the makeshift wooden bed.
Just as he was finishing up, Zhao Jiancheng and Zhao Qingya returned.
“Pei Qingyuan! Are you crazy?! Why are you touching my stuff?!” Zhao Jiancheng yelled first.
He had spent the past few days going to the countryside for matchmaking, but every time, the girls found out he had a younger brother named Pei Qingyuan and ran off.
This had already happened eight times this month!
No job, no marriage—if this continued, he’d have no choice but to be sent to the countryside!
He was already fuming, and now, seeing Pei Qingyuan throwing his stuff out, he was absolutely livid.
Pei Qingyuan put one hand on his hip and wiped his sweat. “Zhao Jiancheng, your brain isn’t even working, and you still want to find a wife? Keep dreaming.”
“Tell me, which one of these things did you buy? All of this came from Old Pei’s money.”
“And Old Pei’s money is my money! How many times do I have to say it? For years, I was the one who fed you, clothed you, and even paid for your matchmaking.”
“You’re an ungrateful bastard, nothing more than a white-eyed wolf.”
Zhao Jiancheng hated hearing that. “Pei Qingyuan! What did you say?!”
Pei Qingyuan waved him off impatiently. “Alright, enough yapping. Your dear benefactor—me—got married today.”
“From now on, I don’t care if you end up living under a bridge. But you’re definitely not staying here anymore. I need the room for my wife and me.”
What?!
Zhao Qingya quickly asked, “You got married? Did Dad and Mom agree? Who did you marry?”
Pei Qingyuan glanced at her. “Since when do I need your mom’s approval to get married?”
“Need I remind you that your mom almost sold me off?”
Zhao Qingya shrank back—she was afraid of Pei Qingyuan. Whenever he lost his temper, she was bound to get hit too.
At that moment, Pei Guokang and Zhao Guihua walked in. Seeing the mess on the floor, their hearts pounded with unease.
Zhao Guihua didn’t say anything. She just looked at Pei Guokang, her eyes full of panic.
“Pei Qingyuan! You unfilial son! Do you think my words mean nothing?!” Pei Guokang roared furiously.
Pei Qingyuan picked at his ear. “Old Pei, I swear, I didn’t.”
Pei Guokang: “Then what do you call this?! I told you, our family will never acknowledge Sheng Chunxiang! She will never set foot in this house!”
Pei Qingyuan: “Oh, you misunderstood. What I meant was—I treat your words like a fart in the wind.”
“I don’t need your permission to marry my wife.”
Zhao Qingya’s eyes widened. “Sheng Chunxiang?! You married Sheng Chunxiang?! She beat up Mom and me, and you still married her?!”
Pei Qingyuan grinned, a smug and unapologetic smirk. “She hit you two, not me.”
“I’ve already got the marriage certificate, handed out wedding candies, and collected the betrothal gifts—five hundred bucks, plus a hundred for each family member as a meeting gift.”
“Tonight, my wife and I are sleeping together, and I still have a lot to do.”
“Oh, and besides the money, we need to buy some wedding essentials. The ‘Three Turns and One Sound’ are a must… That’s about it for now. As for the room arrangements, you all can figure it out yourselves.”
Ignoring their reactions, Pei Qingyuan grabbed a broom and mop, sweeping the dust, cleaning the floors, and wiping the windows. He replaced the bedding, making everything fresh and neat.
He had a double bed, an iron-framed one, bought by his grandma and aunt.
He never thought it would come in handy like this.
Zhao Guihua was completely stunned. She sat on the couch, covered her face, and started sobbing.
What a disaster.
Life was unbearable now.
She hadn’t even had the chance to deal with that wretched girl Sheng Chunxiang, yet her own stepson had already brought her into the family.
Did she have no shame left?!
Zhao Qingya also burst into tears, feeling both aggrieved and terrified.
Sheng Chunxiang fought viciously—what if she ended up getting beaten again?
Pei Guokang was so furious he almost spat blood. He jabbed a finger at Pei Qingyuan. “Fine, fine, fine! You unfilial brat! Do you really think I can’t control you anymore?!”
“I’m not dead yet! This household isn’t yours to rule!”
With that, he stormed out, heading straight for the Sheng household across the street.
Zhao Guihua saw him leave and quickly looked at Zhao Jiancheng. “Jiancheng, follow him and see what happens.”
She and Zhao Qingya had just been beaten up by that wretched girl. They didn’t dare go themselves.
Zhao Jiancheng had no idea what Sheng Chunxiang was capable of. Oblivious to the impending disaster, he hurriedly followed.
Pei Qingyuan didn’t even spare them a glance.
His strong wife’s combat skills were beyond doubt!
The entire Sheng family was gathered for dinner.
Pei Guokang stormed in, not even bothering to knock.
“Sheng Chunxiang!”
“Let me make this clear—you and Pei Qingyuan only got a marriage certificate. That’s not an irreversible mistake yet. Our Pei family will never acknowledge you as a daughter-in-law.”
“Tomorrow morning, you two will go and get a divorce certificate!”
The workshop director put on an imposing air. If it were an ordinary young girl, she would have been scared stiff by now.
But he had lost his temper, forgetting that Sheng Chunxiang was no ordinary young girl.
“Old fart, say that again if you dare?”
Sheng Chunxiang put down her chopsticks and stood up.
Pei Guokang choked. Old fart?
Why did that title sound so familiar?
Who had called him that before?
Zhao Jiancheng panicked. “Sheng Chunxiang! No matter what, my dad is an elder to you! How can you talk to him like that?”
“Where’s Li Jianguo? Let him come out! I need to ask him how he raised you!”
He still didn’t know that Sheng Chunxiang had already kicked Li Jianguo and his family out. Seeing unfamiliar faces in the room, he assumed they were Li Jianguo’s relatives.
Sheng Chunxiang found it amusing. “So, you’re that bastard son brought in by my husband’s vicious stepmother, huh?”
“Reincarnation takes skill, and clearly, you don’t have it.”
“You don’t have the rank to yap in front of me. Get lost.”
She had no intention of dealing with Zhao Jiancheng. She had heard everything earlier—Pei Guokang was scolding Pei Qingyuan, and she needed to stand up for her man.
But Zhao Jiancheng was looking for trouble himself.
“Sheng Chunxiang! Did you take the wrong medicine? You were Li Jianguo’s lapdog, and now that he doesn’t care about you anymore, you ran off to seduce Pei Qingyuan!”
“I never thought a country bumpkin like you would know how to play hard to get. Let me guess—within three days, you’ll be on your knees begging Li Jianguo again, and you—”
Before he could finish his sentence, Sheng Chunxiang slapped him so hard he went flying.
She turned to Pei Guokang. “Got anything else to say?”
Pei Guokang was dumbfounded. “Sheng Chunxiang, I… I…”
Sheng Chunxiang flexed her wrists. “Pei Gonggong, don’t tell me you think I won’t hit old men?”
With one swift kick, Pei Guokang flew out of the Sheng family’s door like an old, tattered rag.
And she wasn’t done yet. She took a few strides forward and pummeled the father and son.
“A pair of ill-mannered scumbags! You think you’re some feudal landlords barging in here and bossing me around?”
“You looking down on me is one thing—I’m young, after all.”
“But you even look down on the whole compound? That won’t do!”
“Especially you, Pei Gonggong! Just because you’re the towel factory director, you call the compound steward a watchdog? You say everyone here is just a bunch of beggars and lackeys, living off you?”
“I’ve never seen such a sanctimonious old bastard! Pretending to be noble and righteous while secretly looking down on everyone!”
“You think you’re an emperor, playing feudal lord?”
“I’m beating you up on behalf of the entire compound! I don’t even need them to thank me!”
“But from what I’ve heard, old farts like you should be paraded through the streets!”
The onlookers, who had been enjoying the drama, suddenly realized they were part of it too.
