Chapter 7: Treating Su Weiwei’s House as Their Own

Su Weiwei said easily, “What could possibly be wrong with me? I’ll send you the address. Come over and we’ll talk then.”

She was doing great!

Not only had she bought a luxury mansion, she’d also bought lottery tickets—and soon, ten billion would be coming her way!

Of course, this was something she couldn’t tell Su Xiaolai.

In her previous life, Su Xiaolai was just a bottom-tier actress, hustling around different crews, chasing her dream of one day becoming a film queen.

Even until the day she died, she had still been smiling at her, saying she would pursue her dream in another world.

Su Weiwei’s nose stung. In this life, all Su Xiaolai needed to do was live well, without worries. She would help her reach the pinnacle of the film world!

After their father’s company went bankrupt, both parents passed away, leaving only her, her nineteen-year-old sister Su Xiaolai, and her seventeen-year-old brother Su Yangfan.

As the eldest, Su Weiwei naturally had to shoulder the family’s survival.

She had fallen for Lu Yushi at first sight. When he proposed a marriage contract promising her one billion after three years, she had immediately agreed…

Thinking of these things, Su Weiwei had already bought groceries.

Su Yangfan’s college entrance exams were in just over ten days. Su Weiwei planned to wait until he was done to bring him over.

Humming a tune, Su Weiwei walked toward her new home.

What she didn’t know was that her brand-new house had already been broken into…

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At Yujing Garden, inside Su Weiwei’s home.

A middle-aged woman in a cleaning uniform stood with a young man, both of them looking around with amazement.

They were none other than Lin Feng and his mother, Liu Caihua!

“Look at this! Isn’t it gorgeous?” Liu Caihua’s eyes sparkled as she looked at Su Weiwei’s house. “Two hundred and sixty square meters! And she lives here all by herself!”

Lin Feng frowned. “Mom, how do you even have her house key? Aren’t you afraid she’ll come back and catch us?”

Liu Caihua plopped herself down on the sofa, even taking off her shoes.

Her cheap socks were faded, damp with sweat, reeking of sour stench.

She just propped her feet up on the sofa as if this were her own home!

“Don’t worry! Didn’t we just see her leave? Women shop for ages, she won’t be back soon.”

Maybe she’d even gone to serve some man and wouldn’t come home all night.

As for the key…

Liu Caihua’s eyes flickered. She didn’t tell Lin Feng where it came from, hiding certain details…

She picked up the glass Su Weiwei had left on the table and drank straight from it.

Then she grabbed the remote to turn on the TV, stuffed a handful of candies into her pocket, and unwrapped one into her mouth.

“Tsk tsk, this woman really knows how to enjoy herself. These candies are delicious!”

Lin Feng also sat on the sofa, looking around, his eyes filled with admiration and satisfaction.

What a house. If only it were his!

Liu Caihua’s eyes shifted slyly. She said to Lin Feng, “Son, that Su Weiwei has a Hang City household registration, right? Haven’t you always wanted one? You should win her over!”

Lin Feng hesitated. “Mom, is that really okay?”

Liu Caihua leaned back with her feet on the sofa, speaking as if it were only natural. “Why not? That woman once hid in our village to escape debt, and now suddenly she can buy such a big mansion? Clearly, she’s some sugar daddy’s mistress! Women like that are the lowest, taking money from their benefactor while chasing other men.”

“My son, with your thick brows, big eyes, tall and handsome figure—how hard could it be to make her fall for you? Just crook your finger and she’ll be all over you.”

Once Lin Feng got her, tricked her into secretly registering the marriage, then this house would become her dowry…

And then this house would belong to her and her son!

Lin Feng thought about it and said disdainfully, “But Mom, she’s a mistress!”

A woman who had served old men—filthy.

Meanwhile, he was the only college graduate in the village, with a steady public job in Hang City. The number of girls who secretly liked him was endless!

Liu Caihua sighed. “I know it’s beneath you! But once you get your household registration through her, just kick her aside. By then this mansion will be marital property, and she’ll have to split half with you!!”

Liu Caihua’s education level wasn’t high. All she did was listen to office gossip about “marital property,” painting herself grand dreams!

And she wasn’t afraid Su Weiwei wouldn’t hand it over. A mistress like her—would she dare make a fuss?

She was certain she had Su Weiwei right where she wanted her!