CHAPTER 183: CHAPTER 42: METICULOUS SCHEMING

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"If you want to smash Chang Mei’s things, you have to pick something that would break her heart, something that would shatter," Su Ziceng said as she stood in the hall with Yan Wuxu, hands clasped, chest out, tummy in, legs spread wide like a spinning top, pointing them out one by one, "the Ming and Qing Zisha Pot on the coffee table, the Iranian Goat Blanket on the floor, the hanging Monet masterpiece."

"If you do it like this..." Su Ziceng gently swiped her hand, and the Yixing Zisha Pot that Chang Mei had spent 500,000 yuan to acquire fell to the ground, cracking into several pieces like a watermelon.

Next, Su Ziceng kicked the tea stain onto the goat blanket, stepping on it back and forth, allowing the black tea stains to seep into the white fluffy fibers. It had been many years since she had indulged in such reckless antics, and Su Ziceng felt a great sense of relief deep inside.

"Ziceng," Yan Wuxu looked at Su Ziceng’s pleased face, feeling both grateful and annoyed: "Thank you for taking revenge for me, I... I shouldn’t have kept it from you, do you know? Aunt Qiao was really killed by Chang Mei." As they were served tea and refreshments, Yan Wuxu pulled Su Ziceng closer and whispered in her ear: "I heard it myself, Qing Chang once came home drunk from a social function and blurted it out."

"Back then, Qing Chang went abroad for business because of some private matters. Aunt Qiao was pregnant with you, overdue with no signs of labor. Just the day before Qing Chang was due back, Chang Mei urgently made a phone call saying Aunt Qiao hemorrhaged during childbirth... by the time Qing Chang rushed back, she was gone. All the old housekeepers in the house had been changed too. Recently, I managed to find a retired housekeeper in the countryside who vividly remembers that Aunt Qiao went into labor only after having a big argument with Chang Mei, giving birth to you." The words Yan Wuxu spoke grew wildly in Su Ziceng’s mind like an invasive toxic vine.

As dessert was served, Yan Wuxu pinched a piece in his hand, his expression sweeter and more cloying than the pastries themselves, and then he threw the piece onto the carpet, cursing: "How can this even be served? Call Sister-in-law Qian here."

Su Ziceng was still immersed in Yan Wuxu’s words, thinking he was mimicking her earlier actions by ruining the high-quality carpet to teach Chang Mei’s accomplices a lesson, merely nodding in agreement.

But what happened next completely stunned her.

With a "slap" sound followed by another slap, each of Yan Wuxu’s fingers was adorned with a ring, and with each slap, Sister-in-law Qian’s face bore a new bloodstain. Blood welled on her face, causing a suffocating feeling in the chest, and yet the slapping sound was crisp and loud.

"Wuxu?" Su Ziceng looked at the neatly arranged desserts, the Western puffs, and Chinese crystal cakes, none of which bore any faults.

"I just found a hair in my food, and followed your method to discipline the servants," Yan Wuxu said loudly, then moved closer to Su Ziceng and whispered: "You reminded me, but earlier, you missed one thing. Chang Mei also liked Sister-in-law Qian, who is skilled at making exquisite Western desserts."

Sister-in-law Qian, having been slapped for no reason, was left with a buzzing in her ears, only hearing "just following your earlier intention," she said logically, no new lady would dare turn the soil above the lord’s head, apparently it was taught by the tricky young master.

Su Ziceng also figured out the trick, but indeed, it was she who taught Yan Wuxu, though the lesson was meant for people, not person, never expecting him to turn it onto the servants immediately. It seems that from now on, the desserts at home will be too risky to eat; who knows if they might taste of saliva.

After Sister-in-law Qian left, Yan Wuxu looked at his hand, his fingers both red and swollen, not really feeling any more comfort, harming others three thousand, self-harm eight hundred, even if his hands hurt, it hurt in satisfaction. In front of Su Ziceng, another side of Yan Wuxu was revealed. Su Qingzhang could never imagine, his drunken murmurs could allow Yan Wuxu to find an opening, especially one that could precisely target Chang Mei’s weak spot.