They were afraid of dirtying their biological mother Xia Yulan’s hands, so the two of them joined forces to kill their adoptive mother, Shen Fuyao.
“You dare hit me!” Wang Zhuo’er climbed up from the ground and let out a helpless roar at Shen Fuyao.
“Still daring to yell?” Shen Fuyao didn’t waste words—another slap landed.
That did it. Both sides of his face were now swollen, perfectly symmetrical.
“Waaah, waaah! Bad mom, you hit big brother! I’m going to tell Grandma to beat you to death!” Wang Caifeng started wailing.
“Do you want a slap too?” Shen Fuyao raised her hand.
Wang Caifeng immediately stopped crying, lowered her head, and shrank back like a quail.
Wang Zhuo’er, however, felt sorry for his sister. He pulled Wang Caifeng behind him and bared his teeth. “If you’re going to hit someone, hit me alone.”
Shen Fuyao found it amusing and couldn’t be bothered to argue with the two little brats anymore. She grabbed one in each hand and started heading toward the warehouse.
She had to hurry. If she brought Wang Daren back too late and things over there were already finished—if Zhou Lanxiang had already been sent back—then there’d be no fun left.
The warehouse of the Niubi Mountain production team wasn’t far from the Wang house—less than a ten-minute walk.
“Call Grandpa,” Shen Fuyao said as she tossed Wang Zhuo’er and Wang Caifeng down at the warehouse entrance.
“Grandpa! Grandpa!” The two siblings started yelling the moment their feet hit the ground. They wanted to complain, to have Grandpa beat the bad mom to death.
Wang Daren, wrapped in a military coat, opened the door and asked in surprise, “Why are you here so late?”
He still didn’t know the twins were his son’s children, so he wasn’t affectionate toward them. With his hands tucked inside his coat for warmth, he didn’t pick either child up.
“Grandpa, bad mom hit my brother,” Wang Caifeng tattled.
Wang Daren glanced at Wang Zhuo’er’s swollen face but showed no sign of concern. Instead, he smiled and asked Shen Fuyao, “Daughter-in-law, were the little bastards disobedient again? Did your hand hurt from hitting them? Bringing them out so late—are you cold?”
Shen Fuyao was stunningly beautiful.
Wang Daren was lecherous. Over the years, he knew his son and daughter-in-law hadn’t consummated their marriage. The old bastard had even entertained dirty thoughts, occasionally trying to take advantage of Shen Fuyao.
But Shen Fuyao wasn’t someone to mess with. She never let him gain the slightest advantage, scolded him mercilessly, and finally warned him that if he dared set his sights on her again, she would go to the army and ask Wang Chaoying’s superiors to intervene.
That move worked well. For the sake of his son’s future, Wang Daren didn’t dare act recklessly anymore.
Still, whenever he spoke to Shen Fuyao, he deliberately acted overly familiar and ogled her with greasy eyes.
Shen Fuyao wanted to gouge out his eyeballs and smash his filthy mouth.
But now wasn’t the time—over there, they were still waiting to catch someone in adultery.
“Dad, Mom is missing. Hurry and bring people to look for her.”
“Where could she have gone? Maybe she went to the toilet,” Wang Daren asked indifferently.
“No. I searched everywhere around the house.”
“Then she must have gone to see a doctor.”
“No, I didn’t hear any movement,” Shen Fuyao said. “We should still go look.”
Just as Wang Daren was about to say he still needed to guard the warehouse, Li Gangpao came out. “Auntie’s missing? Then we have to search. A few days ago, wild boars came down from the neighboring brigade and injured people. What if Auntie got gored when she got up at night?”
“Captain, I’ll go call the accountant and the Party secretary to watch the warehouse. I’ve got a gun—I’ll go with you to find Auntie,” Li Gangpao said. He hadn’t eaten meat in a long time; if they could bag a wild boar tonight, it would satisfy his cravings.
After saying that, without waiting for Wang Daren to refuse, he sprinted off to fetch the secretary and the accountant.