“Enough! Can we just eat in peace or not? If you can’t, then all of you leave!”
Yu Wangshan suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of irritation toward this family.
Every day was filled with petty scheming and endless bickering—it was suffocating.
Things were much quieter at Xiaoli’s place. Every time he went there, he felt warmth and care.
Sensing their father’s displeasure, Yu Miaomiao fell silent, and the dinner table returned to quiet.
After the meal, Yu Zhaozhao used the excuse of packing her things and went back to the storage room, showing no intention of helping with the dishes. Mao Cuizhi was unhappy, but seeing that Yu Wangshan had already been in a bad mood during dinner, she didn’t dare say anything.
Mao Cuizhi knew about Yu Wangshan secretly reselling factory resources. Though she was timid, seeing the money and coupons he brought home every few days, she couldn’t bring herself to stop him.
So she silently supported him.
Yu Wangshan didn’t care what she thought and went back to lie down in his room.
Whether going to the factory or to the widow’s house, it wasn’t suitable to go out while people were still around. So he waited until around ten at night before preparing to leave.
By then, Yu Miaomiao and Yu Tianbao were already asleep, and Mao Cuizhi was half-drowsy.
“Wangshan, be careful. Our life is decent now—safety comes first.”
“Got it. Go to sleep.”
Yu Wangshan looked at the woman whose eyes were closed and whose voice was already drifting, as if she had entered a dream, and felt a trace of disdain.
Mao Cuizhi was truly unkempt and not very smart. Didn’t she realize there weren’t that many resources in the factory for him to sell every other day?
Still, it was precisely because she was easy to fool that he could keep using excuses to stay out overnight.
“Mm.”
At first, Mao Cuizhi used to walk him to the door every night before going back to bed. But over time, the novelty wore off, and she stopped being so attentive.
As soon as the door closed, Yu Zhaozhao quietly followed him out. Her movements were light, not attracting anyone’s attention.
Following the direction shown on her space’s surveillance, she trailed behind him.
The book only mentioned that Yu Wangshan kept his mistress in Sanxia Alley, but not which house.
She had to follow him to find out.
Yu Wangshan wasn’t walking fast. Before long, Yu Zhaozhao spotted his figure ahead.
She slowed her steps and followed silently. Yu Wangshan didn’t notice anything unusual—after all, tracking people was her specialty.
After about twenty minutes, he stopped in front of a house.
At the door, he imitated a few dog barks. Soon, the door opened.
Yu Zhaozhao was speechless.
That barking… was truly something.
She carefully approached the wall, checked both sides to make sure no one was around, then took a short run and vaulted over.
Fortunately, even though she was in someone else’s body, her memories and skills remained. She could still perform basic movements—but the original body’s poor condition left her slightly out of breath from such a simple action.
Looks like once she got to the countryside, she’d have to train her body properly. Otherwise, if she ran into troublemakers, even kicking them wouldn’t make them budge.
Standing in the courtyard, she heard voices inside, mixed with occasional laughter.
She moved closer quietly, crouched down, and leaned toward the window.
“Brother Shan, Dou Dou needs to get his household registration soon. Otherwise, how will he go to school when he grows up? You’re his father—you need to think of something.”
Hu Li and Yu Wangshan’s son, Yu Doudou, was almost one year old. She had rented this courtyard for years, and the neighbors all knew she was a widow. Suddenly having a child—even with the excuse that it was her younger sister’s—had already stirred gossip.
She urgently wanted Yu Wangshan to give her a proper status. After all, the man in front of her had decent looks, some money, and treated her well.
Over the years, she had never lacked men—but overall, Yu Wangshan was the best option.
“Don’t worry, I’ve already got a plan.”
“Really? What plan?” Hu Li’s eyes lit up.
“After some time, I’ll find an excuse to fake a divorce with that yellow-faced woman. Then I’ll buy this courtyard. After we register our marriage, we can put the child’s household registration here. This house will be our son’s future security.”
“Will that work? Will she agree?” Thinking of her son getting a house, Hu Li’s heart raced with excitement.
“It’ll be fine. She doesn’t understand the law. I’ll just tell her we already have a house, and policy doesn’t allow buying a second one, so we need a fake divorce to count as two households. That woman loves money—she’ll definitely agree for the sake of buying property.”
“But if she knows about this house, can I still live here? What if she finds out later that it’s in Dou Dou’s name—won’t she cause trouble?” Hu Li frowned.
“Of course you can. I’ll say the house is empty anyway, so we might as well rent it out. As for the future… if I ever need money, I can just sell the house. It’s as simple as that.”
“Brother Shan, you’re so clever.”
Delighted, Hu Li wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek.
She suddenly realized—once they registered their marriage, she would be the legitimate wife. Whether they divorced afterward would be entirely up to her.
“You little minx! Did you hide what I gave you?”
“Don’t worry—it’s all buried under the big tree. No one but us knows.”
“Good. My little treasure, it’s late—let’s rest.” Yu Wangshan’s voice turned greasy.
“Stop it~”
What followed were sounds too unpleasant to listen to.
Afraid that hearing too much would make her develop an aversion to men, Yu Zhaozhao quickly stepped back and began pacing the courtyard.
Luckily, the moonlight was bright. Soon, she found a shovel in a wood shed by the wall. Taking it, she went to the big tree in the yard and started digging.
Since the soil had been filled in later, it was loose.
After about ten minutes, she felt the shovel hit something hard.
She set the shovel aside, crouched down, and took out a small hand shovel from her space—the kind she had bought for gardening.
Gently scraping away the dirt, she revealed what seemed to be a wooden box.
Soon, a box about half a meter wide and one meter long came into view.
Yu Zhaozhao directly stored it into her space, saving herself the trouble of lifting it out.
Afterward, she didn’t open it immediately. Instead, she dug around the area a bit more to make sure nothing else was buried there.
Only then did she stand up and begin filling the hole.
Without the large box, there wasn’t enough soil to fully cover it. She didn’t bother too much—just roughly filled it in and stood up.
If nothing unexpected happened, Yu Wangshan would be taken away tomorrow morning.
She wasn’t worried at all about him noticing anything.