Urban Supernatural Medical Saint

As noon approached, the pair finally returned to the Haitian Estate.

That is, Ye Wenjun's private villa.

"You go in first, I'll park the car," Ye Wenjun said indifferently.

"Okay."

Fang Yu was not the least bit reserved, for he was, after all, the man of the house.

So he walked with a bit of strut—

The moment he entered the living room, Fang Yu was taken aback. He saw a middle-aged woman sitting on the sofa, staring coldly at the TV.

Unfamiliar.

The woman had rosy lips and white teeth, and her skin was exceptionally well-maintained, dressed in a cheongsam.

Not a wrinkle could be seen on her face, making it difficult to discern that she was a woman in her thirties or forties.

Who on earth was she?

Could she be here to check the meter?

Moreover, this area was all villas, not apartment buildings where one could mistakenly enter the wrong floor level and, thus, the wrong home. Villas shouldn't have this issue.

At this moment, Ye Wenjun walked in.

Fang Yu, noticing some resemblance in their appearance, tensed up wondering if she could perhaps be his mother-in-law?

As the legitimate husband of Ye Wenjun, it would be a shameful waste not to display his best self in front of his mother-in-law.

"Auntie, hello!"

Fang Yu extended his hand, intending to shake hands with her.

Clearly, the woman glanced at him from the corner of her eye and did not reach out her hand. Any normal woman would be uncomfortable shaking hands with a rough-looking big man who suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

Ye Wenjun sat down softly beside the sofa, her gaze not focused on the middle-aged woman.

Fang Yu sensitively picked up on the subtle dynamics, especially when the middle-aged woman was sizing him up.

Her gaze was like a scanner, moving from top to bottom, left to right, gradually emitting a hint of disdain and contempt.

Fang Yu almost thought he was hallucinating.

This middle-aged woman was clearly not just any ordinary woman. She knew how to dress well, was well-kept, wore expensive accessories and her attire was elegant and noble like that of a lady.

Such a middle-aged woman should be cultured. So why would she look at someone with that kind of gaze?

Maybe it's because I haven't presented myself well enough? Fang Yu thought to himself, quickly nodding and bowing, "Sister, you're so beautiful!"

As Fang Yu said this, he was almost moved to tears by his own cleverness. It must've been calling her 'auntie' that aged her and made her angry.

"Nowadays, elegant and intellectual women like you are really hard to come by. Are you a relative of President Ye?"

However, the woman sitting opposite on the sofa maintained her original gaze, looking down on Fang Yu, and after sweeping a sarcastic glance at him, her eyes shifted to Ye Wenjun.

"Wenjun, is he your boyfriend?"

Ye Wenjun picked up the cup of hot water in her hand, took a gentle sip, did not offer any further explanation, and simply said, "Yes."

"This piece of trash is good enough to be your boyfriend?" the middle-aged woman suddenly burst out in anger, "I can't believe it. You reject a good man like Zhao Wuyan and choose this trash. Have you lost your mind?"

Ye Wenjun's face darkened, but she remained silent.

Fang Yu was startled by the sudden outburst of the middle-aged woman.

Could she not be a relative of Ye Wenjun? How could she say such things, too damn offensive.

Suddenly, Fang Yu remembered something, slapped his forehead, and pondered: Could it be—she's her stepmother?

Fuck.

TV shows always say stepmothers are wicked, and truly so after seeing one today!

Absolutely outrageous, a horror to mankind.

"Where exactly is Zhao Wuyan lacking? He is the future heir of the Zhao Family! You're always walking around with a stern face, looking down on everyone. I thought you were discerning, but turns out you're just cheap trash!" The middle-aged woman's words were extremely malicious.

Hearing this, Fang Yu's expression suddenly darkened.

So this is Zhao Wuyan's advocate!

He was about to explode when he heard Ye Wenjun retort:

"Wu Zhenjie, don't think you can insult me just because you're an elder. If you continue like this, don't blame me for turning my back on you heartlessly!"

She maintained a cold tone and expression, a state unlikely to be easily affected by others.

Upon hearing this, Wu Zhenjie immediately became so angry that she was beside herself with rage. This unfilial niece, how dare she treat her aunt this way.

Just as she was about to stand up and teach her a lesson, she suddenly saw Fang Yu abruptly stand up.

"Fuck, you dead bitch, Wu Zhenjie, right? Do you even have any chastity? So ugly and old yet still trying to act pure and young, have you no shame?!"

The air suddenly went still.

Fang Yu's vicious words were unspeakably nasty and unbearable to witness.

Ye Wenjun and Wu Zhenjie were both shocked that this young man, who usually just nodded and bowed, could curse so horribly, and they were momentarily stunned.

"Clearly a fifty-year-old woman, and yet you put on such youthful lipstick, and wear such a thin gold necklace... And look at your clothes, they even make your belly visible, are you pregnant? Do you think dressing up like this could fool my keen eyes? Impossible! No woman could deceive these eyes of mine!"

"And look at those hands of yours, grimy and dark - do you touch the bottom of pots when you cook? And look at those eyes, why wear colored contacts, don't you look at yourself in the mirror before going out? They're like dead fish eyes! Ever seen the horror movie 'Zhenzi'? You two could compete! Oh wait, Zhenzi is much slimmer than you! You old hag!"

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Fang Yu's arrogant attitude, his venomous tongue, were like an atomic bomb, obliterating everything in its path!

The famously sharp-tongued Wu Zhenjie was dumbstruck, unable to block such venomous verbal abuse!

Even Ye Wenjun was taken aback. In truth, she was equally furious inside when Wu Zhenjie insulted her, but her upbringing kept her anger in check. If it weren't for Fang Yu, even Ye Wenjun couldn't guarantee how long she would have held back!

After Fang Yu finished his cutting remarks, he took a breath. What a joke, this old hag, even if you're an elder you can't curse your niece like that.

You curse me fine, but you insult my wife while stepping on me, what do you mean by that?

What's more important, this woman, she actually spoke up for Zhao Wuyan!

That is Fang Yu's sworn enemy!

Wu Zhenjie's dead-fish eyes glared at Fang Yu, while out of the corner of her eye she glanced at Ye Wenjun.

"You're cursing me?" Wu Zhenjie said in disbelief, "Who the hell are you to curse me?"

Although Wu Zhenjie tried to retort, her anger slapping the table, her momentum was clearly much weaker than before.

Fang Yu was not only unangered, but he even laughed, sitting on the couch, and said mockingly: "You old hag! Why wouldn't I curse you? You curse my wife, and I can't curse you? What kind of shitty man would I be if I couldn't protect my own wife?"

"W-wife?" Wu Zhenjie's brain seized up.

"What, you can't accept it? Let me make it clear, this beautiful lady Ye Wenjun is my wife, my lawful wife!" Fang Yu's attitude became even more arrogant, "And what are you? You come into the owner's house, showing no respect to me and even insulting me, are you a retarded imbecile? Believe it or not, I will kick you out? Go away, don't dirty my couch—"

Wu Zhenjie completely lost it.

Her eyes turned bloodshot.

All the malicious words she had been brewing felt completely powerless against a superior opponent—

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