novelraw Chapter 147 One Retribution for Another
Chapter 147 One Retribution for Another
Wen Shumu was admiring the painting with great delight, almost wanting to lie down on it, when he suddenly heard a deep Alpha voice behind him: "You've lost too much weight."
Ling Suyu stepped forward and traced the outline of the Omega's face in the painting with his fingertips, then looked at him in reality: "Compared to this painting..."
Her round face has lost too much weight.
Wen Shumu mimicked him and compared the two: "You too."
Ling Suyu looked at him for a while, then suddenly raised her hand and gently pinched Wen Shumu's face.
Wen Shumu's eyes widened, and he pinched her face a few more times, not content with just one pinch.
After withdrawing his hand, Ling Suyu frowned and commented, "You've really lost weight."
If you ignore the fleeting hint of lingering desire in Alpha's eyes, he really does look like he's using his hands to test how much weight Wen Shumu has lost.
Wen Shumu: "..."
Allison, who was guarding the door, grinned when he heard this, thinking to himself that the marshal just wanted to pinch the lady's face, and he was making up some excuse.
He was enjoying a sweet treat when he suddenly heard the marshal call him, and he quickly responded.
"Allison, invite the best nutritionist from the Imperial Star to the manor. Also, find a time to hang this painting up; there's no need to keep it here."
"Yes."
The housekeeper, having taken on the task, had no choice but to leave the candy-eating scene.
As soon as Ling Suyu finished speaking and turned around, her chin was cupped by fair hands.
Then, the Omega's exquisite face drew closer and closer, and Ling Suyu couldn't help but hold his breath, slightly closing his eyelids, subconsciously wanting to receive the kiss.
Unexpectedly, the hands that were holding his chin suddenly moved upwards, changing from holding to pinching, and pulled his cheeks to the sides.
Ling Suyu: "..."
He opened his eyes and his gaze met a pair of light brown eyes that held a sly smile.
Wen Shumu was smug; his brother pinched him, so he could just pinch him back!
Suddenly, a strong arm wrapped around his waist, pulling him against the Alpha's warm body.
Ling Suyu lowered his head and smiled as he kissed Wen Shumu's moist lips.
The servant who came to move the painting, following the steward's instructions, had just reached the door when he inadvertently glanced into the half-open door. Startled, his face turned red, and he immediately turned and ran away.
Help! The Marshal and his wife are kissing way too...too intensely!
I feel like the marshal is going to eat his wife up!
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Yi Hao kept his word and soon issued an edict appointing Wen Shumu as the Marquis.
At the same time, Qiu Tong also realized how those nobles viewed her and her son behind their backs.
Back when Wen Bin was around, everyone had to give them face; she was used to being arrogant.
She couldn't stand being mocked like this, and at a dinner party hosted by the Duke of Gallatin, she got into a big argument with someone in public. The Duchess gently "chased" her out.
The doors of high society were forever closed to her and Wen Boshuang.
When she was desperate, Qiu Tong finally thought of winning over the collateral branches of the Wen family who had been driven away by Wen Bin, only to learn that Wen Shumu had inherited the title.
An Jiangxing.
Most of the Wen family's servants were dismissed. The butler, who had worked there for many years, had to give multiple statements about Wen Bin's matter before being released. He was so frightened that he stayed in the hospital for more than a month and then resigned.
The enormous Wen family castle, lacking proper maintenance, has begun to show signs of decay.
Qiu Tong remained seated on her favorite expensive sofa, her gaze fixed on the priceless antique vase on the table, the flowers inside already beginning to wither.
The gardeners have all left, and there's no one to replace the flowers with fresh ones every day.
She envisioned an overly rosy future, but she didn't realize that no one would act according to her plans.
Nobody listened to her at all.
But she wouldn't blame it all on her own failure as a person; she only believed that Wen Shumu had conspired with the collateral branches of the Wen family to interfere.
Wen Boshuang's shouts could be faintly heard from the distant corridor.
"What kind of work are you doing! You can't even iron clothes properly, and you can't even sweep the dust in the hallway clean. Don't you want to quit?! It's not like we haven't paid you!"
One of the waiters, who also had a temper, threw his cleaning tools on the ground and yelled back, "They haven't paid us! Ask your mother when she's going to give us last month's and this month's wages!"
Wen Boshuang stood there, stunned, seemingly surprised that a waiter he had never even glanced at would talk back, or perhaps surprised that they really hadn't been paid.
In the past, Wen Bin controlled the Wen family's finances and never allowed Qiu Tong to interfere in the management of their businesses.
He would give Qiu Tong expensive jewelry and gorgeous dresses, but he wouldn't give her any actual shares; she didn't have much money at all.
Wen Bin's personal assets were confiscated after his death, and the Wen family's property could only be obtained by the heir. This was also an important reason why Qiu Tong tried every means to make Wen Boshuang inherit the title.
Qiu Tong was annoyed by these things. Just as she stood up, she heard the waiter say, "Anyway, the Wen family now has a new marquis, and this castle will soon change hands. I think you're just leaving and deliberately delaying our wages."
His words immediately drew a response from the other waiters.
These waiters all came from poor backgrounds. They were not afraid of hard work or being scolded by their masters, but they were afraid of not getting paid.
Wen Boxian's face flushed with anger: "This is my home, the home I've lived in for so many years! Who said we were leaving? It's clearly you who don't want to work and are making excuses!"
"We just don't want to work here anymore. We'll leave as soon as we get our wages."
"Exactly! There's hardly any money to begin with, and they can't even pay it off properly. Who would want to work here!"
"The old man beat people, the young man swore. Now that the old man is dead, it's karma!"
"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. Heaven is watching how they treated the young master before."
The waiters' merciless words left Wen Boshuang unsure of who to reply to first.
"Shut up, all of you!"
Qiu Tong's shrill voice rang out. She wore a long fishtail dress, her face was beautiful, but her expression was slightly distorted: "You still dare to ride on your master's head? If you can't do it, then get out!"
Having been the mistress of the Wen family for so many years, the servants were still somewhat intimidated by her and kept quiet.
The head waiter was somewhat indignant and opened his mouth to ask for more wages, but then he caught a glimpse of a figure in the distance in the corridor and his eyes widened slightly.
"Qiu Tong, I think it's time for you to get out of here." A deep, steady male voice rang out.
Qiu Tong turned around abruptly, her eyes seeming to spit fire.
It's incredibly rude of someone to call her by her name!
The middle-aged man in front of her was dressed elegantly; he was none other than Wen Bingxuan, the head of the collateral branch whom she had been trying so hard to win over recently.
Qiu Tong said coldly, "What do you mean by that? Weren't we having a good chat the other day?"
Wen Bingxuan said with a half-smile, "After you leave here, I suggest you take some social skills courses on reading people and situations."
"Why should we leave this place? This is my father's house!" Wen Boshuang shouted in a trembling voice.
"Your father? Wen Bin, that sinner, brought such great shame to the Wen family, and you still have the nerve to mention him!"
Wen Bingxuan's faint smile vanished, his expression turning icy.
He glanced around, his gaze sweeping across the spacious, luxurious corridor before finally settling on the two men: "The Wen family castle belongs to the Wen family patriarch. The Marquis is generous; you have a whole day to pack your things. By this time tomorrow, I hope you will have already left Anjiangxing."
"Otherwise..." Wen Bingxuan's eyes flashed, "don't blame the Wen family for not giving you any face."