“Joan, do you feel like the temperature suddenly dropped? Are you cold?”

Zhou Yi looked around anxiously.

In this world, there’s something called “killing intent.”

Zhou Yi felt a chill on her neck.

Ye Xiaoqiong pulled her hand away:

“Yes, it is a bit cold. It’s getting late, I need to head back. Selling the house is the right choice. For your husband right now, avoiding jail is the best option. As long as he keeps his job first, money and houses can be slowly accumulated again, waiting for future allocation.”

Yeah, right!

If someone only had money but no backing, encountering such a honeytrap would mean being slowly squeezed dry.

Not only would the Yuan family be emptied, but Zhou Yi’s family wouldn’t escape either.

One successful threat would lead to more. Once the money was paid, endless extortion would follow.

Zhou Yi had no intention of helping Yuan Han.

“Let him gather the money himself… Joan, I’ll tell you, once he pays the compensation, I’m going to divorce him!”

Ye Xiaoqiong was quite surprised.

After being beaten up by He Shiyuan, had Zhou Yi gained some sense?

Ye Xiaoqiong’s feelings were extremely complicated.

Waiting until Yuan Han paid the 150,000 Hong Kong dollars before divorcing him was indeed the best choice. Not mentioning it now kept Yuan Han stable, making him believe he could still win Zhou Yi back. Even without assets, as long as he had Zhou Yi as his wife and his status as the Zhou family’s son-in-law, Yuan Han would remain confident.

If Zhou Yi immediately crushed Yuan Han’s hopes, he would give up completely, dragging the Zhou family down with him, rather than trying to gather money to compensate He Shiyuan.

Without gathering money, how would Yuan Han sell the house?

This was the simplest way to get the house back, requiring neither borrowed power nor influence, but rather her capabilities!

Ye Xiaoqiong couldn’t help nodding: “You’re doing the right thing. Whether you divorce or not can wait; you need to keep him stable first. The trouble he caused should be his responsibility.”

Zhou Yi was happy to receive this approval.

Her face was blue and swollen, looking like a human-shaped pig’s head, and her smile was even more grotesque with her grimacing lips.

Yet she still smiled at Ye Xiaoqiong:

“Joan, you’re so kind! If it weren’t for your advice, I wouldn’t know what to do!”

She wanted to follow Ye Xiaoqiong back, but Ye Xiaoqiong persuaded her to stay and keep Yuan Han stable. Only then did Zhou Yi reluctantly say goodbye.

When Ye Xiaoqiong reached the street corner, Zhou Yi still stood there like a fool, looking around and waving at her.

Ye Xiaoqiong opened the car door and sat beside He Shiyuan.

He Shiyuan pointed to her head, “Miss Ye, is something wrong up there with that one?”

Someone that stupid could study abroad, while smart people like her had to make a living by selling their bodies!

And Miss Ye, beautiful and kind-hearted, had encountered such terrible people before.

He Shiyuan couldn’t understand how the world worked anymore. Kind and beautiful women couldn’t make it, beautiful but wicked women like herself struggled too, yet someone like Zhou Yi could live so comfortably?

Where was the justice in that?

“If I had known, I should have hit her harder earlier…”

“Enough, if you’d hurt her too badly, you’d be in trouble. Isn’t this better? You don’t like stupid people, you got to beat her up, and you won’t have any problems.”

Physical torment wasn’t much.

Today had destroyed Zhou Yi’s self-esteem.

Zhou Yi hadn’t completely broken down yet, sustained by her resentment toward Yuan Han.

When Zhou Yi discovered her identity… Ye Xiaoqiong looked up, that would be the moment of Zhou Yi’s complete destruction.

He Shiyuan nodded, “That felt good. It would be even better if we could find a chance to beat her again.”

Who would believe that someone could beat another person in public without getting arrested, and the victim would even help cover it up?

“Miss Ye, do we just wait for Yuan to sell the house now?”

“Yes, we need to arrange a suitable buyer.”

What made a suitable buyer?

Of course, it would be someone Ye Xiaoqiong sent.

Just like He Shiyuan’s two “bodyguards” today, hired for a small fee, someone could be found to buy the house on Ye Xiaoqiong’s behalf. The money would be paid, but could Yuan Han dare misuse it? He would have to hand it over to He Shiyuan.

With money circulating this way, Ye Xiaoqiong wouldn’t need to spend any real capital now to reclaim her ancestral property that the Yuan family had swindled away.

Yuan Han’s losses would be significant, not just the house but emptying his entire family’s savings.

Ye Xiaoqiong had considered legal channels to reclaim the house.

When the ancestral property was returned, she was already married to Yuan Han, so both their names were on the deed.

Mother Yuan moved into the house and constantly complained of discomfort, saying she was living in her daughter-in-law’s house, and that people would mock Yuan Han for being a kept man. After all the fuss, for family peace, the house was transferred to Mother Yuan’s name—all because of Ye Xiaoqiong’s foolishness back then. Now that foolishness had dried up along with her tears, but the facts couldn’t be changed.

Using these tactics to reclaim her ancestral property would not only avoid any aftermath, but when the truth was revealed, the Yuan family would likely die from anger.

The people who had once casually bullied her were now all being played in the palm of her hand.

Watching them panic.

Watching them fear.

And watching them spit blood in regret—wouldn’t that be fun?

She had waited so long already, two or three more days wouldn’t matter!

…

“Sometimes I admire Zhou Yi. Some people won’t turn back until they hit a wall, but she doesn’t even feel the pain after hitting it!”

Even at this point, Zhou Yi still wouldn’t inform her family.

Did she think she could handle it herself?

She had no sense of her capabilities!

Xia Xiaolan’s criticism left Zhou Cheng speechless.

Was this his cousin?

If Zhou Yi didn’t look like Zhou Wenbang and Jiang Hong, Zhou Cheng would have suspected that his aunt had brought home the wrong baby from the hospital. When he shared this thought with Xiaolan, Xia Xiaolan laughed so hard she couldn’t straighten up.

“My husband is so cute!”

“Your husband isn’t just cute.”

Zhou Cheng wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer. Xia Xiaolan moved her mouth near his ear, and Zhou Cheng thought he was going to get a kiss, but instead, Xia Xiaolan mischievously breathed:

“Have you checked the time? Holding me like this, aren’t you afraid Uncle Tang will walk in again?”

That was quite frightening.

Mayor Tang appeared like a ghost, naturally skilled at becoming the most professional infiltrator.

Regardless of whether it was office hours or not, he could suddenly appear, sometimes coming back to get documents—heaven knows why a mayor would personally return home for documents, this was clearly all-encompassing surveillance.

Zhou Cheng reluctantly let her go, “We need our own house in Pengcheng.”

They had bought quite a few in Beijing.

But those courtyard houses were all investments following Xiaolan’s advice, and now Xiaolan had mostly rented them out.

Speaking of houses, Xia Xiaolan suddenly became interested, sitting up on the sofa and pulling him:

“Then come with me to see the model of the new development at the company. Which floor do you like, what layout do you prefer, and the orientation of the house… let’s choose together?”