After Sheng Shiwu finished his call with Second Brother Gu, he called his father. He learned that his dad was doing well and was even planning to come home for the New Year.

He returned to the Sheng Family home in a great mood. The first floor looked quite clean, since the housekeeper had tidied up.

Second Brother Gu was listlessly lounging on the sofa, watching TV. "Xiao Wu, what brings you back?"

"Winter break started. I just came to drop off my schoolbag. I’m going to look for work tomorrow," Sheng Shiwu said, trying to suppress a smile.

He pressed his lips together, trying to stop himself from smiling, because Second Brother Gu was clearly in a bad way.

His own smile was too bright, and he worried it would make Second Brother Gu resentful. But happiness was an emotion that was impossible to suppress.

He could only give in to his happy mood, so Sheng Shiwu didn’t linger and went straight upstairs to his room.

But the stairway and hallway were covered in trash. No wonder Second Brother Gu liked to stay in the living room downstairs.

As he passed his sister’s room, he saw the door was open and could see the complete mess inside with just a glance.

Clutter was strewn about, the vanity was stained with grease, and chairs were toppled over.

The blanket on the bed was balled up in a corner, and the bed itself was piled high with discarded clothes and socks.

The whole room was filled with a suffocating smell and looked like the aftermath of a tornado.

It was enough to make even a rough-and-tumble guy like Sheng Shiwu frown. He had to admit, the state of Sheng Yueyue’s bedroom was absolutely terrible!

Yet, whenever she went out, she was always dressed up to be beautiful and stylish, like a young lady from a wealthy family.

Sheng Shiwu could only sigh to himself. ’There’s no way I’m going in there to help my sister clean her room.’

He returned to his own room only to find that it had also been ransacked. ’My sister must have done this.’

He then checked his father’s room and his older brother’s room; they had both been turned upside down as well. He had originally just planned to drop by, but now he resigned himself to cleaning the house.

Meanwhile, Sheng Yueyue—the so-called "young lady from a wealthy family"—had just spent the day fooling around with Song Zijin and was now on her way home.

The two of them had never filed for divorce. Whenever Song Zijin missed her, he would call her back to the Song Family home.

Aunt Song couldn’t control this daughter-in-law either. Since Yueyue didn’t eat their food or wear clothes they bought, Aunt Song had lost every argument they’d ever had.

Every time Sheng Yueyue went to the Song family’s home, Aunt Song would make an excuse to leave. Seeing her mother-in-law’s face turn pale with anger at the mere sight of her delighted Sheng Yueyue.

She was absolutely thrilled. "Mom, what’s wrong? You seem so unhappy to see me every time."

"I’m not. I just don’t feel well. I have to go to the hospital for a shot," Aunt Song said, closing her eyes so she wouldn’t have to look at her daughter-in-law. She was afraid she’d be angered to death.

Sheng Yueyue noticed the pained look on her face and a faint, almost imperceptible aura circulating around her.

"Well, you go on ahead then. Zijin called and asked me to come back and stay for a day. You only need to prepare food for yourselves. I’ll take Zijin out to eat."

Sheng Yueyue said this smugly. ’It feels great to have money. As long as I don’t eat at the Song family’s expense, this wicked mother-in-law can’t do a thing to me.’

’If I were to eat their food, that old hag would definitely curse me out, saying the most horrible things. I can’t stand her filthy language.’

Seeing Sheng Yueyue’s gloating expression, Aunt Song could only trudge out of the house dejectedly.

She knew her son was just trying to wheedle money out of his wife, so she didn’t want to get too tangled up with her detestable daughter-in-law.

Sheng Yueyue was fleecing people left and right. She didn’t just spend the money on herself; she would occasionally give some to Song Zijin.

She firmly believed that Song Zijin would become successful one day—the richest man in Qing City—and that his current financial troubles were only temporary.

When Song Zijin saw Song Zijie buy a long down jacket, he wanted one too. When he saw him buy a wool coat, he wanted one of those as well.

The money his father gave him was nowhere near enough, so he also got involved with a widow in the residential compound, coaxing her into buying things for him.

"Yueyue, you’re here! Let’s go out to eat. I know a new place..."

Before Song Zijin could finish, Sheng Yueyue cut him off. "Let’s go to the room first. We can eat later."

She knew Song Zijin couldn’t leave her, because she would occasionally give him pointers about things that were about to happen in the residential compound.

She and Song Zijin had a "workout session," then cuddled for a while before finally going out to eat.

Song Zijin and Sheng Yueyue were holding hands as they walked to the restaurant entrance, only to run into Dong Yuanyuan and her husband, who were also there to eat.

Talk about a small world. When enemies meet, their eyes burn with hatred.

After his last falling out with Sheng Yueyue, Dong Yuanyuan’s husband, He Aiguo, had been trying his best to avoid her, afraid she would latch onto him and cause fights between him and his wife.

But he had still heard the rumors about Sheng Yueyue. He’d heard she had recently hooked up with his good friend, Zhu Yaoqiang, which infuriated him.

’Couldn’t I satisfy her?’

So, the moment he saw Sheng Yueyue, he immediately turned his head away, refusing to look at her. He was afraid he would die of anger.

When Dong Yuanyuan saw that her husband didn’t even glance at Sheng Yueyue, she felt much better.

By now, her belly was quite large. Seeing Sheng Yueyue’s flat stomach, she smiled and said, "Sheng Yueyue, you’ve been married for several months now. How come there’s no movement in your belly yet?"

As she spoke, she deliberately placed a hand gently on her own slightly bulging belly.

She looked at Sheng Yueyue with a gentle expression and said, "As for me, I’m due in another four months."

"Hmph. What’s so great about having a daughter?" Sheng Yueyue said dismissively.

"You..."

"Yuanyuan, don’t be angry. There’s no need to stoop to the level of someone so ignorant. Let’s find another place to eat," He Aiguo said, his eyes full of tenderness.

Dong Yuanyuan replied with a bashful look, "Mm, I’ll listen to you. The baby is what’s most important."

The tender and considerate way He Aiguo treated Dong Yuanyuan made Sheng Yueyue’s heart ache with jealousy. No matter if it was her past life or this one, that man loved Dong Yuanyuan to the bone.

Despite all her schemes, she had won his body but never his heart. It was impossible for Sheng Yueyue not to hate him for it.

But she didn’t let it show on her face. She knew Dong Yuanyuan was having a daughter this time, and she also knew that her next pregnancy would be a daughter as well.

She knew many things about the future, and this had always been Sheng Yueyue’s greatest source of pride. She looked down on everyone from the perspective of a "god."

As long as she occasionally revealed a piece of the "future," others would worship the ground she walked on.

For instance, she knew what would happen to Zhu Yaoqiang in the future, so he had given her his entire year’s worth of savings.

In Sheng Yueyue’s eyes, anyone who was fortunate enough to receive a piece of "future" information from her should be worshiping her.

What she hadn’t expected was that her fated rival from her past life, Dong Yuanyuan, and her husband would actually dare to look down on her?! ’On what grounds?!’

Song Zijin saw that Sheng Yueyue wasn’t speaking, just neurotically biting her own finger.

Her teeth ground forcefully against her knuckle, making a sharp and grating CRUNCH, CRUNCH sound.

It startled him, but then he remembered they still had to go clothes shopping after dinner, so he patted Sheng Yueyue’s stomach.

His eyes were full of affection as he said, "Yueyue, don’t be angry. We’re still young. We don’t want to have kids so early."

Inwardly, however, he was thinking, ’This bitch flirts with men everywhere and even goes to stay in guesthouses with them.’

’The guy right in front of us was the cause of that huge scandal with her a while back. Even if she did get pregnant, it might not even be mine.’