The maid wants to turn over, and the rough general can't help but tease

Song Yan chuckled. Fu Yusheng's attitude towards relatives has become more and more aggressive in recent days. Not only did she find Fu Yusheng's attitude towards his third uncle funny, she was also very satisfied with Grandpa Fu's attitude towards Fu Yishen, the annoying little grandson.

This guy had no skills or talent, but he always liked to pretend that he knew more than anyone else. This made Mr. Fu and the people around him feel uncomfortable because of his arrogance.

"Fu Yusheng, you——"

"Uncle, I want you to know that I am not very patient. If you make things difficult for me, I will also make things difficult for you. I don't know if you can bear it." Fu Yusheng calmly interrupted his uncle who was about to collapse with anger, "But as long as you keep quiet and do what you should do, you don't have to worry about anything."

Fu Yishen's eyes nearly spit fire when he heard Fu Yusheng threatening him. He wanted to intimidate his nephew with his authority, but before he could finish, he heard a dial tone from the other end of the line. His eyes widened, "That guy just hung up on me? How dare he!"

Fu Yusheng calmly handed the phone to his grandfather. His grandfather took the phone, walked to the living room with his crutches, walked to the other side of the living room, sat on a large armchair with fluffy cushions, and looked at Fu Rong who was hiding behind his second daughter-in-law.

"Why are you hiding?" Grandpa Fu glared at his granddaughter who was hiding behind his sister-in-law like a chick seeking protection from a hen. "You know how to make things difficult for me and how to fight, but don't you know how to break that nasty woman's teeth? At least tear her tongue apart so that she can't complain to your uncle. See what kind of trouble you've caused!"

Fu Rong was stunned when she heard what Mr. Fu said. Seeing her looking at him in surprise, she sneered, "Why are you looking at your old man like that? Do you think I don't know what kind of people live in the third room? They are all like the old man in their family, jealous, angry, arrogant, and incompetent. I know you, and I also know Qingyuan. I know very well that woman must have done something."

"I'm just worried that they will cause trouble at the banquet tomorrow." Mr. Fu sighed with some concern.

"Grandpa, don't worry about this kind of thing." Song Yan said with a smile on her face, "If Fu Qingyuan causes trouble again, I promise that she will pay a price she will never forget."

Hearing this, Mr. Fu looked at his second daughter-in-law, his eyes full of amusement and curiosity, "Yanyan, did you do something?"

Song Yan did not answer, but said calmly: "Grandpa, you will know tomorrow."

Mr. Fu’s birthday is no small matter. When Song Yan woke up the next day, she heard the servants urging to prepare the banquet. She propped herself up from the bed, walked to the closet, picked up a silk robe, walked out of the room, opened the door, and looked at the banquet hall in front of her which had been completely renovated.

The living room of the Fu family was indeed magnificent, but now all unnecessary things had been removed, and seeing that the banquet hall was so large that it could accommodate at least three hundred people, and seeing the servants urging one by one, Song Yan sighed, turned around and was about to go into the house, but was suddenly stopped by Fu Rong, who had already put on the curling iron.

"What are you doing?" Song Yan looked at her sister-in-law with sparkling eyes and a smile on her face. She asked in surprise, "Why don't you let me enter the room?"

"What are you going to do in there? Are you going to sleep again?" Fu Rong looked at Song Yan. Song Yan didn't know what he wanted to do, so he nodded slowly. Song Yan puffed up his little face and pulled her to the room. "Don't go back. Come with me. Let's get ready. Tonight's banquet is your battlefield. We need to find the most suitable armor for you!"

"The banquet is still a few hours away." Song Yan said to Fu Rong angrily that she didn't need to start preparing at seven in the morning. "You don't have to drag me to your room to prepare so early. It's only seven in the morning now?"

Fu Rong was not affected by her words at all, but continued to pull Song Yan and said excitedly, "Sister-in-law, you don't know her. The eldest sister-in-law got up at four in the morning to get ready. Fortunately, you slept for three more hours."

As they were talking, the two came to Fu Rong's room. Song Yan saw Li Wenyi, who looked tired, and she also looked at her. They both sighed at the same time. Today was probably the most difficult day in their lives.