The passers-by are vicious

"How could that be? You are also the master of this house. It would be best if you could come back."

Mrs. Cui forced a smile, but she was very reluctant in her heart, but her opinion was not important.

In front of Cui Xiong, she didn't dare show any unwelcome expression.

Jiang Wanwan just raised her chin and nodded, then wandered around the living room, shaking her hair, as if patrolling her territory.

After all, she had moved out for a long time, and now when she returned home, everything felt a little strange.

Jiang Wanwan carefully observed the surrounding environment and discovered many subtle changes.

Especially when she saw a portrait of Mrs. Cui hanging on the wall, she couldn't help but frown. She felt it was ugly. She did not hide her disgust for the painting and said with a pout: "This painting is so ugly, take it down quickly!"

Hearing her words, a servant immediately stepped forward and carefully took down the portrait.

Sister Cui noticed these actions, especially when she saw her favorite portrait, which represented her official entry into Qingnantai, placed on the wall. Her originally kind face changed color instantly: "Sister-in-law...what do you mean by this?"

Then, Mrs. Cui shouted at the servants, "Why don't you hang it up quickly!"

However, to her dismay, the servants remained indifferent and even carried the portrait away.

Mrs. Cui could no longer suppress her emotions. Her face twisted slightly and she asked in a questioning tone, "Why did you take down my portrait?"

Jiang Wanwan raised her eyelids lazily and waved at the servants, signaling them to continue.

Then, she replied indifferently, "Because I don't like this painting. Previously, it was Monet's Water Lilies hanging here."

"Since you think it's ugly, you should change it back to its original state."

The housekeeper also interjected at the right time: "This painting of Water Lilies was a coming-of-age gift given to the eldest lady by the previous president. It has been hanging here all along."

Mrs. Cui was suddenly speechless. She understood what this sentence meant. Besides, she was just an outsider. Jiang Wanwan had no blood relationship with the Cui family, so what qualifications did she have to show off in front of her?

After all, she had given birth to a child for the Cui family and was Cui Xiong's legitimate wife.

But Mrs. Cui knew Jiang Wanwan's position in the Cui family and could not refute it.

Only after seeing the water lilies hung up again did Jiang Wanwan nod and feel pleased.

Then she walked towards the fish tank opposite the door of the living room and looked at the fish swimming in it, Jiang Wanwan raised her eyebrows.

"This is Madam's favorite Raphael." The housekeeper came over.

When Jiang Wanwan heard that it was Mrs. Cui's favorite, her originally indifferent expression immediately changed.

She asked someone to bring a bag of fish food. Jiang Wanwan looked at the fish swimming in it and poured all the canned fish food in her hand into the bag. She smiled lightly and spoke in a cheerful tone.

"Since we have it, how can we not feed it? Look how skinny it is. Little fish, eat it slowly."

The housekeeper did not stop Jiang Wanwan's actions. She just looked at the fish tank filled with fish food and the fat fish happily eating the fish food. She smiled and said, "Miss, you are right. Raphael is indeed a little too thin. He should eat more."

…………

A grand funeral was being held in Qingnantai at this time. All the people attending the funeral were dressed in black and stood quietly on both sides of the road. They had solemn expressions and did not say a word. The whole scene was extremely solemn.

The host on the stage had a sad expression on his face and said in a low voice: "Please everyone observe three minutes of silence to express our deepest respect and condolences to the deceased."

Then he said, "Now, please come forward in turn to lay flowers and bid farewell to Raphael."

As the funeral music sounded, people began to gently throw the white flowers in their hands into the pool, splashing water, as if it was the final farewell to life.

At this moment, Jiang Wanwan, who was resting in the room, naturally heard the noise coming from outside.

She curiously pulled open the curtains and looked at the scene outside the window. The corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise slightly, revealing a faint smile.

"A fish actually had such a solemn funeral. Sister Cui really opened my eyes!"

Her smile became even bigger, especially when she saw that Mrs. Cui had even called her own children to attend the funeral.

From a distance, I saw Mrs. Cui wearing a black hat, with a sad face and a heavy heart standing there, and suddenly a sense of evil taste surged in my heart.

Just as everyone bowed their heads in silence, a crisp "da da" sound suddenly came from the door of the villa. The sound was as pleasant as the sound of a spring dripping, but it seemed particularly abrupt in this silent atmosphere.

Everyone raised their heads and looked in the direction where the sound came from.

Jiang Wanwan was seen walking out in a red dress and red high heels, with bright lipstick on her lips. She walked gracefully and was extremely beautiful.

Jiang Wanwan took the rose and walked to the transparent cabinet where the fish's corpse and portrait were placed. She sneered, "Hello, Raphael, - fish."

Her laughter echoed in the air, carrying a hint of sarcasm and contempt, even a bit of disdain for the funeral being held.

In the bewildered eyes of everyone, she threw the rose in her hand into the pool. Her red skirt spun along the way, like a beautiful rose. There was even a sneer on her charming face.

Just when everyone thought she was about to leave, Jiang Wanwan suddenly stopped, turned around and walked straight to the transparent box on the table, which contained the fish carcass.

She opened the lid without hesitation, took out the lighter, and threw it into the box in the astonished eyes of everyone.

In an instant, the flames were burning and the aroma of grilled fish quickly filled the entire yard.

Mrs. Cui, who had originally had a solemn expression on her face, was stunned for a moment, while the other bodyguards, maids and group employees who came to attend the fish funeral all lowered their heads, but their shoulders could not help but tremble slightly.

“Since it’s already dead, we can’t just keep it in a box. We should at least cremate it.” Jiang Wanwan clapped her hands lightly and laughed sweetly.

Then, she threw the cooked fish in the box onto the ground. At this moment, the police dog led by the bodyguard immediately came forward and ate up all the grilled fish thrown on the ground.

Cui Nanzhu, who was also called and was standing not far away, watched Jiang Wanwan's series of actions quietly.

A smile flashed in his beautiful peach blossom eyes, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily curled up to reveal a faint smile, his voice was both bewitching and seductive.

By the time Mrs. Cui reacted, her face had turned black. She looked at Raphael, who was standing in front of her with only fish bones left under the dog's mouth, and her eyes towards Jiang Wanwan were as sharp as a knife.

He felt that his face was trampled under the feet of Jiang Wanwan in front of so many people. His lips trembled with anger, and he even cursed out vulgar words without caring about etiquette. "Xiba!"

But Mrs. Cui was helpless about what Jiang Wanwan did. If it were anyone else, she would have had them arrested on the spot. However, Jiang Wanwan's identity was different and she couldn't do anything about it.

She could only swallow her anger and watch Jiang Wanwan return to the villa in her red dress, even raising her arms to applaud as she turned around.

As if receiving Jiang Wanwan's instruction, the host on the stage coughed twice and said, "The funeral is over, applause." Then he took the lead in clapping, and the others who were standing in rows on both sides of the pool immediately followed suit.

The applause resounded through the courtyard, and Mrs. Cui's already ugly face turned blue. Seeing her mother so angry, Cui Shimei couldn't help but rush to the podium and shouted into the microphone, "Ah, stop it!"

Unfortunately, Jiang Wanwan didn't tell anyone to stop, so the others naturally didn't dare to stop and continued to applaud.

This is the power. The chaebols in Seoul control everything, and Jiang Wanwan, who owns the largest shares in Shenhua Group in Seoul, has a status that is self-evident.

One look or one movement from her can influence the atmosphere and direction of the entire scene.

What's more, most of the servants at Qingnantai have been working here for many years, and some of them even started serving Jiang Wanwan when she was a child.

Naturally, I know that Jiang Wanwan’s words are the most important.