The boss is coming, the scumbag is going to be in trouble

"Let him wait." Xihe said coldly.

"Master, master said to let Madam go as soon as possible..." The servant didn't know if he had gone crazy, he urged Xihe anxiously.

"Snapped--!"

Xihe slammed the chopsticks in his hand on the table and looked at the servant with a cold face.

"Go tell Feng Qingsong to come see me if he has anything to say."

"Yes, yes, yes..." The servant bowed respectfully to Xihe and ran away with his tail between his legs.

Only after he ran far away did I dare to wipe the sweat from my forehead.

What a sin! When gods fight, mortals suffer!

He ran to the front hall and heard bursts of laughter before he even entered.

He couldn't help but curl his lips, feeling very disdainful of Feng Qingsong's style.

There is also discrimination against the woman. If a woman follows a man home alone, she either has ulterior motives or is ignorant of the ways of the world...

However, these have nothing to do with him anymore. He is just a servant. He hopes that when there is a commotion in the mansion, he, an innocent person, will not be implicated.

He walked quickly into the front hall, looked at the two people at the top who were in an ambiguous atmosphere, and said with his head down, "Master, Madam... Madam is having breakfast. She asked you...she asked you to go to the backyard if you have anything to do..."

"Brother Song..." The woman's soft voice made Feng Qingsong's heart flutter.

"boom--!"

However, when he heard the servant's words, he suddenly felt a surge of anger in his heart. He slammed the table with a loud bang.

"Does she still know the virtues of a woman? Does she know that her husband is her priority?"

"Brother Song, don't be angry. Anger is bad for your health..." Li Piaopiao gently stroked Feng Qingsong's chest, trying to calm his anger.

Feng Qingsong held Li Piaopiao's hand tightly, his eyes cold, and said in a cold voice: "Hurry up and let her come to see me..."

"Yes, yes, I'll go right away..." Xilai was almost crying. What was going on?

However, he couldn't afford to offend either of them, so he could only walk towards the backyard with a bitter face.

When he came in front of Xihe, Xihe had just put down the chopsticks in his hand.

"Greetings, Madam." Xilai bowed respectfully and repeated Feng Qingsong's words.

"Hmph..." Xihe snorted coldly, then stood up and walked towards the door.

Since he is looking for death, I will go and give him some comfort.

Only when Xilai saw Xihe stand up did he breathe a sigh of relief.

"Why are you rushing me so early in the morning? Are you going to die? Do you want your aunt to come and arrange your funeral?" Xihe's words reached Feng Qingsong's ears. He stood up suddenly and glared at the door.

"What did you say, say it again?"

"You're not that old, but your hearing is bad?" Xihe glanced at him coldly, his eyes full of disdain and contempt, and he found a stool and sat down.

"Yin Jinxiu, you are so bold." Feng Qingsong pointed at Xihe and cursed.

His voice was full of anger and dissatisfaction, and he was obviously extremely dissatisfied with Xihe's attitude.

"Stop barking, it hurts my ears." Xihe pretended to pick his ears and said impatiently, "If you have something to say, just stop now!"

"You, you, you..." Feng Qingsong never thought that his wife would speak so rudely.

"Speak or not, if you don't, shut your ass."

"Sister, how can you talk to Brother Song like that?" Before Feng Qingsong could say anything, Li Piaopiao jumped out.

"beat."

As soon as Xihe finished speaking, the little maid behind Xihe rolled up her sleeves without hesitation and hit Li Piaopiao hard in the face.

"Pa pa pa!" The crisp sound of slaps echoed in the room, sounding particularly harsh.

After a few slaps, Li Piaopiao's fair face suddenly turned blue and purple. It was obvious that the little maid used all her strength.

"Stop, stop, who told you to do that?" Feng Qingsong was stunned by the maid's cruelty. When he saw Li Piaopiao's head swollen like a pig, he hurried forward and shouted at the maid.

"I gave in. What's the matter? Are you going to attack me?" Xihe replied coldly.

"You..." Feng Qingsong helped Li Piaopiao sit on the stool and said sternly, "Yin Jinxiu, I didn't expect you to become so cruel. Piaopiao didn't say anything."

"Why did you let someone beat her up?"

"Feng Qingsong, I told you from the moment I met you that I was an orphan."

"Now a woman of unknown origin comes to me, not only calls me sister, but also wants to lecture me. If I don't beat her, who should I beat?" Xihe said impatiently.

"I brought Piaopiao back personally. She will be my co-wife from now on. As the mistress, you must treat her well..."

"Miss Li Piaopiao, tell me where you are from?" Xihe said in a cold voice with a cold face.

"I, I am Brother Song's cousin." Li Piaopiao avoided his gaze and answered quickly while enduring the pain on her face.

"Cousin?" Xi He chuckled, his tone full of disdain: "I'm afraid she's from the fireworks place!"

"You, you are talking nonsense..." Li Piaopiao yelled at Xihe, with obvious panic and anger in her voice.

Her face turned pale in an instant, obviously hurt by Xihe's words.

"Feng Qingsong, I won't live under the same roof with a woman from a brothel." Xihe looked at Feng Qingsong with disdain.

"If you don't want to live under the same roof with me, then leave my house." Feng Qingsong stared at Xihe and said sternly.

"What if I don't leave?" Xihe asked back, with disdain in his eyes.

"Then live in peace with Piaopiao." Feng Qingsong's eyes were full of pride when he heard Xihe's words.

He knew that Yin Jinxiu had no family and she had nowhere to go if she left him.

Xihe also understood his eyes and felt sorry for her original self. She slowly stood up and walked towards Feng Qingsong.

"What do you want to do? Don't you want to beat your husband?" Feng Qingsong questioned Xihe while backing away.

"Yes, you are right." Xihe smiled lightly and stretched out his hand towards Feng Qingsong.

"Bang, bang, bang..." The sound of hands hitting flesh echoed in the room.

"Ahhhh..." Feng Qingsong's screams rang out, and they sounded particularly shrill.

"Bang bang bang..." Xihe's palms kept falling, with increasing force.

"Yin Jinxiu, I hate you. I'm going to sue you in the government for beating your husband..." Feng Qingsong shouted through gritted teeth, her voice filled with anger and pain.

Hearing that Feng Qingsong was still so stubborn, Xihe increased the movement of his hands.

"Ahhh, let me go, let me go..." Feng Qingsong could no longer be tough and he began to shout and beg Xihe.

Xihe ignored his shouting, punched and kicked him again before throwing him to the ground.

"You bad woman, how dare you beat my father? I hate you, I hate you..."

At this moment, a child of seven or eight years old rushed in from outside the door.