A Useless Person's Rise to Power: The Demon King's Addiction to Pampering

No wonder she said that about him; this man really seemed more like her father... If he looked like it, he was probably even a few years older than her father.

"You, you wicked woman, how dare you speak to me like that!" The old man trembled with rage.

Feng Jiutian glanced at the old man, snorted a cold laugh, walked to the pillar, and pulled out the hairpin that had penetrated deep into the wood.

Seeing that there were still bloodstains on it, I felt a little disgusted, so I grabbed a piece of cloth and wiped it carefully.

"You little slut! Come here right now!"

The old man was so angry at her appearance that his hands trembled.

A maidservant immediately stepped forward to support him, whispering words of comfort. The man patted the maidservant's hand, his eyes filled with relief.

Feng Jiutian raised an eyebrow. It seemed this old man was having an affair with even the maid.

"Feng Jiutian".

The old man cleared his throat, seemingly trying to appear more serious; "If you come with me to the government office this time, I won't make things difficult for the Feng family, how about it?"

Feng Jiutian scoffed, clearly seeing disgust in the man's eyes. She fiddled with the hairpin in her hand for a while before looking up and speaking.

“Send me back to the Feng family and write a letter of divorce.”

Yes, she wants to go back and make those who have inflicted all kinds of humiliation on this body experience what hell on earth is like!

Feng Jiutian originally intended to let this old man go.

To everyone's surprise, the old man's eyes widened as soon as Feng Jiutian said this, and he said it in a way that could be described as sarcastic.

"Feng Jiutian, you think you can finally hold your head high when you get back? Haha, you think too highly of yourself! Do you think you married me? Why don't I even have the interest to touch you? Heh, you'll only live in my courtyard for the rest of your life! Or you'll end up in prison..."

"We'll see what happens later," Feng Jiutian said coldly, no longer in the mood to listen. She approached the man step by step.

"I'm asking you one last time, are you going to take me home or not? Are you going to write a divorce agreement or not?"

The old man sneered dismissively.

But just as he was about to say something, a cold, sharp object was pressed against his neck.

"How about it? Want to consider it?"

Feng Jiutian chuckled softly, his voice sounding like the whisper of a demon from hell.

The old man stared intently at her with wide eyes, but when he met Hua Ziyao's gaze, a chilling sense of crisis suddenly overwhelmed him.

My body trembled involuntarily.

"I...I promise you, please...please take this thing away!" he stammered.

Seeing that he agreed, Feng Jiutian then raised a cold smile and put away the hairpin.

But just then...

She suddenly felt something moving behind her.

Feng Jiutian quickly turned around and knocked the dagger that was pressed against his chest away.

The slave who had tried to launch a sneak attack instinctively took two steps back, stammering, "N-no, it wasn't me..."

As Feng Jiutian approached step by step, the stuttering slave wanted to explain something, and even had an urge to run away, but his legs felt weak and he couldn't move.

Upon hearing this, Feng Jiutian shifted his gaze to the old man's face, which was frighteningly sinister.

"You gave the order?"

Before the old man could answer, the servant suddenly knelt on the ground and kowtowed twice in a mournful voice.

"Master, this is what you ordered me to do. I have a family to take care of. Please save me, please save me..."

"You, you, get out of my way!"

Caught off guard by the sudden cry for help, the old man felt even more embarrassed when he looked up and met Feng Jiutian's cold and mocking eyes. He then kicked the servant away.