Chapter 581: These People Are Really Playing It Fancy!

Chapter 581: These People Are Really Messed Up!

Xingxing didn’t leave. After all, she was one of the owners too. She watched as the doctor arrived and carried away Wang Jiajia, who was drenched in cold sweat, her dress half-soaked in blood.

Zhou Yunyi stood frozen, looking utterly devastated, and didn’t follow.

Xingxing couldn’t care less about him and was about to leave when Zhou Yunyi suddenly stepped forward and blocked her path.

The manager of Jinxiu Jewelry House took one look and thought, *Holy crap, where did this lunatic come from? How dare he confront our eldest sister-in-law in our own shop!*

With a wave of his hand, several assistants from Jinxiu Jewelry House rushed over, ready to intervene.

Zhou Yunyi seemed oblivious, swaying unsteadily as he stared straight at Xingxing and demanded, “Gong Qingniang… is she really with your brother…?”

Xingxing answered with complete composure: “Yes, Sister Gong is already engaged to my second brother and will soon marry into our family as my second sister-in-law. If you show up then, out of respect for Dowager Marchioness Weibei, I’ll at most throw you out—I won’t break your legs.”

Her tone was gentle and sweet.

Zhou Yunyi was speechless.

Xingxing continued, “Young Master Zhou, when you knelt and begged Dowager Marchioness Weibei to break off the engagement so you could marry Wang Jiajia, weren’t you head over heels? How is it that your love fizzled out so quickly?”

“What do you know?!” Zhou Yunyi roared, his voice low and pained—as if Xingxing had struck a nerve. “…Wang Jiajia, Wang Jiajia, she—!”

His face contorted in disgust.

But Xingxing had no interest in untangling the mess between Zhou Yunyi and Wang Jiajia. She simply said, “That’s all I have to say. If I see you pestering my future sister-in-law again, I really will have someone beat you up!”

Zhou Yunyi’s expression was one of agony, but Xingxing couldn’t care less. She flipped her hair and walked off without a care.

Later, Xingxing learned from the manager of Jinxiu Jewelry House that Wang Jiajia had miscarried. Even more shocking was that Wang Jiajia had *tried to pin the blame on* Gong Qingniang at the clinic, claiming it was Gong Qingniang’s fault for angering her so much that she lost the baby. But Zhou Yunyi had roared back, *Whose kid was it really? You know the truth!*

At those words, Wang Jiajia’s face had turned deathly pale.

The assistant sent by the manager to keep an eye on the situation at the clinic was eating up the drama. He eavesdropped for a long time and managed to piece together the gist of the heated argument between Wang Jiajia and Zhou Yunyi.

After the Marquis of Weibei’s household had expelled Zhou Yunyi, Wang Jiajia seemed to realize that Zhou Yunyi had no money to repay her brother’s gambling debts and began treating him coldly. Later, she reconnected with an old flame—only for Zhou Yunyi to catch them together. That was when Zhou Yunyi realized the child in Wang Jiajia’s belly wasn’t his at all!

That was why Zhou Yunyi had started reminiscing about Gong Qingniang’s virtues, drinking himself into a stupor and pestering her these past few days.

After hearing all this, Xingxing had only one thought—*These people are really messed up!*

Fortunately, Gong Qingniang and Yu Yongbai’s relationship remained completely unaffected. If anything, they grew even sweeter together.

Later, Xingxing also heard that the Marquis of Weibei’s household had shipped Zhou Yunyi off to the army to straighten out. As for the Wang family, debt collectors from the gambling den had come knocking, and Wang Jiajia was married off by her family to a rich old drunk in exchange for a large sum of silver to repay her brother’s debts—but that was a story for another time.

As the weather grew warmer, the fabrics worn by the girls in the capital became lighter and thinner. Everyone loved dressing in light, breezy clothes to admire the wildflowers blooming across the countryside.

Miss Cen, the eldest sister-in-law of the Yu family, had originally planned to take advantage of the fine weather—and the fact that her cousin Song Shouqing was on leave—to bring Xingxing and her cousin for a relaxing outing in the countryside. But as soon as Miss Cen caught a whiff of the tung oil used to repaint the carriage, she was overcome with nausea and couldn’t possibly go out.

Song Shouqing and Xingxing also felt it wouldn’t be proper for them to go alone.

Ever considerate, Xingxing waved it off. “Then let’s wait until Big Sis’s nausea eases up before we go out to play.”

But Ju Geer (lit. ‘Tangerine Boy’), unable to bear seeing Xingxing disappointed, pounded his chest proudly. “What’s the big deal? A few of my buddies and I were planning to head out of the city anyway—we can all go together. The wildflowers outside the city are in full bloom right now. If we wait any longer, we might miss the best of it.”

Xingxing thought that made sense and smiled, her almond-shaped eyes curving. “Alright then, thank you, Ju Geer.”

Ju Geer was quite happy inside, but pretended to grumble a bit: "No sense of seniority! I'm your Fifth Brother, yet you always call me Ju Geer, Ju Geer."

Su Rouer, sitting nearby sewing shoe soles, couldn't help but chuckle at the two children's bickering. She exposed her son's past bluntly: "Ju Geer, you’ve got some nerve saying that. When Xingxing first came to our home, you were so angry and said you didn’t need her as a sister."

Hearing his mother bring up the past, Ju Geer quickly begged for mercy: "Alright, alright, Mom, don’t bring that up. Back then, weren’t you also—"

Before he could finish, Su Rouer threw the unfinished shoe sole at him. If Ju Geer hadn’t dodged quickly, it would’ve hit him square in the face.

"Calling out your own mother? The nerve of you!" Su Rouer scolded. "Xingxing and I have been close for ages now. You’re just asking for a beating!"

Ju Geer stuck his tongue out and dashed off, pulling Xingxing along with him.

Xingxing giggled.

When it was time to set off, Song Shouqing had originally wanted to ride in the carriage with Xingxing. However, among Ju Geer’s group of friends was Wei Zihang, who immediately objected: "Shouqing, we’re all riding horses. Sure, you might not be the best rider, but you’ve got to practice more!"

Song Shouqing grew visibly uncomfortable, worried Xingxing might think poorly of his riding skills. Flushing red, he protested: "My horsemanship is fine! I just wanted to take a break earlier..."

He trailed off, coughing awkwardly. "Alright, alright, I’ll ride!"

Wei Zihang shot Ju Geer a smug look.

Ju Geer rolled his eyes.

Both of them were just hogs trying to snatch his family’s little cabbage—who was any better than the other?

Both were equally insufferable!

In the end, the group of young lads rode their horses, escorting Xingxing’s carriage as they sent her off with much fanfare.

About eighteen li outside the city stood a rest pavilion surrounded by wildflowers. The vibrant blossoms gave the old pavilion special charm.

When Ju Geer and the others arrived, another family was already making tea inside the pavilion.

However, the pavilion was spacious, and it wasn’t uncommon for multiple groups to share it while enjoying the scenery. Ju Geer and Xingxing weren’t picky, so they got down from the carriage to rest and admire the flowers there.

Ju Geer glanced at Song Shouqing, then at Wei Zihang, before narrowing his eyes and plopping himself right next to Xingxing, ensuring no one else could get close.