Chapter 233 : How Are You Talking to Your Aunt Like That
Chapter 233: How Are You Talking to Your Aunt Like That!
Guard day and night as you will—it's the thieves within your own house that are the hardest to guard against.
Mrs. Cheng had a little chat with her daughter last night and more or less figured out what had happened. Naturally, she also knew exactly how the liquor in her husband’s wine cabinet had gone missing.
As a woman herself, Mrs. Cheng understood women’s thoughts all too well. Her daughter wasn’t even married yet, and she already dared to take things from home. Once she got married, her maiden home would definitely become her personal supply depot.
She knew this routine like the back of her hand. Back when she and Liu Zhengyuan had just gotten married, their conditions weren’t great. She often went back to her parents’ place to “stock up,” plundering the house like invaders raiding a village.
So when her own daughter unlocked the same “ability,” Mrs. Cheng wasn’t the least bit surprised. She even helped her daughter pack up the goods herself.
Things from the maiden home were meant to be moved. That’s what the maiden home was for. If you didn’t move stuff out, how could the small household survive?
In Mrs. Cheng’s eyes, her daughter had probably just awakened this “trait” and still felt a little shy about it. Back in her own day, she never hesitated—no fruit, vegetable, rice, or grain was safe from her whenever she returned home.
Later, whenever she came back, her parents would get headaches the moment they saw her. Fortunately, as Liu Zhengyuan’s business grew, her parents were finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.
Of course, they hadn’t invested in vain. Once the business took off and their conditions improved, all the expenses for her parents’ retirement, hospital stays, and house renovations were paid by their son-in-law, Liu Zhengyuan. He was far more reliable than their own son.
So, in Mrs. Cheng’s eyes, this was all a necessary investment. To gain, one must first give—no pain, no gain.
Of course, the most important thing was that her daughter, during this little plundering, hadn’t touched any of her things. Otherwise, she would have exploded long ago. Taking your father’s stuff—fine, she wouldn’t lecture. But if her daughter dared to touch her belongings, she’d tan her hide raw.
“Wait, where’s my car? Where’s my Maybach?” Liu Zhengyuan went out for a look, then came back yelling.
Mrs. Cheng replied calmly, “Our daughter drove it out this morning!”
“There were supplements in that car—cordyceps and such—I was going to give those away! Doesn’t she have her own car?” Liu Zhengyuan asked in disbelief.
Mrs. Cheng tried to hold back a laugh. She fanned herself with a Gong Fan, smiling as she said, “It’s fine. You were going to give them away anyway. Your daughter just helped you do it a bit earlier. She saw the goods right there in your car—why wouldn’t she take it? If there was nothing inside, do you think she’d drive yours? It’s not like she doesn’t have her own car.”
Liu Zhengyuan: ???
“What a bandit! No one told me daughters did this sort of thing!”
Hearing that, Mrs. Cheng patted her husband’s shoulder and laughed. “Of course someone did—I told you long ago! Relax, this day was bound to come sooner or later. This is just the beginning.”
Liu Zhengyuan:
Meanwhile, at Qinghe Village, inside the Lin family’s small courtyard, four people were gathered around barbecue and beer, the atmosphere lively and full of laughter.
Of course, the ones enjoying the fun were Liu Rushuang, Su He, and his father. As for Lin Mo, he was sitting miserably in front of the grill, tending to chicken wings for the three of them.
“Little brother~ no chili for me, just extra cumin,” Liu Rushuang said with a bright smile, holding up a skewer of meat.
Su He chimed in, “Little brother, make mine extra spicy—more, a lot more!”
As for Comrade Old Lin, his face was as red as a beet. Clearly, the alcohol had kicked in.
“Hey, son, hurry up and grill properly for your two sisters. Watch the fire, don’t burn it, you hear?” Old Lin slurred as he spoke.
Hearing that, Lin Mo rolled his eyes. “Seriously? Just one bottle and you’re done for?”
“Got it, eat your food!” he muttered.
Seeing his expression, Liu Rushuang chuckled, covering her mouth. Then she lifted her paper cup and smiled. “Come, Uncle, let me toast you again. I’ll finish this one!”
With that, she downed the remaining third of her baijiu in one go, her face calm and completely unflushed.
Old Lin couldn’t help giving her a thumbs-up. “Impressive, truly impressive! A heroine among women! In all my years, I’ve never seen a girl drink like this.
Not like my boy here—two bottles of beer and he’s already down for the count!”
“No problem, then I’ll drink more with you today,” Liu Rushuang said, grinning.
Old Lin laughed heartily. “Alright! I’m happy today, let’s drink more!”
But soon he realized he’d been tricked. The girl in front of him might look gentle and sweet, but her drinking was relentless—cup after cup, with no sign of slowing.
Ten minutes later, Old Lin felt like a rookie in front of her. He was wobbling in his chair, his eyes shifting from shocked to admiring, and with a thick tongue, he slurred, “Slower, slower… Uncle can’t keep up. You drink too well! If only you were my daughter!”
Hearing that, Liu Rushuang’s face lit up. “Then just treat me as your daughter! Come, your daughter toasts you again!”
Old Lin looked at the cup in front of him, gritted his teeth, stomped his foot, and matched her drink.
Half an hour later, Lin Mo stared, dumbfounded, at Rushuang Empress. He had never known this woman could hold her liquor like this.
All this time, he’d never realized she could drink his father under the table—to the point where the old man had switched to beer instead.
“Girl, I admit defeat,” Old Lin said, leaning on the table and giving a shaky thumbs-up.
Liu Rushuang grinned. “Brother Lin, we’re just getting started! Nephew, pour another for your Uncle Lin!”
Su He: …
Lin Mo: …
“Hey, don’t you think you’re going too far?”
One look at Liu Rushuang’s calm face and clear eyes told him she was completely fine. Obviously, she was taking advantage of the situation!
But before he could finish speaking, Old Lin slammed the table. “How are you talking to your aunt like that!”
Lin Mo: …
“Dad, did you drink fake liquor? Wake up a bit!”
“Nonsense! It’s 1573, Guo Guo Jiao—you’ve never heard of it? Come on, I’m drinking with your aunt—your aunt…”
Before his father could finish, Lin Mo quickly stood up, grabbed him, and helped him back to the main room, where he laid him down on the bed.
No way he could leave in that state. Let the old man sleep it off first.
When Lin Mo came back out, Liu Rushuang was laughing heartily. Seeing him, she said, “Come on, let’s hear you call me ‘Aunt.’”
Su He covered her face with one hand, unable to watch any longer. She already regretted bringing Liu Rushuang along. Who could have expected this wild woman to get her second uncle-in-law drunk like that?
Good thing they hadn’t sworn siblinghood yet—otherwise the family hierarchy would’ve been a complete mess.
Whether Lin Mo and Liu Rushuang ended up together or not didn’t matter, but she herself couldn’t stand being demoted a whole generation lower for no reason!
Just moments ago, she’d been planning to have Liu Rushuang call her “Cousin,” and now—boom—super combo level up.
“Call you what? Aunt? Who do you think you are, the Dragon Maiden?” Lin Mo scoffed.
At that, Liu Rushuang touched her chin and said, “Not impossible. Why, do you want to be Yang Guo?”
Lin Mo snorted. “Yang Guo my ass. I’m Yin Zhiping!”
Liu Rushuang spat, “Shameless! Niece, beat him up!”
Su He added, “I can confirm—his name’s Lin Mo, courtesy name Zhiping, title White Dragon Knight.”
Liu Rushuang: …