Don't get married if you're reborn.

Chapter 258 The Wicked Stepmother
The old man spoke to Tony Ma on the phone, and after about three to five minutes, Tony Ma called back.

Then, the old man turned to Jack Ma and said, "Just tell him you can't handle this."

Jack Ma was taken aback and asked, "Tony isn't willing to help with such a small thing?"

The old man calmly said, "It was Madam Mu who instructed people to retrieve it. You can just tell him the truth."

Jack Ma seemed thoughtful and said, "But it's just a matter of Tony asking."

The old man said, "I won't help him with this; let's see what he does."

Jack Ma smiled helplessly, then picked up the landline phone on the table and dialed back.

"Mr. Zeng, I'm sorry, I just finished speaking with Tony. He told me that this matter was arranged by Madam Mu, and he can't very well return the number," Jack Ma said apologetically.

"..." Zeng Wenjie fell silent.

Madam Mu, is that Mu Qingyang's stepmother?

Now, he seriously suspects that in his previous life, Mu Qingyang was forced to his death, rather than voluntarily going to the rooftop to shout "Robert"!

"Okay, thank you," Zeng Wenjie said, then hung up the phone.

Mu Qingyang looked at Zeng Wenjie expectantly and asked, "How is it going?"

Zeng Wenjie said, "The other party said they need an opportunity. I'll think of a way, and I'm sure I can help you get it back."

He dared not say that even Jack Ma couldn't help retrieve the QQ account; if he did, Mu Qingyang would be heartbroken!
So, I played it safe and tried to think of a solution.

Upon hearing this, a hint of disappointment flashed in Mu Qingyang's eyes, and he said in a low voice, "I'm sorry to have put you in such a difficult position."

Zeng Wenjie said, "I said I'd get it back for you, and I will. Don't worry!"

Mu Qingyang said, "I don't want to go to class. I want to go back to my dorm and get some sleep and rest."

Zeng Wenjie stared at her for a moment, nodded, and said, "I'll take you back."

The fact that she couldn't get her QQ account back immediately left Mu Qingyang feeling extremely disappointed. That profile picture, which had remained gray forever since that day, was where she placed her emotions.

The sudden loss made her feel as if several colors had been taken away from her world.

Feng Xiao watched the two leave, and gleaned key information from their brief exchange.

Mu Qingyang's mother has passed away, and her QQ account has been reclaimed by Tencent. Zeng Wenjie specifically called Jack Ma to use the favor he had just gained the day before. In the end, Jack Ma actually failed to get it done?!

This was a bit unbelievable to Feng Xiao. If he couldn't even handle such a small matter, was he still Jack Ma?

There's probably something fishy going on inside.

Then, Feng Xiao couldn't help but smile, thinking that the spiritual world of young people was indeed very fragile.

But then she suddenly remembered her own experience and the instantaneous breakdown of her emotions after she accidentally tore the coat.

She knew she was being simplistic; everyone has their own unique spiritual sustenance, and the defenses of one's spiritual world often crumble very suddenly.

“You should get a good night’s sleep and recharge, but I’m a little worried about you,” Zeng Wenjie said.

"It's okay, I won't do anything to upset myself, I'm just very sad." Mu Qingyang lowered her head slightly, covering half of her face with her scarf.

Zeng Wenjie asked, "You guarantee it?"

Mu Qingyang extended her little finger and said softly, "I'll pinky swear with you!"

Zeng Wenjie said, "Then you must get some rest. If you're unhappy about anything, you can call me anytime. Once you've rested, I'll come pick you up and then take you out for hot pot."

Mu Qingyang forced a smile and said, "Alright!"

Zeng Wenjie escorted her to the entrance of the girls' dormitory. Upon seeing Zeng Wenjie, whom he hadn't seen for many days, Grandpa Dong immediately grabbed him by the throat!
"No, no, no, Uncle Dong..." Zeng Wenjie patted his forearm repeatedly to show his surrender.

"I'm asking you, did you also own that Marlenia Gold Shop?" Old Master Dong said fiercely.

“Yes, what’s wrong?” Zeng Wenjie asked.

Grandpa Dong tightened his arms, forming a naked chokehold, and gritted his teeth, saying, "It's all your fault, you bastard, for organizing this lottery event! My wife dragged a bunch of people to participate, and all they got were some eggs, cooking oil, and a few coupons!"

Zeng Wenjie said, "Isn't that great?"

He had already reached for the lighter in his pocket.

Grandpa Dong cursed, "Good my ass! She took five coupons, and then insisted that I buy her some kind of five-piece wedding gift set! She said she married me too early, I don't have any money, she's never received a five-piece set before, and she feels her marriage is unhappy! Damn it, she's almost seventy years old, and she's still spouting this nonsense to me..."

Zeng Wenjie was both amused and exasperated, feeling a bit breathless. He then took out his lighter and burned the back of Grandpa Dong's hand.

"Fuck!"

Grandpa Dong let out a scream, released Zeng Wenjie, and cursed, "You little bastard, I was just joking with you, and you think I'm a rattan armor soldier?!"

Zeng Wenjie hurriedly offered Grandpa Dong a cigarette to quell his anger.

He prepared that five-piece wedding set purely to rip off people who were getting married, never expecting that he would end up ripping off Grandpa Dong!
As I said before, no woman can resist gold, and even a postmenopausal woman is still a woman...

"Damn it, you run a snack shop and make money off my grandson, and you run a gold shop and make money off my wife! Do you know how hard it is for me to be a security guard? I only make 1,200 or 1,300 a month!" Old Dong cursed as he lit a cigarette.

Zeng Wenjie felt guilty because he didn't know if Grandpa Dong's son or daughter-in-law had made any purchases on the online store. Otherwise, he would have really cheated three generations of that family!

Grandpa Dong asked, "Why isn't Xiao Mu going to class? He seems a bit off."

Zeng Wenjie said, "I ran into some trouble and I'm feeling a bit down, so I wanted to come back and rest."

Grandpa Dong then scolded, "Your grandson is so rich, why don't you take her out shopping? Buy her lots of things, and she'll be in a better mood!"

“It’s different.” Zeng Wenjie said, both amused and exasperated.

If this matter can really be resolved with money, then things will be much easier.

But Mu Qingyang's wicked stepmother was clearly determined to remove one of the pillars supporting her mental world.

"I really don't know what Xiao Mu's dad is doing, watching his own daughter get bullied like this! I was thinking of working hard to start a business and gain their approval, but now it seems like approval is a joke. Once I make a lot of money, I'll crush those idiots first." Zeng Wenjie cursed inwardly.

Without further delay, he ran out of the school and first went to the snack shop.

Ye Qiansheng then said, "Oh, so the dog capitalists actually know to come and take a look!"

Zeng Wenjie asked, "How are the Christmas gift packages selling?"

"The effect is not bad, sales are much higher than usual, and many 'simp' men are flocking to it," Ye Qiansheng said.

"Damn it, who are you calling a simp?" A boy was about to enter the store when he heard this and immediately started cursing.

Zeng Wenjie hurriedly said, "He's cursing at me. He can't stand me because I'm always giving Christmas gift bags to girls."

Ye Qiansheng glared and almost cursed back. Ever since Zeng Wenjie's words woke him up, he had become hopelessly addicted to the world of foul language.

"You can scold me, but don't scold the customers! Don't go against the money!" Zeng Wenjie covered Ye Qiansheng's mouth and whispered.

"That's not what you said back then!" Ye Qiansheng said angrily.

Zeng Wenjie immediately asked, "Do you still want to gain Ye Yixuan's approval?!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Qiansheng immediately deflated.

As expected, the foolish little brother still needs to be put down by the aloof queen!
(End of this chapter)