Oh no! His rural wife is sweeter than a peach!

In March, the southern part of the city was still shrouded in cold.

When the deer cried out in the deer basket, the two siblings who came from the south almost froze into idiots.

"Sis, I'm so cold..."

Wearing only thin clothes, Lu Mingshi hunched his neck and hands, and with his lemon-yellow fur, pale and bloodless hair, pointed chin, and thin face, he looked particularly sleazy.

Lu Luozhi couldn't stand it anymore, so she slapped him on the back and ordered him, "Straighten your back. Is it proper for you to be hunched over like this? We're not migrant workers coming to the city."

Lu Mingshi glanced at her up and down, "That's about right."

The siblings' clothes and shoes cost less than 100 yuan each.

Pinduoduo's "poor man's package" includes trousers for 9.9 yuan, shoes for 29.9 yuan, and a cotton-padded coat for 29.9 yuan. The cotton was so matted that it didn't block the wind at all.

I bought a backpack for 19.9 yuan, sat in a hard seat all day, and looked like a migrant worker coming to the city, covered in dust and dirt.

"Sister, we really look like migrant workers."

His words prompted Lu Luozhi to retort irritably, "You are, but I am not."

There was an address on the note her grandmother gave her before she passed away.

The siblings came out of the train station, transferred to the subway, and then spent fifty yuan to take a Didi (ride-hailing service), which almost broke Lu Luozhi's heart.

After going around in circles, they finally arrived at the address.

The luxurious and expensive villas were enough to leave the brother and sister, who came from the countryside, dumbfounded.

"Sister, what if Grandma is talking nonsense and they don't recognize us?"

Lu Mingshi was still very worried about this issue.

After all, who would want to know people as poor as them?

And this looks like a place where rich people live.

The automatic iron gate at the entrance of that mansion next door looks more valuable than the siblings.

A Ferrari just drove out a moment ago.

"Don't worry, Grandma said that if they don't acknowledge it, she will come up here herself to settle accounts with them."

Regarding this point.

Lu Luozhi trusted her grandmother very much.

After all, she was a woman of her word.

Even after death, I will be a ghost who keeps his word.

"We're here, this is it."

When the numbers on the house number matched those on the note, Lu Luozhi exclaimed in delight.

The siblings, with all four eyes, peered over.

This door... looks like it's anything but simple.

It resembled the grand mansions of ancient officials. A towering, double-leafed black wooden door appeared before them, with upturned eaves and lifelike carvings of flowers and birds on the roof.

Extending out from both sides of the gate are equally tall, ancient-style white walls and black tiles, with electric fences strung on top to prevent thieves from entering.

If luxury and wealth had adjectives, then what we see before us is it.

Lu Ming cried out, "Holy crap!" and yelled, "Sis, are you sure you're not mistaken? Is this really the place?"

"Shut up and stop swearing."

Lu Luozhi gave him a look, her expression conveying the message, "If you dare say that again, I'll slap you across the face."

She puffed out her chest again and snorted, "Do you think I'm not good enough for you?"

Lu Mingshi truly lives up to his reputation as the ultimate sibling duo.

Upon hearing her words, he immediately agreed.

"She deserves it! Anyone who dares say my sister doesn't deserve it, I'll twist their head off and use it as a football!"

He had one hand on his hip and the other pointing at the door. His eyes were wide open on his thin face, giving off a fierce look that seemed to say he would bite anyone who dared to say his sister wasn't good enough for him.

"That's fine then."

She waved her hand, "Go, ring the doorbell for me."

"Yes."

The obedient yellow duckling stepped forward on command and powerfully pressed the doorbell of the Ying family mansion.

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Inside the Ying family mansion.

It was evening.

Ying Jishu, the current head of the Ying family, along with his wife Rong Caiyue, were having dinner in the dining room. Also present were their eldest son and his wife, Ying Huayu and Sheng Shuang. A girl in a school uniform was quietly waiting to the side; she was Ying Sangrou, the third daughter of Ying Huayu and Sheng Shuang.

There were five people in total.

There weren't many, but the atmosphere in the living room was unusually quiet, with only the occasional clinking of cutlery.

All five of them strictly adhered to the rule of not speaking while eating or sleeping.

Then, the old butler came in with hurried steps, breaking the tranquility of the dining room.

Nearly eighty years old, Mr. Ying frowned slightly, his gray eyebrows furrowing in displeasure.

"Old Ye, have you forgotten all the rules of this family?"

"Sir, I have something important to tell you, which is why I had to walk a little faster."

Old Ye walked to his side, his expression solemn.

"A brother and sister knocked on the door. They said their surname was Lu and they were looking for you, sir. They said you would see them if you heard that surname."

Someone surnamed Lu?

If it's a common surname, they probably won't bother with it.

They don't need to see just anyone.

But this guy surnamed Lu...

Upon hearing this long-unseen surname, both Mr. and Mrs. Ying, as well as Mr. and Mrs. Ying Huayu, couldn't help but exchange a glance.

Then the four of them looked up at each other meaningfully in mid-air.

Could it be the Lu family?

"Did they say anything else?"

As the old man asked.

"have."

Old Ye quickly spoke up, "They said their grandfather's name was Lu Shi, and their grandmother passed away not long ago. Before she passed away, she gave them a token, telling them to come to the south of the city to find you, sir."

A token!

Upon hearing those two words, the expressions of all four members of the Ying family changed.

It really is that Lu family.

The four of them looked at each other again, bewildered.

Grandpa Ying put down his chopsticks and thought deeply for two seconds.

Finally, a decision was made.

"Please let them in."

"Yes."

Old Ye stepped down.

Ying Huayu asked impatiently, "Dad, why did they suddenly come?"

"What are you here for?"

Old Master Ying stood up, his thin frame hunched over, and straightened his sleeves with an unreadable expression.

"We'll find out what they're here for when we ask them."

He walked towards the reception room, leaning on his cane.

The others, including Madam Ying and Ying Huayu and his wife, quickly followed.

Hopefully, it won't be what they think.