Courtyard House: A Start with Black Gold Swallowing 100,000 Silver Dollars

Fortunately, not long after, Young Master Xu wiped his greasy mouth, got up, and strolled leisurely towards the living room.

The clone "Feng Shao" followed closely behind, his eyes scanning left and right.

He encountered two servants dressed in white shirts and black trousers on the way, paused, but ultimately did not draw his gun.

These two witnesses are far too insignificant.

"Big brother!!!"

As soon as I entered the living room, a young woman with exquisite makeup, who was about to leave, called out coldly.

His tone was like reciting a eulogy; he couldn't even be bothered to feign politeness.

Upon seeing his beautiful younger sister, Young Master Xu's pupils suddenly contracted, his Adam's apple bobbed, and his gaze was blatantly fixed on her—it wasn't like looking at a dear sister, but rather like eyeing a piece of fat meat.

Xu Wanqing felt a chill run down her spine, and her stomach churned with acid.

He wouldn't even spare his own sister? He's worse than an animal!

Meanwhile, the clone "Feng Shao" secretly breathed a sigh of relief: It's done.

It's no secret that the brother and sister are outwardly friendly but inwardly estranged. Letting Xu Wanqing see it with her own eyes would be more effective than having ten witnesses, and might even create some unexpected trouble.

In the blink of an eye—

He suddenly drew his gun, the dark muzzle pressed firmly against the back of Xu Gongzi's head.

"You beast! It's one thing for me to find women for you to abuse, but now you've set your sights on my daughter who's not even twelve years old—you deserve to be torn to pieces!" Before he finished speaking, the trigger was already pulled.

"Bang!!!"

The bullet entered through the back of the head and exploded in the forehead, splattering red and white blood.

Young Master Xu collapsed with a thud, and the whole room seemed to awaken from a dream.

Several servants were the first to scream in terror: "Murder—!!!"

Xu Wanqing stood frozen in place, her lips pale and her eyes vacant, as if what she was seeing was just an absurd illusion.

The steward beside her pulled her behind him, his finger trembling as he pointed at Feng Shao: "Steward Feng! You...you mustn't do anything rash!"

"ha!!!"

Feng Shao threw his head back and laughed wildly, his laughter hoarse and manic. His gaze swept over Steward Tong and Xu Wanqing: "I'm acting recklessly?"

"He's about to harm my daughter, and I'm supposed to kneel down and wait for him to spare my life?"

"But...but this is the master's eldest son! You can't lay a hand on him! There's still room for maneuver in your daughter's matter! This shot of yours could bring down the entire clan..." Steward Tong said with a face full of regret, but his words contained a hint of probing.

"I've already made arrangements at home. You don't need to worry about it."

Feng Shao replied coldly.

"You think you can escape?"

Steward Tong's intention was: With the Xu family's immense power, do you think your whole family still wants to live?

Xu Wanqing stood behind, silent, whether out of shock or fear of getting involved in bloodshed, it was unclear.

"I have no intention of running away."

Feng Shao misunderstood, and as he spoke, he abruptly turned the gun around and pressed it against his temple.

"Knock knock knock!!!"

Hearing the noise, the guards outside burst through the door, their boots shaking the floor.

Feng Shao grinned, the gun still pressed against his forehead, and said clearly, "Manager Tong, speaking of which—I actually helped you eliminate a major hidden danger."

"What hidden danger? Stop talking nonsense! I have absolutely nothing to do with you!" Manager Tong's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly distanced himself from the situation.

"Oh……"

"Don't panic. What I'm saying is—this beast has been eyeing the Third Miss for a long time. He's secretly ordered me more than once to find an opportunity to get rid of her, but he just hasn't found one. If he really ruins the Third Miss, tell me, how much of your future will be left?"

"this……???"

Xu Wanqing and Steward Tong both changed color and their breath caught in their throats.

Everyone says that Young Master Xu is a womanizer to the core, but no one expected that he would dare to set his sights on his own sister. He is simply worse than a beast.

As the saying goes, a dying man's words are often true. Since these words came from the mouth of "Feng Shao's" clone, the two of them believed them to a great extent.

Not to mention the way Young Master Xu usually looks at his sister—sticky, burning, and with an undisguised wickedness, just like a hungry wolf eyeing a lamb.

No one can help but believe the shocking secrets revealed by "Feng Shao".

"The cellar of that house at No. 136 Qingpu Hutong is full of his misdeeds. Go see for yourselves."

boom--!

Before he could finish speaking, a gunshot rang out. "Feng Shao" raised his hand and fired a shot, cleanly and decisively sending himself to his death.

Xu Wanqing and Steward Tong stood quietly in place, staring at the still-warm corpse on the ground, remaining silent for a long time.

My heart felt like it was stuffed with a tangled mess: there was shock, there was sighing, but the strongest feeling was the relief of letting out a sigh of relief.

Young Master Xu, that malignant tumor, has finally rotted away and fallen to the ground, no longer able to stir up any trouble.

Needless to say, the Xu family was subsequently thrown into chaos.

With Miss Xu Wanqing and Steward Tong testifying on the spot, no one suspected anyone else.

The Xu family rushed to Qingpu Hutong to investigate, but the moment they pushed open the cellar door, they froze on the spot—

On the iron shelves, in the glass jars, in the hidden compartments... all were "collections" that made one's scalp crawl.

To silence public opinion, the Xu family only announced that their young master had suddenly fallen ill and died.

The Feng family naturally could not escape being purged, but when the Xu family stormed in with murderous intent, the house was already empty and the stove was cold, not even a hair was left behind.

Li Wenguo was always extremely secretive in his dealings. If Feng Shaozhen hadn't paved the way for his family's escape before taking action, how could he have left so cleanly?

It turns out that the night before the operation, "Feng Shao" had already impersonated him and persuaded his close relatives to leave one by one, fleeing far away overnight.

As for whether they will be caught in the future, that depends on whether God will spare their lives.

At this point, Young Master Xu, this venomous snake, had his spine completely broken.

"Meijing, you're back!"

When Xu Meijing got off work and opened the door, her cousin, Mr. Xu, was waiting at the door with a smile on his face.

She didn't even lift her eyelids, only glancing at him indifferently, her lips pressed tightly together: "Yes. Is there something you need, cousin?"

"Oh dear, Uncle Ji is sick, so I've come to visit him."

When Young Master Xu received the news of the death and saw that the Xu family had covered it up so tightly, his heart sank.

Although it was said to be an illness, he had been with Young Master Xu for many years and knew better than anyone how robust the man was—it was impossible for him to just collapse like that.

Furthermore, given that Young Master Xu had previously laid a hand on Li Wenguo... this whole affair is chilling no matter how you look at it.

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. The more frightened he became, the more he felt that Li Wenguo was unfathomable, like a black mountain pressing down on his head, making it hard to breathe.

Now, who has any desire to compete? They'd rather avoid it, and ideally, even gain some favor in the process.

So he started visiting frequently, bringing boxes of health supplements and piling up gift boxes in the entryway, hoping that his "future brother-in-law" would be lenient and let him off the hook.

"Oh, you've finished watching?"

Xu Meijing's tone was as flat as a dry well.

"I've finished watching! Cousin Meijing, I'm going back now. I'll come back to chat with Uncle Ji later."

He had already figured out that Xu Meijing didn't care about him, and that staying any longer would be torture, so he turned around and was about to leave.

Just before leaving, he took the brocade box from Defu and, without a word, stuffed it into Xu Meijing's hand: "Your wedding is next month, consider this a congratulatory gift. I'm leaving!"

Before he finished speaking, he and Defu had vanished without a trace.

"Tsk, did the sun rise in the west today?"

Xu Meijing went back to her room, opened the box, and stared blankly at the heavy four-piece gold set inside.

Heft it, it weighs at least ten pounds.

The money I exchanged is enough to buy half a house.

"Hmph, only a fool would refuse something given away for free."

Although she couldn't figure out whether her cousin's enthusiasm was genuine or not, it didn't stop her from accepting it all.

After putting the box away, she turned around to change her clothes.

"Phew—that feels much better."

She let out a long sigh of relief as she untied the layers of her tightly bound bodice.

The originally flat outline suddenly bulged and stood up, while the waist became even more slender, looking from a distance like tender branches supporting two plump peaches.

If Li Wenguo were to witness this scene, he would probably lean against the wall and sigh: "You've kept this from me for so long!"

……

"Sigh, I really don't understand why it looks so fierce..."

"I wear it every day, and it hurts my bones."

She rubbed her chest, which felt stuffy, and muttered to herself while frowning.

It turns out that his flat figure was the result of daily, forced posture.

Indeed, how could a girl as beautiful as Mavis Hee let this "burden" ruin her image?

But she didn't know—

If Li Wenguo ever discovers the truth, this marriage contract will likely become a real marriage.

Xianglan has finally finished her postpartum confinement.

Today I made a special trip to the hair salon to get the hottest trend of lazy big waves, and I also put on a bright red lipstick that was as shiny as a freshly picked cherry. I wore a fitted cheongsam with the fabric stretched just right, and the slit was so high that it almost touched my hip bone. I wore a pair of matte black pointed high heels, and every step I took exuded a seductive charm.

She had a nursing baby in her arms, yet her figure swayed gracefully, her voluptuousness exuding an irrepressible allure. She was like a ripe peach, juicy and fragrant.

She's perfectly positioned at the most alluring point of a young woman's charm.

At the dinner table, Li Wenguo's gaze was fixed on Xianglan, burning with intensity, and he didn't look away for an inch.

Actually, you can't blame Xianglan for putting so much effort into dressing herself up.

In terms of looks, Hongyu was three times more beautiful than her;

In terms of demeanor, He Shuting is gentle and graceful like a scholar, while Dong Haitang is dignified like celadon. Either of them has a more sophisticated air about them than He Shuting.

All she can rely on is her physical appearance, which she must make as vibrant as possible—a little more intense, a little more glamorous, a little more wild—so that she won't be outshone. At least in this silent competition, she has to be eye-catching, striking, and memorable.

But such a ostentatious appearance is bound to make people uncomfortable.

"They're all family members, why go to so much trouble?"

"I'm not a heartless person. I know who's good and who's bad."

He Shuting spoke first, her tone light and airy, but her words were like icicles.

Logically speaking, she was a well-educated young lady who had followed the rules and regulations, and she was always gentle in speech and never argumentative.

Ke Xianglan came from a brothel, and now she's dressed like this—low neckline, tight waist, legs swaying wildly—clearly trying to disrupt the family's order. As the head housekeeper and mistress, she saw it all and couldn't tolerate it.

"Some people, lacking a solid foundation, love to exert themselves in crooked ways—isn't that just blatantly trying to seduce others?"

The moment Hongyu uttered those words, the sourness almost solidified into mist.

She noticed the way Li Wenguo was staring at Xianglan, so intently that he forgot to eat, and her heart felt a tightness in her chest.

Although she entered the household later, she believed that her eyes were more expressive and her voice more melodious. After entering the mansion, she was favored every night, and Li Wenguo was too lazy to even change the place of his pillow.

Now that Xianglan is taking advantage of her pregnant belly and limited mobility, she's making a big show of herself. What else could this be but stealing a spot?

Whoever is favored will have more land, shops, and gold bars allocated to their child in the future.

What mother doesn't want to give her child a lot of solid skills?

This is perfectly natural.

As Xianglan listened to the two men's barrage of words, feeling outnumbered and outmatched, her eyes immediately reddened, and her lips pursed, making her look like a frightened little sparrow, pleadingly looking at Li Wenguo, waiting for him to say something to protect her.

What the hell!!!

Are you guys just itching for a fight, choosing this moment to start?

Li Wenguo's head was buzzing.