Long Live the Mad Wife!

Chapter 17

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Chapter 17

Everyone within the estate had gone over to put out the fire.

The three maids following Feng Chuge were no exception.

Feng Chuge did not leave. She merely laid down on her bed and waited quietly.

All of a sudden, a silhouette flashed past her doors.

The silhouette moved very swiftly. With a flash, she conveniently forced in smoke from the edge of the window.

Feng Chuge leaned against the bed and slightly smiled when she identified what the smoke was.

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You intend to deal with me with such a simple drug? I stopped playing with these types of toys as early as four years ago!

However, she did not react any differently, but instead played along by fainting.

The person from outside thought it was about time, and pushed the door open. She propped her up, flew across the skies, and headed in a certain direction…

In one of the main courtyards of the Feng Residence, Feng Chuge, who lost consciousness, was seated on a chair. Feng Qianxue looked at her and sneered.

“Oh hey, Feng Chuge… take a look. In the end, aren’t you going to marry that idiot? A wastrel is indeed a wastrel… What value could you possibly have to give to others?

“However, don’t you worry. I will transform you beautifully today. After tonight’s wedding, you will be greeted by your husband’s corpse. You can continue to pass your days while holding onto your husband’s corpse…”

When she thought of Feng Chuge’s future miserable days, she felt increasingly carefree deep down.

She opened the rouge box with the intention to put on makeup for Feng Chuge. However, she was completely unaware that Feng Chuge’s eyebrows had twitched.

Feng Chuge suddenly opened her eyes. Within her deep eyes, a cold expression was revealed.

She leaped forward and gave her a chop, causing Feng Qianxue to lose consciousness and fall to the ground.

Feng Chuge stood up and looked at Feng Qianxue collapsed on the group before clapping her hands.

“Feng Qianxue, it would honestly be a loss for you to miss out on your own game.”

Feng Chuge fished out a pill from her waist and directly fed Feng Qianxue.

After which, she clapped her hands once again. Zilan and Biluo pushed the door open and entered from outside.

“You two, help her with some good-looking makeup… Or maybe it’s best if it looks a bit frightening…”

Zilan and Biluo received the order. One started to dress Feng Qianxue in the red wedding gown while the other was responsible for her makeup.

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In less than half an hour, everything was complete.

Following that, Feng Chuge and her group immediately left the room, leaving behind a red-robed woman leaning against the chair without the slightest movement.

The next day, when the skies were about to glow with light…

Feng Chaoyang led two servants and carried the woman inside the room on a sedan chair. Throughout the entire process, he had not taken a glimpse at the face beneath the headdress.

It wasn’t that he did not wish to, but instead, he dared not.

He feared that he would recall Feng Chuge’s maliciousness when he saw her face and imagine her revenge against him in the future.

Alas, the woman dressed in the red wedding robe was carried on the sedan chair, heading for the Yun Family.

The sedan chair left and there were a group of people from the Feng Family playing musical instruments while they walked.

Feng Chaoyang looked at them and he was clearly in a great mood.

Judging from the time, the sedan chair had most probably reached the Yun Family.

“Master Feng seems to be in a great mood after marrying his daughter away. Unfortunately, I overslept a little and didn’t manage to join the crowd.” Just as Feng Chaoyang was secretly pleased deep down, a sudden clear voice sounded from behind.

Following the sound, the smile on Feng Chaoyang’s face stiffened.

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