1852: Doubt

Doubt

"What status can she have? She's back in the Qu family just for Qu family's wealth. To Madam Zhang, is there anything more exciting than this fortune?"1

Old lady Qu did not believe Zhang Manhua's claim that she did not care about the Qu family's assets. She merely looked at her with disdain and continued, "Madam Zhang, what do you think?"

"Old lady Qu, aren't you being too extreme?"

Father Ji looked at Old lady Qu and snorted. His eyes were cold and gentle. "It seems like you really don't know who Madam Zhang is."

"Who could she be? Could she be a relative of the royal family?"

Old lady Qu chuckled as she looked at Zhang Manhua mockingly.

She had worked hard to protect them for so many years. No matter what, she would not let Zhang Manhua and Pei Ge, who had been chased away by her for so many years, have everything they had now. No matter what Old master Qu decided, as long as she did not agree, he would not be able to achieve his goal.

As long as she did not agree, no one would take away everything that she had worked so hard for.

"Eh? Old lady Qu is right. However, my in-law is not a relative of our country. As for which country she is from, I'm afraid I can only tell you guys about it when I receive the finale guest today."

He smiled at Zhang Manhua, who was standing not far away, who was looking in his direction. "Old Master Ji, are you going to fetch Charles?"

"Yes, I followed Mr. Charles back from overseas."

He smiled and replied, "That's why, countess, why would you be interested in the Qu family's assets?"

Zhang Manhua stood at the same spot, her face slightly red. She was originally dressed to the nines tonight but because of this exciting news, her shock became even more obvious. Even Pei Ge, who was standing beside her, could feel the happiness around her.

"Mom, we didn't know that Uncle Charles came to China. He said he didn't come back for you. I don't believe it."

"No, I just found out."

Zhang Manhua crossed her arms and looked in the direction of the door. She could tell how much she was looking forward to Charles' appearance. She was blushing and the anticipation in her eyes was similar to that of the woman beside her. However, there was more longing in her eyes.

After returning to the country for such a long time, she had been staying in the house with Qu Xiujie and Butler Charlie for a long time and almost forgot that she was still Charles' wife.

The footsteps at the door were getting closer and closer. Zhang Manhua could even hear her own heartbeat. In this luxurious birthday party, her gaze was only on Charles, who was approaching her.

That familiar face, that familiar smell, that familiar feeling, everything seemed to be a pleasant surprise. Everything was within Zhang Manhua's expectations.

"Madam, I'm here."

Charles smiled like a ruffian. At first, Butler Charlie, who was standing behind Zhang Manhua, saw Charles walking over and quickly walked up to him. He acted following the royal family etiquette. "Earl, you're here."

"Hello, Charlie. Have you taken care of my wife?"

Charles smiled at the guests who were looking at him curiously and waved his hand. "Hello, everyone."

"Earl Charles, it turns out that my father was unwilling to return to the country because this good friend of yours has always been by my father's side."

Ji Ziming walked forward and looked at Charles' blue eyes respectfully. His cold aura suddenly appeared.

"Hello, Mr Ji. I've heard some amazing stories about you from your father when I was overseas. As the leader of the business world, you're really a decent person. As a husband, you're truly an outstanding husband. I really admire you!"

Charles took her mother's hand and smiled appreciatively at him.

"Madam, you haven't seen me for so many days. Did you miss me?"

Charles lowered his head and planted a light kiss on Zhang Manhua's forehead. The gasps of the female guests present could be heard.

"Old master Ji, this is?"

Old master Qu walked down from the stage and looked at him in confusion.

"Earl Charles is the most respected person in the royal family of England. My in-law is his wife, so Old master Qu, isn't it a little abrupt for you to send all the Qu family's assets to my in-law and Ge Ge?"

Ji Ziming's father looked at Old master Qu with disdain. The elders in the capital who knew about what happened back then knew that Old lady Qu was not the real Old lady Qu.

It was just the most obvious way for a mistress to get to the top. However, Old master Qu noticed everything yet did nothing.

Most likely, everyone present knew about the incident when Zhang Manhua's mother left the Qu family.

At this moment, Old lady Qu, who was standing in the dark, felt puzzled. The effect of the medicine that she had given was about to take effect. Why did Old master Qu not seem to have any effect at all? He was even more energetic than before.

Just as she was feeling puzzled, Qu Xiujie walked up to the music stage and snatched the microphone from Old lady Qu. "Old lady Qu, are you wondering why the medicine you drugged the old man has yet to take effect?"

"What nonsense are you spouting? Why would I drug the old master?"

Old lady Qu quickly denied it as she looked at Old lady Qu who was standing on the stage. Her heart was filled with hatred. If this man knew this earlier, he would have sent her to that woman's side back then. He would not have been soft-hearted and left her by his side to suffer like a time bomb.

"Oh? Do you dare to swear to the heavens that you didn't drug the old man's tea? As long as it's a chronic drug, there's no way it can't be detected."

Qu Xiujie raised his brows and shouted even louder when he saw the guests turn to look in Old lady Qu's direction. "Old lady Qu, in your heart, it's probably not as simple as drugging the old man, right?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Am I that kind of person?"

Old lady Qu was so angry that her face turned red. When she saw the guests turning to look at her, she felt as though she was in the spotlight of an operating room.

"Don't you know that I'm not spouting nonsense?"

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