Cannon-Fodder Heiress Turns the Tables by Fortune-Telling-Chapter 945 - 943: So Much for Keeping a Low Profile? (2nd Update)
Earlier there was no wind, and the leaves of the big tree hardly moved. Now there is wind, yet the leaves of the big tree seem welded solid.
If the big tree were a person, right now, it would be sweating profusely.
At this moment, sounds could be heard from the front gate as several people came in, and Yun Ran’s gaze finally shifted away.
The tree breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that this human was indeed somewhat frightening; merely being watched by her felt like its life was in danger.
The old lady led a group of people in, even though she knew this house would bring trouble.
Yet, Ginsengfruit hadn’t expected the trouble here to be quite this complicated.
The old lady was being held back, looking anxious but unable to break free.
The middle-aged man at the forefront appeared cultured, but the arrogance occasionally shown in his eyes ruined his overall demeanor.
"Kid, are you the ones wanting to rent this house?"
Ginsengfruit thought about it, not quite understanding the situation, so he didn’t immediately offer an opinion.
He simply nodded.
The middle-aged man also noticed Ginsengfruit’s clothing; regardless of the fabric, dyeing technique, or cut, it wasn’t something an ordinary person could wear.
"This house is not for rent, leave quickly!"
If it weren’t apparent that Ginsengfruit’s group wasn’t just anyone, the middle-aged man wouldn’t even bother talking politely. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂
He would have directly ordered them to be kicked out!
If others who didn’t want trouble saw the scene, they might turn around and leave with their people.
After all, someone who can pay three years’ rent upfront is not short of money. Although this house has a good location and feng shui.
With that much money, one could rent a place anywhere, so why look for trouble?
The middle-aged man felt his attitude was very good, but Ginsengfruit didn’t even look at him.
Instead, he looked at the old lady, who was being pulled, her hair and clothes were somewhat disheveled.
"Let go of this old lady first!"
Ginsengfruit appeared youthful, and his voice was not strong, but those holding the old lady felt inexplicably anxious after hearing his words.
They instinctively let go of the old lady.
The middle-aged man saw this and his brows immediately furrowed, his gaze sweeping over his two men, showing extreme dissatisfaction.
His eyes were full of reproach, as if saying ’Are you out of your minds!’.
The old lady regained her freedom but still showed some residual panic.
Feeling as if she knew things were safe with Ginsengfruit, she instinctively ran to his side.
"This house isn’t his; it’s the dowry of his widowed sister-in-law!"
Just a few words, but they revealed the endless suffering within.
Understanding flickered in Ginsengfruit’s eyes; it seems the term "preying on the orphaned" has always been common in any era.
Most people living nearby knew about this matter.
The middle-aged man heard these words, and a trace of anger flashed across his face, his tone filled with thick threats.
"Presumptuous! This house clearly belongs to my nephew. My sister-in-law is old, incited by people like you with bad intentions.
Aiming to squander these assets, what is your intention? As the uncle, I’m protecting my nephew’s inheritance, what’s wrong with that?"
These words sound reasonable.
Now, the situation seems like both sides have their reasons.
The old lady evidently is stubborn; though frightened before, now standing by Ginsengfruit, feeling safe, she is not afraid anymore.
She immediately retorted: "It’s not a problem if he were her natural son, but that boy was obviously forcefully foisted upon Ming Yue.
Insisting on having that stray from who-knows-where named as Ming Yue’s, and then rightfully encroach on her dowry.
These things were originally what Ming Yue intended to save for her biological daughter, yet you heartless folks.
Forced Ming Yue’s daughter into a hasty marriage, and now Ming Yue tries to rely on rent to supplement her daughter, you restrain her.
Hmph, don’t think I don’t know your intentions; you obviously want to push Ming Yue’s mother and daughter to the brink and then seize this house!"
Having his mask torn off in front of outsiders by someone knowledgeable.
This made the middle-aged man feel a burst of indignation.
If it weren’t for the fact that the old lady’s niece married well into a reputable family as a concubine, he truly wanted to eliminate these busybodies!
The middle-aged man was too lazy to argue verbally, directly turning to Ginsengfruit.
"Our family won’t rent this house; you better look at other houses to avoid endless trouble later!"
On the surface, these words seem like advice, but in reality, it’s another form of threat.
Who residing peacefully would willingly face endless troubles?
Dragon Spirit initially hadn’t planned to interfere in these trivial matters; after all, as the Dragon King, he felt he must maintain his dignity.
If he were to manage every trivial affair, wouldn’t he be driven mad?
But now, seeing these people disturbing Yun Ran’s rest and affecting his contemplation of dragonhood.
Dragon Spirit’s temperament really couldn’t tolerate it. (It’s definitely not about backing Ginsengfruit, the favored junior nephew!)
He immediately walked out from the corridor.
Eyes full of malice and hostility as he stared at the middle-aged man who had spoken harshly before.
"The last person who dared threaten us, their grave is already covered in tall grass, now, immediately leave in front of your people!"
Facing Ginsengfruit, a young lad, the middle-aged man could still maintain composure.
But, upon seeing Dragon Spirit and meeting his gaze, the middle-aged man splendidly knelt down.
And all of this, what had actually happened, the middle-aged man couldn’t fully grasp.
At this moment, he only had one feeling, which was, it seems he had hit an iron board!
Dragon Spirit snorted coldly again, then looked at Ginsengfruit: "These lowlifes, why give them any face, just deal with them directly!"
Ginsengfruit:...
No, wasn’t there an agreement for low profile earlier? Is this how you keep a low profile, sir?
Coming in with oppressive force, calling others lowlifes, this isn’t merely a threat; it’s clearly the last kindness before finishing off the opponent!
But what can Ginsengfruit do? He certainly can’t argue, with Dragon Spirit being so face-proud.
Rather than go against Dragon Spirit and suffer himself, better to transfer these troubles onto others.
Having spent so many years with the Host, he has long done much of this ’save thyself, not the comrade’ sort of thing.
