The Sweet Life of Superstar and His Goddess Wife-Chapter 476: Asking for Help (Fourth Update)

When Yan Hao returned home from the hospital, he felt something was strange. The old woman who usually doted on him was actually not there?

In the evening, when Yan Shanchuan came back, he also found that his wife hadn’t returned today for some reason. He casually asked Yan Hao: "Did you upset your mom again? Where is she?"

Sitting in the living room watching TV, Yan Hao was defiant: "Why would I upset my mom? Maybe it was you. You’re always just working and haven’t cheered her up for a long time, of course, she’d be unhappy." Such an old woman still acting coy like a little girl, probably only his dad could handle that.

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Yan Shanchuan’s face turned cold, showing some displeasure, "You caused so much trouble recently, how could your mom not be angry? She kindly made chicken soup and brought it to the hospital for you, and not only did you not drink it, but you also sent her back, how could you?"

"I sent her back for her sake, wasn’t it? I was in a bad mood and she kept nagging, how could I not be annoyed? Plus, she drove away the woman I loved, I haven’t even blamed her yet..."

"You know exactly what’s the deal with that woman! I’ve told you so many times, with your limited talent, no matter how you take the wrong path it won’t work, you’re better off just being a normal person..."

Yan Shanchuan was cut off by Yan Hao, who sarcastically retorted: "What, and end up like you, a coward for a lifetime, marrying a woman you don’t love, having sons and grandsons just to carry on the family line?"

"Yan Hao, I’m your father, is this how you speak to your elders?"

"Haha..." Yan Hao sneered, "You’re my father, yet I’ve been in the hospital for so many days, and you didn’t come to see me even once? If I died out there, would you even bat an eye? Well, it doesn’t matter, I’m not your only son anyway."

"Slap—"

Yan Shanchuan slapped Yan Hao across the face.

Suddenly, they were both stunned.

Especially Yan Hao, completely disbelieving that this man dared to hit him?! How could he hit him? Just because he could act, does that mean I’m not allowed to speak?

"You dare to hit me?"

Yan Shanchuan was initially a bit regretful, but hearing the rebellious tone of his son, he became displeased: "So what if I hit you? I’m your dad, it’s only right for me to do so. What, are you thinking of hitting back?"

"Ha! Who do you think I am? You’re my father after all!" Yan Hao sneered coldly, got up from the sofa, and turned to leave.

"Where are you going?"

"To die outside!"

"Come back here!"

However, no matter how Yan Shanchuan shouted, Yan Hao ignored him and walked out of the house.

Yan Shanchuan was extremely angry, with a "bang," he smashed the tea set on the table.

The few cooks in the house all hid in the kitchen, not daring to come out for a long time. They nudged each other: "You go speak!"

"You go speak!"

"Alright, nobody wants to do it, let’s talk about it tomorrow. I see Yan Shanchuan is in a bad mood, let’s not provoke him further."

"Shh, keep your voice down, Yan Shanchuan doesn’t like others prying into his private affairs."

Soon, the kitchen returned to silence, with everyone straining their ears to hear the commotion outside.

After leaving home, Yan Hao drove straight to the tea garden to find Lady Dongfang.

In the middle of the night, Yan Hao suddenly showing up gave Lady Dongfang a shock.

"What are you doing here at this hour?"

"I had a fight with that old man!" Yan Hao didn’t care, plopping himself down on the sofa.

"How did you get into a fight? Weren’t things fine before you went back? Didn’t we agree you should cheer up Lady Yan after you returned..."

Lady Dongfang’s words were interrupted by Yan Hao: "My mom’s not home. Who knows where she went, claims to care about me yet I was in the hospital for so long, and she only came a few times at the start, didn’t come after that. If it wasn’t for you visiting, I’d probably rot in that hospital with no one knowing. And who knows what possessed that old man, he came back asking where she was, and when I said I didn’t know, he blew up on me!"

Yan Hao even complained, showing his bruised face, saying he was hit.

"He actually hit you?!" Lady Dongfang was surprised. If it was anything else it might be one thing, but her son being hit, that didn’t sit well with her.

For over twenty years, she couldn’t acknowledge her son, and now that man was bullying him?

This couldn’t be allowed to slide.

"Yeah, he hit me." Yan Hao was extremely aggrieved, "Who knows what upset him outside, but he came back to hit me. Lady Dongfang, this can’t just end like this, you have to avenge me!"

"You..." Lady Dongfang tapped his head, with a mix of affection and resentment, "You’ve only been causing your dad trouble."

"I really didn’t do anything, Lady Dongfang, I’m wronged! I’ve been in the hospital all this time, you know that."

"You’ve been unlucky lately, best to stay put here at my tea garden, clear away the bad luck."

"Hehehe... Lady Dongfang, you know me so well, you’re the best!"

Lady Dongfang shook her head with a smile: "You’re just happy because I’ve got some new lovely girls here, aren’t you? You can’t touch them without permission, they’re meant for gift-giving."

"Gift-giving to whom? I’d rather keep them for myself, after all, I’ve been abstinent in the hospital so long, I need a release!"

"Or, do you not want to reclaim your Qi Fortune?"

"Your plan?"

Lady Dongfang nodded.

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That day, Jiang Nuo finished recording for the show, and as he approached his room, he sensed something was off inside.

Mu Wanlian noticed too, but didn’t say anything, allowing the completely unaware Mu Wanyu to mutter about the day’s events.

Their nerves tightly wound, father and son entered the room, extending their senses to scan all around.

Suddenly, they exchanged a glance and moved together towards a corner.

When Mu Wanyu noticed the surge, they had already flung open the wardrobe.

"Come out!" Jiang Nuo pointed the Divine Weapon Thunder Light Sword at the intruder’s neck.

Mu Wanlian hid a glowing Red Lotus behind his back, spinning gently.

"Do... don’t attack..." a trembling voice came, as a fragile woman in a white dress crawled out from the cabinet.

Her small face, with tender red lips bitten almost pale, her hair tousled and her clothes haphazard, revealing half her delicate shoulder.

"Please, don’t kill me, I beg you, don’t kill me..."

"Who are you?" Jiang Nuo ignored her softness, asking coldly.

Hmph! Since the last time he almost had a fallout with his wife because of a fragile woman, Jiang Nuo had stopped believing in such frailty.

In the end, these cultivation women merely use their soft appearance to deceive men.