Seamless Coordination, Red-Blue Combo, the Outwitted Wife

On the way to the company.

At the school gate, Tang Shouye, Tang Yuyao, and the little boy parted ways with Ye Cheng. The younger son was being used as a pillow by Tang Yuyao, her head resting on his little body while she slept, looking anything but comfortable.

"Little aunt, I think I just saw uncle being knocked out..."

After the car had driven for a while, the little boy hesitantly spoke up, unsure of what he had seen.

"Knocked out?" Tang Yuyao had a question mark practically floating above her head. Without thinking, she gave the little boy a friendly smack on the head.

"Don't think you can fool me with some trick. Right now, your little aunt needs to catch up on sleep, and it's your duty to be my pillow—no shirking allowed."

"But little aunt, I really did see..."

"If you say another word, I'll knock you out myself!" Tang Yuyao had run out of patience, dropping all pretense, looking fierce as if she might just eat him alive if he kept talking.

The little boy: "..."

But he really did see his uncle being knocked unconscious and carried off on a motorcycle! Why wouldn’t anyone believe him?

When they had just left the school gate, the little boy kept looking back, reluctant and filled with longing as he gazed at Ye Cheng. He couldn’t help it—leveling up in games had been way too easy with him around.

How could he not keep thinking about it?

The little boy secretly hoped that things between his little aunt and uncle would work out soon. That way, he could play games online and get carried to victory every day, then show off at his kindergarten class.

He had already mastered the art of showing off subtly. The best kind of flex was the one that happened naturally, the kind people stumbled upon by accident without you saying a word.

Lost in his daydreams, the little boy grinned like a fool, unable to stop himself. Then, because he’d failed as a pillow, his head got another gentle thump from his wicked little aunt.

"Stop squirming! What kind of pillow moves by itself? Just stay still!" Tang Yuyao said, looking fierce.

The little boy: "..."

"Little aunt, at this rate, no one will ever marry you."

At one of the city’s designated locations in Dahai City stood Blue Sky Kindergarten.

The name might sound ordinary and unassuming, but there was more to it than met the eye. Regular folks probably shouldn’t know the truth, or else the background music would automatically switch to something dramatic.

"Dad, little aunt, I’m heading in for school!"

The little boy hopped out of the car, waved at the two inside, and ran toward the school.

Tang Yuyao sighed, "Ah, my pillow just got away."

Tang Shouye: "..."

His son was such a pitiful soul, always getting taken advantage of since he was little. It reminded him of his own childhood—having to put up with the same thing. He’d thought that once he grew up, the bullying would stop, that people would wise up... but history just repeated itself.

The bullying didn’t disappear; it just transferred. From him to his son.

Once the little boy was gone, Tang Yuyao adjusted her sleeping position, leaning by the window as she watched him squeeze through the kindergarten gate. He hadn’t even walked two steps before he trotted over to a little girl.

He took out his smartwatch, looking like he was saying something, but the girl completely ignored him.

Tang Yuyao: "..."

"Bro, what’s this? Is the little chubster a simp?" Tang Yuyao held back a laugh and quickly pulled out her phone to snap a photo. She planned to use it as blackmail later, threatening him into doing free chores when he misbehaved.

Still the wicked little aunt.

Tang Shouye twitched the corner of his mouth. "Ahem, what do you mean 'simp' or not? He’s just a little kid trying to make friends."

"Really?" Tang Yuyao said casually. "I remember Mom telling me that before you met my sister-in-law, you were exactly like this as a kid. You went and gave some girl flowers, and she couldn’t care less. She even ran off to tattle to the teacher, and your parents got called in."

"Mom said back then you wished you could just wear a hood over your head, so no one in the neighborhood would recognize you."

Tang Yuyao finished the story with amusement. Tang Shouye’s face turned as red as a monkey’s butt, his old secret ruthlessly exposed. How could he still deny it?

"That’s all in the past now, so long ago I can barely remember... Oh, by the way, Xiao Liu, step on it, I’m in a rush. There’s an urgent file I need to check at the company..."

Realizing he couldn’t argue his way out without revealing more embarrassing stories, Tang Shouye decisively changed the subject.

Tang Yuyao yawned and went back to sleep. She grabbed a pillow from the back seat and propped it under her head, shifting positions repeatedly before realizing something was missing.

Honestly, her nephew’s soft belly had been way more comfortable. Oh well, this would have to do.

The car drove away. Back at the kindergarten gate, the little boy was still busy bothering his classmate.

This girl his heart was set on? She was the one he called Xiao Hong.

"What a coincidence, Xiao Hong! You’re coming to school too, hahaha..."

The little boy scratched the back of his head, pretending it was an unexpected encounter. But in truth, Xiao Hong had seen him coming and deliberately sped up her steps, wanting to ignore him—he was just too embarrassing.

Nowadays, it wasn’t just young adults who cared about looks. Among little kids, the same rules applied. In this pure, simple age, reputations didn’t matter; what mattered was who was cute. And clearly, the little boy didn’t have an advantage there. Not only was he not handsome, he was at a serious disadvantage.

"Don’t talk to me. That Xiaoming kid next door might get the wrong idea. Go away!"

The little girl named Xiao Hong glared in annoyance, shoved the little boy aside, and quickly ran into the kindergarten.

A crack sound echoed—or so he imagined it was his heart breaking. No, Xiao Hong, no...

...

Inside an abandoned factory.

"Let go of me! What are you grabbing me for?" Dongfang Zhixia glared angrily at Shen Qinghan. If that vicious old woman weren’t still lurking around, she would have already thrown a punch.

Two fists could never defeat four hands—and that vicious old woman was far more trouble than just that.

"Didn’t you hear what I said? I told you to wait. I’m transferring the money," Shen Qinghan frowned, her voice tinged with irritation.

The two started arguing, neither willing to back down, each blocking the other’s path and refusing to step forward. The Madam, already wearing her highwayman’s mask, watched the scene with great excitement. She was wishing for some snacks and popcorn for the show.

Incredible, incredible. This was exactly what she had wanted!

Damn that loser, take this! If you still just have to stand there and watch your "classmate" get kissed right in front of you, then from now on, don't listen at the door—just listen through your phone instead!

It was all or nothing!

After this kidnapping, she would die. But now... that didn’t matter. Burn bright, beautiful Madam!

Seeing the two locked in a stalemate, Du Wanyi decided to stir the pot even more. First, she hit Ye Cheng with two of her "Madam special" punches.

"Bang! Bang!"

Ye Cheng: "????"

"Hey, wait a minute, I just stood here and said nothing. I was just watching the drama with you from the sidelines. Why are you hitting me?"

“Everyone quiet down! Listen up, you two are not working together anymore, you’re in competition. It’s one or the other—no win-win. Either pay up, or family gets it—pick one. The other option is automatically forfeited. First come, first served!”

Du Wanyi was shouting at the top of her lungs like a hag haggling at a vegetable market, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Ye Cheng: “...”

Ma’am, you’re something else.

As soon as the words left her mouth, the two who had been arguing earlier immediately started fighting right there, wrestling on the ground. Du Wanyi’s pupils contracted, her nostrils flared, and excitement was written all over her face.

Yes, this is it, this is exactly it! Go get her, little Hanhan, beat her up! Let that naturally wicked brat from the Eastern family taste the power of our Du clan!

Du Wanyi watched with wild enthusiasm. Meanwhile, as the other party involved, Ye Cheng keenly sensed something was off.

How... had the young miss suddenly turned so fierce today, actually fighting evenly with the President?

Wait... could this be an act?

Gulp. Ye Cheng swallowed hard, uncertainly staring at the two wrestling on the ground. A bad feeling crept in.

They’re getting closer, still closing in!

Moving constantly, until at a certain moment, Dongfang Zhixia and Shen Qinghan both burst into action. They scrambled up from the floor and in unison tackled the madam, who was still wearing a bandit’s ski mask, pinning her to the ground.

Du Wanyi: “???”

“What are you doing? I’m a hostage-taker here! I’ve got a knife! Careful—I’ll have them killed!”

“Thump! Thump! Thump!”

“Ow, don’t hit my face! Boohoo, yesterday’s injuries haven’t healed yet...”

It was as if they had planned it together. One restrained her while the other kept punching, their teamwork flawless. In the blink of an eye, they had subdued the madam (in bandit disguise mode) who’d been spectating just moments ago.

A relentless barrage!

The President provided the short burst of burst and control, and then left the rest to the young miss!

Dongfang Zhixia went around back and untied Ye Cheng’s ropes. “Let’s go.”

Reborn into freedom, Ye Cheng was so moved he could cry—and then he made a decisive choice to run in the opposite direction!

Dongfang Zhixia: “???”

No way—did he look like an idiot to her? Best guess, they’d come to drag him back to draw blood for testing. Knowing her, she probably already found the doctors.

That smug jerk earlier, “Answer Smart,” said he had to cooperate thinking up a new name. Hell—was that even treating him like a person?

Did they think he was some doped-up dummy?

He wouldn’t be fooled by this temporary, fake sweetness—running away was the only priority!

The young miss was still locked in her combat frenzy, utterly oblivious to Ye Cheng, who was already halfway across the field. Only her most basic instincts remained—laying into the naturally wicked old lady in front of her.

“Boohoo, stop hitting me! Little Chengcheng has already run off; go chase him! Boohoo...”

Du Wanyi covered her face, trying hard to defend herself, but she couldn’t hold back the young miss’s relentless rain of fists.

It hurt so much.

Who said the young miss’s punches were weak? The young miss’s punches were incredible!

“Get back here! Damn it, stop!” By the time Dongfang Zhixia snapped out of it and chased after Ye Cheng, they were already leaving the abandoned factory one after the other.

“Little Hanhan, go after them! They’re both sneaking off to have a secret date! No—a not-so-secret date! Hurry, go after them! Wuwuwu, stop hitting me...”

Du Wanyi tried to divert the anger, but she clearly underestimated Shen Qinghan’s determination.

The abandoned factory echoed with Du Wanyi’s screams. After who knew how long, she sat curled up in a corner, looking pitiful, her black eyes definitely worse now.

“Boohoo, so unfair. I clearly said no, but they still did it—boohoo...”

Tap, tap, tap—footsteps returned to the abandoned factory. Dongfang Zhixia had turned back, only this time she came alone.

Ye Cheng had given them the slip.

Too fast—that guy ran faster than a rabbit. Hard to imagine, after getting beaten up nonstop earlier, he could still hare off like that. Gone without a trace.

Shen Qinghan frowned, saw Dongfang Zhixia returning alone, said nothing, stood up, brushed the dust off herself, and went back to class.

Dongfang Zhixia said nothing either, exiting from the other end of the factory. The two of them acted like nothing important had happened.

In the end, the madam alone had achieved a personal world of woes. Ye Cheng had made a clean getaway—successfully escaped.

“Boohoo, so unfair—that’s not how the script was supposed to go. Boohoo... Doudou, you just wait!”

Du Wanyi clenched her teeth, a vision of her next revenge target forming in her mind.

Meanwhile, somewhere far away in F-Country, Shen Ming shuddered for no reason...

“Weird. It’s getting cold—Did I catch a cold?”