<h4>Chapter 805: You are Willing to Help Your Wife Support Her Paramours, But I am Not</h4>


    “Yue Pengcheng is alive and well, yet you say he’s dead. Su Ningmei, I think you really are up to something. Why didn’t you say anything earlier if he’s truly dead? Why didn’t you say anything a year ago? If he’s really dead, why is his name missing from the Yues’ ancestral grave? Even if he died outside the country, his ashes should have been taken back and given a proper burial.”


    Mrs. Yueughed mirthlessly. “The ones here who are a little older would know what happened between me and Yue Pengcheng. Let’s say he wasn’t dead—it doesn’t change the fact that man has been gone for thirty years. Whether he is dead or alive has nothing to do with me. He had money and a mistress, and he lived a carefree life. After disappearing for all these years, he shows up out of the blue? Isn’t that a little strange? Anyway, he’s dead. There’s nothing but ash left of him now. Look, this woman is constantly plotting and scheming—what is she nning now?


    “As for why I never mentioned news of his death, I wonder why. I absolutely wanted to hide the death of that cheap, b*stardly scumbag. Why would I want to allow yet another scandal to rock the city? I’m not stupid enough to tell everybody that.”


    The crowd nodded in agreement. This b*stard had abandoned his wife for a mistress; his name was embarrassing to even utter out loud. He was as dead as a doorknob. Why should she have announced his death publicly, reminding everyone of how she had been abandoned in the past?


    Mrs. Yue lifted her chin. “And as for why I didn’t take his ashes back—”


    “I know,” an old woman amidst the crowd chimed in. “The Yue family had disowned Yue Pengcheng at the time. He had no right to be buried in the ancestral grave.”


    “Tell me, what right does a scumbag like Yue Pengcheng have to be buried in our ancestral grave? Why should I let hime back?”


    Mrs. Yue had not been shocked when Yue Pengcheng had appeared—in that moment, she understood what Mrs. Hn had nned. At the same time, she came up with the easiest, most usible n to counter the situation.


    Her method was simple: give Zhang Suya a sound thrashing, then tell everyone that her husband was dead.


    It did not matter if the n was simple. What mattered was that it worked.


    Everything Mrs. Yue said had been carefully interconnected. Everyone who heard her words would subconsciously believe her.


    No one would suspect anything she said in the moment.


    That was because Mrs. Yue had first shown proof to back up her ims, demonstrating that Zhang Suya was a wolf in sheep’s clothing from head to toe. She had cheated on her husband for thirty years. She was aplete monstrosity of a woman—aplete and utter b*tch.


    First, she swayed everyone to subconsciously abhor Mrs. Hn, then she imed that Yue Pengcheng was a fake, then dered news of his death.


    Without the specific series of events, no one would dare believe a devious liar in the end—everyone would believe what they chose to believe.


    Now, they were willing to believe everything Mrs. Yue said.


    Mrs. Yue stood up. “Hn Mingde, are you now aware of everything?” she said to him. “I have no idea where your wife found this random man and conspired with him to get him into our Yue family.


    “Hah. Funny. There’s no way I’m going to support her stud. I’m not you. I’m not that generous. Let’s not even talk about the embarrassment she caused you—you even helped her support so many of her paramours. You’re the greatest man I’ve ever met.”


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    Yue Mama: With the support of the monthly tickets from you and with the burst of IQ, I feel superb! My daughter-inw will not have to worry about me tearing X anymore!