The Chosen System: Counterattack with Husband

In August in Lucheng, the air temperature is still a little high even in the early morning. Passersby rushing to work in the morning have been wiping the sweat from their foreheads with the back of their hands from time to time, and using the items at hand to fan themselves to cool down.

In one of the villas in a high-end villa area in Lucheng, in the main hall with a height of 7 meters, there were three people with different postures.

A woman dressed in luxurious clothes and wearing precious gem rings on her fingers sat on a light brown leather sofa. Anxiety and anger were mixed on her face. Her hands were tightly clenched together, and her unusually finely trimmed eyebrows were furrowed, as if she was worried about something.

On the other side of the sofa, sat an elderly man with gray hair and dressed in a Tang suit. He was holding a valuable blue teacup in his hand and drinking the tea in the cup slowly.

His calm expression was in stark contrast to the woman sitting on the other side of the sofa. The elderly man didn't seem to be worried at all about the woman's anxiety. Not only did he drink his tea at the same speed, but even his sitting posture didn't change at all.

The third person in the main hall was a young man standing behind the old man. In the hot August, he was wearing a set of long-sleeved shirts and long pants that completely covered all his skin. Except for his face exposed to the air, he seemed to want to cover every part of his body that could be covered.

Sitting in the small blue room, Xu Yiyu looked deeply at the gray-haired old man who was drinking tea with his head down, and his eyes slowly narrowed.

No wonder she felt the layout and decoration of this villa were so familiar before. It turned out to be the villa area she had seen in Lucheng before.

And the person who sat calmly drinking tea...

The woman sitting in the opposite direction of the elderly man seemed very dissatisfied with the man's attitude at the moment, and seemed to want to vent her anxiety and anger. She focused her eyes on the man, staring at him as if she was staring at her blood feud with him.

"Drink tea, drink tea, drink tea. It's already this time and you're still drinking tea! You and Mr. Xian are about to be bullied, and you're still so nonchalant. Do you really want to give the title of the second best in Anhui Province to that fledgling girl?!"

As soon as the woman opened her mouth, her aggressive tone was totally inconsistent with her luxurious clothing, and it was obvious that these aggressive words were directed at the elderly man sitting on the other side of the sofa.

"Now it seems that you care about this title more than I do. If you can find a way to solve my current predicament, I will give this title to you."

The elderly man slowly placed the teacup in his hand on the low table in front of him. Although he was indeed refuting the woman's words, his tone was still unhurried, as if he was not in a hurry at all.

The woman seemed to be choked by the old man's words. The arrogance that was so fierce a few seconds ago suddenly weakened. She opened her mouth as if she wanted to retort, but she didn't know how to do so.

"Madam, don't worry. The master has already come up with a plan. You don't have to worry. Just stay home and be at ease."

The man, whose entire body except for his face was covered tightly, spoke at this moment, as if he was trying to comfort the anxious woman.

"Xiao Tu, it's not that I'm too anxious. I just see that your master is really not anxious at all, so I'm anxious for him."

The woman seemed to have found some outlet for her emotions, and she poured out her grievances directly to the young man, not caring at all that the person she was talking about was still at the scene.

"Some people are bullying others too much, but he is still so calm and composed. He didn't say a word to me. How can I know whether he has no thoughts or is confident? Unless he speaks out loud."

The young man, whom the woman called Xiaotu, just smiled at her and had no intention of continuing to comfort her.

Seeing that the old man and the young man were silent, the woman seemed to be angry. She grabbed the pillow at hand and threw it in the direction of the elderly man.

The woman was too weak to throw the pillow to the other side of the sofa. Instead, it fell to the ground some distance away from the elderly man.

Coincidentally, a corner of the pillow just brushed against the teacup that the man had just placed on the low table. The teacup spun unwillingly a few times on the saucer and finally fell to the ground due to its unstable center of gravity.

Fortunately, the teacup did not break when it fell on the thick carpet on the ground. It just turned a few times due to the force of being overturned, and the remaining half cup of tea was spilled on the carpet.

The old man lowered his eyebrows and glanced at the blue teacup on the carpet, then raised his eyelids to look at the woman opposite him. His expression did not change, but the woman froze in place as if she was frightened.

The two people's eyes met in mid-air for just two seconds, and then the woman looked away and no longer looked at the old man.

Seeing that the woman had become much more obedient, the elderly man picked up the mobile phone next to him, tapped the screen a few times, and dialed a number quietly.

The next second after he put the phone to his ear, Xu Yiyu and Lu Sanshi who were in the small blue room heard a faint cell phone ringing sound coming from outside the door on the right that was suspected to be the female bedroom.

After a few seconds, Fu Wei, wearing a sky-blue evening dress, walked in from the bedroom door, holding her ringing cell phone in her hand, and gently placed it on the dressing table in the room.

Fu Wei still had a calm expression before walking into the bedroom, but after closing the bedroom door, Fu Wei's calm expression turned gloomy in the blink of an eye. Her facial features twisted slightly for a while, and she smashed the handbag in her other hand hard on the bed in the room.

Fu Wei, who seemed to be angry, did not answer the phone immediately. Instead, she sat down in front of the dressing table with a gloomy expression and silently took off her jewel earrings.

Xu Yiyu saw through the mirror on the dressing table that Fu Wei's expression returned to its calm state within a few seconds. She even lowered her head to glance at her mobile phone screen, and picked up the call the next moment.

"Hey, uncle, long time no see. I missed you so much."

Fu Wei's voice was sweet and lively, as if the unhappiness from a moment ago had never existed at all, and her eyes were curved into crescents with a smile.

"Our Weiwei is always sweet-talking, unlike your mom. How come someone who was so cute when she was little has become so easily irritated? I thought you inherited it from her."

The elderly man on the left side of the small blue room smiled slightly and chatted with Fu Wei, but the smile never reached his eyes.

"My mom is having a quarrel with my dad recently. My dad has tried many ways to appease her but to no avail. She must be taking it out on you, uncle."

The smile on Fu Wei's lips faded a little, and her long eyelashes slowly drooped, hiding the loss in her eyes.

"Our Lucheng Chamber of Commerce just hired a new person named Xu. He's really powerful. My uncle wants to find someone to vent his anger on."

The elderly man seemed to be chatting with Fu Wei about daily life and mentioned a name naturally.

A hint of cruelty flashed across Fu Wei's eyes, and the smile at the corner of her mouth suddenly became a little subtle.

"Uncle, tell me about this new person. Weiwei will be your tree hole."

The gray-haired elderly man smiled faintly, but his eyes turned cold.

"Weiwei is indeed my uncle's little cotton-padded jacket. Thank you, Weiwei."