Rich Young Mistress: Young Master Xie's Dearest Beloved Wife

The Yun family's house was immediately filled with the sounds of fighting. Even though Yun Bixue was facing off ten or so people by herself, somehow no one managed to get close to her.

"Ah… terrible, terrible…!" Yang Siru screamed excessively.

Old Lady Shen looked at the mess on the first floor and felt her temples jumping with pain. The tendons on her hand that was holding the walking stick were more visible than normal. She really didn't look very well.

"Siru, call for help on the telephone," Old Lady Shen ordered, her eyes filled with a shadow of darkness.

Yang Siru said happily, "Yun Bixue, Yun Bixue, your day has finally come. It's no wonder that no one wants you. Just look at you now, I bet it won't be long before Young Master Xie grows tired of you as well, haha…!"

"Yang Siru, you sure are pleased with yourself, aren't you?" Yun Bixue looked at those who had fallen before her, and she fixed her hair. She looked messy, but not flustered.

"You're just like that mother of yours, who couldn't keep a man loyal to her despite her vixen looks." Looking at Yun Bixue, Yang Siru was reminded of that mother of hers. She couldn't help but admit that her eldest brother-in-law's wife was an unparalleled beauty.

Yun Bixue narrowed her eyes dangerously. "Yang Siru, you won't enjoy yourself for much longer."

Just as the second wave of hired thugs arrived, the doors of the Yun family's house was smashed open from the outside. A cold autumn wind blew into the room.

An extremely charming and elegant man entered, carrying with him an air of solemnity.

Yun Bixue was a little dazed. "Why did you come here?"

Xie Limo took just one glance at Yun Bixue, before telling the people behind him, "Xie Jiu, Xie Shi, take Madam and leave this place."

Looking at the two men walking towards her to escort her away, Yun Bixue said awkwardly, "Limo, I don't want to leave. I want to stay here and see how Old Lady Shen throws her weight around."

Xie Limo massaged his forehead with his elegant hands. He repeated, "Xie Jiu, Xie Shi!"

"Yes, Young Master Xie," the two replied before bowing respectfully before Yun Bixue. "Young Madam, please!"

Eventually, they escorted Yun Bixue away, almost by force. She realized then that the taekwondo and kung fu she had learned before was useless in the face of real experts.

After Yun Bixue left, Xie Limo curled his light, cherry-colored lips as he walked to the sofa and sat down. His body leaned back slightly, exuding an air of lazy unruliness. "I wonder if Old Lady Shen would like to join me for a cup of tea?"

He sat amidst the wreckage, but it couldn't conceal his imposing nature.

Old Lady Shen couldn't get a handle on Xie Limo. With her eyes flickering, she asked, "Young Master Xie is a powerful figure in Ning An City. I wonder what brought you here today?"

Old Lady Shen seemed to understand that since he was someone in power, he was capable of certain things.

Xie Limo was overflowing with nobility and confidence, and he practically ignored Old Lady Shen.

After Yun Bixue came out, she looked at the villa with a lingering coldness. Then she took out her phone and dialed a number. "Yang Mei, find me a few people and tell them to get into bed with Yun Muzhong by any means possible. It would be best if they can get pregnant."

Even if Old Lady Shen was the one behind her accident, she wouldn't be this angry. But Yang Siru shouldn't have made plans that involved her grandfather.

Furthermore, she wasn't about to let go of what Yang Siru had said about her mother so easily. Her uncle might be cowardly, but he certainly loved beautiful women. It was just that he didn't dare oppose Yang Siru.

"Yes!" Yang Mei answered respectfully through the phone.

After Yun Bixue's accident, she had Yang Mei moved back from overseas. Yang Mei had been groomed well overseas and was outstanding in many aspects.