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Not only did the elderly couple from the Yang family hear the ringing, but so did Li Feng’e, who was in her room combing her unkempt hair.

She fiercely combed through her messy hair, irritably shooed her two sons aside, raised her hand, and slapped Lin Jiaxiao, who was still snoring in bed, yelling, "You deadbeat! It’s noon, and you’re still sleeping! Get up and take care of the kids!"

Lin Jiaxiao was dreaming of indulging himself in the Chunfeng Building when a slap abruptly interrupted his sweet dream, leaving him feeling frustrated. He hadn’t even opened his eyes when he barked out coarsely, "Get lost! Don’t disturb my sleep!"

Li Feng’e was taken aback, then let out a scream like that of a pig being slaughtered, her hands flying up as her sharp nails scratched Lin Jiaxiao’s face and neck, "You heartless thing! I bore you two children, and you dare yell at me! I’ll show you yelling!

I’ll show you! I’ll scratch your face off! "

Actually, Lin Jiaxiao regretted shouting that sentence as soon as it left his mouth, but before he could explain, Li Feng’e’s claws were already on him.

He hurriedly pleaded for mercy while covering his face with the blanket, "Wife, wife, I was wrong, I was wrong. I wasn’t shouting at you; I was shouting at those random sounds outside.

Wife, I really know I was wrong! Wife, stop scratching, or I won’t be able to show my face outside. "

Li Feng’e had just had a fight with Lady Ma outside and was now tired from scratching her husband for a while.

Stopping to catch her breath, she glanced at the useless Lin Jiaxiao and huffed, "Even with a hundred guts, you wouldn’t dare yell at me! Dare to yell, and I’ll go back to my parents’ house!"

Lin Jiaxiao cautiously poked his head out from under the blanket and grumbled to himself, "Go back to your parents’ house, and don’t come back, then I can go to the Chunfeng Building to find women."

Li Feng’e didn’t know what Lin Jiaxiao was thinking at that moment, believing her charm was still as strong as before she had kids, capable of making him lose his wits with just a glance.

She turned around, picked up the comb from the table, and continued to tidy her disheveled hair.

Seeing that she had finally stopped bothering him, Lin Jiaxiao wrapped himself in the blanket, rolled towards the inside of the bed, and moved further away from that foul woman.

The two sons were still young, not realizing their parents were fighting just now, thinking they were just playing, they clapped their little hands and laughed cheerfully.

Lin Jiaxiao glared at the two brats and muttered, "You little stinkers don’t even know to help your dad."

"What did you say?"

Li Feng’e glared with wide eyes, looking at Lin Jiaxiao through the mirror, sending shivers down his spine as he awkwardly laughed trying to appease her, "I didn’t say anything, nothing. Hehe, my good wife, don’t be angry, alright?"

It was then that Lin Jiaxiao noticed something was off with his wife, pointing at her hair, which resembled a bird’s nest, he asked, "What happened to you? Why is your hair like that?"

"Hmph!" He shouldn’t have mentioned it—now that he had, Li Feng’e felt a wave of grievance surge within her, her nose turned sour, and tears began to fall plop-plop as she sobbed out the story of her recent fight with Lady Ma.

Upon hearing this, Lin Jiaxiao couldn’t lie down any longer. He leapt out of bed with a "koi-fish flip," exclaiming, "Son of a ...! My own wife, I can hardly bear to touch, and that damned Ma Daling dares to lay her hands on her! I’ll kick her to death!"

Li Feng’e was already feeling aggrieved, but at hearing Lin Jiaxiao stand up for her, her heart instantly felt a lot lighter.

She quickly held onto Lin Jiaxiao, coaxing him with a soft voice, "Let it go, let it go, after all, I didn’t really lose out. Her hair ended up worse than mine! Oh, I said it’s nothing, then it’s really nothing. Do men need to get involved when women are scrapping?"