The chaos in the Liu family unfolded just as Ming Yue had predicted.

The disintegration of unity within the Liu clan also came exactly as she had foreseen.

People are always like this: when matters don’t directly affect them, they keep their distance; but once it’s personal, all pretense of “you’re fine, I’m fine” vanishes.

No matter the time, a person’s first priority is always themselves.

Ming Shuo’s stealth, Liu Qinxin’s fury, Wang Zhi’s resentment…

One by one, none could escape this universal truth. The old solidarity and unity they once displayed when facing Da Ge head-on were gone for good.

Ming Yue laid out a chessboard, placing each piece one by one onto the board.

With every piece she placed, she would call out a name: Liu Jia, Liu Hao, Old Lady Liu, Liu Fan, Liu E, Liu Lai, Wang Zhi, Liu Piaopiao, Liu Qingqing, Liu Qinxin…

“Oh! We’ve already dealt with three people surnamed Liu—so which one should we tackle next?”

As she spoke, she gathered all the pieces in her hands, shaking them together like drawing lots, and said with a smile, “It’s hard to choose! Let’s just leave it up to fate!”

“What about Liu Fan? Is that really the end of it?” Jiang Feng asked from over there, tinkering with a drink.

Ming Yue kept shaking the pieces in her hand and replied, “How could it be over? I’m no saint. He hasn’t even experienced one ten-thousandth of the suffering our family has endured. If it ended here, how could we ever make amends for everyone in our family? I said I’d get back tenfold, a hundredfold, a thousandfold, even ten thousandfold—how could it possibly end like this? This… this is only the beginning. The real show is yet to come! One day, they’ll truly taste what it feels like to live a life worse than death, where every day drags on endlessly. No need to rush!”

“See, I knew it couldn’t be over so lightly!” Jiang Feng smiled gently, continuing his work while praising Ming Yue, “Now this is the Ming Yue I know—she’s got personality! I like it!”

Ming Yue: …

Has this man been slathering honey on his words?

Why does he sound so much sweeter and more pleasant now?

She smiled back softly and continued casting her spell to draw names.

But before she could succeed, the man who’d been fiddling around for ages stood up and walked over to her, holding a warm drink in his hand. Smiling, he forcefully interrupted her spell.

Ming Yue smiled too, put down the pieces, and eagerly took the cup Jiang Feng offered. As soon as her fingers touched the warmth of the drink, an unusually beautiful smile spread across her lips. She tilted her head back and said to Jiang Feng, “Thank you.”

This dog of a man—surprisingly, he can be quite thoughtful sometimes.

She’d only just gotten her period today, something she almost didn’t even notice herself, but this guy did. Not only that, he’d even switched the drink from her usual icy cold beverage to a warming hot one.

“How’s it going? No pain, right?” Jiang Feng smiled faintly, sat down beside Ming Yue, vigorously rubbed his naturally warm big hands together, then gently placed them on her lower abdomen.

Just like before.

He seemed to have practiced this motion until it was second nature—completely effortless.

Ming Yue shook her head slightly, picked up the cup and took two sips. The drink tasted great—it was exactly her favorite flavor—so she couldn’t help but shake the cup and compliment him, “Your skills are getting better and better.”

“Of course! If I hadn’t taken the path of a chef, I’d definitely be a top-notch cook,” Jiang Feng began to ramble aimlessly.

Ming Yue chuckled, “Oh, please. You only need a little bit of praise to think you’re the best—such a disgrace.”

“Not at all!” Jiang Feng pouted, his eyebrows furrowed, looking thoroughly unhappy.

End of Chapter 142: Counterattack 68