In Love, the One Who Isn't Loved Is the Loser

Su Minghui seemed somehow different.

The thought flashed through Zhou Guomin's mind, but he couldn't put his finger on exactly how. He didn't dwell on it, merely swallowing his anger as he drove after Fu Siwen's RV.

Not long after they set off, Zheng Xiuru called.

As soon as he answered, her voice sounded somewhat weak. "Guomin, I feel so awful..."

Having just lost face, Zhou Guomin was hardly polite. "What happened?"

"Maybe the water was too cold when I washed your clothes last night, and I caught a chill." Zheng Xiuru's voice was soft and coquettish. "If you're not busy, could you come see me?"

Although her place had every convenience, Zheng Xiuru always claimed that hand-washed clothes were more comfortable to wear and insisted on washing Zhou Guomin's clothes by hand.

Her gentle, submissive tenderness formed a stark contrast with Su Minghui, who had just humiliated him. Zhou Guomin had already been holding in his anger, and now he made up his mind.

"Fine. I'll be right there."

Zheng Xiuru was overjoyed when she heard that. It wasn't the first time she had pulled such a little trick, but it was one of the rare times it had worked.

What did it matter if someone was a wealthy young lady or heaven's favored daughter? In love, the one who wasn't loved was the loser.

After hanging up, Zhou Guomin immediately called Su Minghui.

Su Minghui answered, and Zhou Guomin said, "Honey, the company suddenly has an urgent matter that needs me to go back and handle it. I can only have Mrs. Chu take you home. You two best friends haven't seen each other in ages, so you can catch up."

The company had urgent business again.

Su Minghui nodded and continued playing the understanding wife. "It's okay. The company matters more. Siwen is with me, so you don't need to worry about me."

"Okay, you've worked hard," Zhou Guomin said considerately, though a contemptuous smile appeared on his face. "I'll try to get back early tonight. Make sure you get plenty of rest."

"Mm."

Su Minghui agreed, then, as usual, gave him a few reminders before hanging up.

Fu Siwen handed the cut fruit to Su Minghui and asked, "What did he say?"

Su Minghui repeated Zhou Guomin's words.

Fu Siwen frowned. "Do you really believe he went back to the company?"

Su Leyun stared at the apple in Su Minghui's hand and swallowed desperately. He wished he could transform back into his original form and swallow it in one bite, but unfortunately, he was currently a human infant without even half a tooth.

Listening to their conversation, he burst out laughing.

There aren't that many things going on at the company! If it needed him running around every day, Su Corporation would've gone bankrupt ages ago. He's going to see his mistress!

Su Minghui had already harbored doubts, and Su Leyun's words further confirmed her suspicions.

"We'll know if that's true once we take a look." She grasped Fu Siwen's hand. "Siwen, you're the only person I can trust now. Can you have someone follow him for me?"

Seeing her once proud, confident best friend now looking so helpless, Fu Siwen's heart ached. She agreed at once. "Of course."

After saying that, she stood up and made a call. Soon, a black sedan silently followed behind Zhou Guomin's car.

Before long, the RV came to a steady stop in front of the Su Household villa. The two servants had been waiting outside early on. When the vehicle stopped, one stepped forward to support Su Minghui, while the other tactfully went to collect the luggage.

Fu Siwen was dissatisfied. "Your family only has two servants? Where is everyone else?"

The villa was so large that daily management and maintenance required plenty of staff. Naturally, there couldn't possibly be only two servants.

The older woman supporting Su Minghui said, "They... they're working."

"What could be more important than the mistress returning home?" Fu Siwen saw through them at a glance and called them out mercilessly.

Neither of them could say a word.

The aunties get bullied by them all day and still have to cover for them! Good people really do get taken advantage of!

Too bad Mom still doesn't know that hardly any of the servants in the house are good people. They're either relatives from that scumbag dad's hometown or people the mistress sent to keep watch!

Su Leyun's words made Su Minghui understand everything. She had always been very kind to the servants and never overly strict with them.

She had never expected that kindness to leave her and her child living in a tiger's den. As a mother, she would not allow anything to threaten her child's safety.

Perhaps today was the day to settle all of this.

"Let's go in and have a look."

The group entered the villa. The food had indeed been prepared, but every dish on the table was loaded with either Sichuan peppercorns or chili peppers, and the air itself was thick with the spicy scent.

The cook had just served the final dish. When she looked up, she asked in confusion, "Is sir not coming back today?"

Su Minghui nodded, and the woman's expression immediately darkened.

Fu Siwen frowned. "You expect a woman who just gave birth to eat this?"

"What's wrong with it? They're all dishes sir likes." The cook curled her lip, not believing she had done anything wrong.

The spicy air alone made Su Leyun feel hot. He sneezed, his little face turning red.

What kind of cook is she? She's that scumbag dad's cousin's maternal uncle's wife! She thinks the men of the house are supreme. Not only does she fawn over that scumbag dad at every turn, she also lines her own pockets behind the scenes and skims money from the grocery budget!

Su Minghui gently covered Su Leyun's nose and mouth with her hand and instructed the servant carrying the luggage, "Open all the doors and windows. Air the place out."

The cleaning woman hurriedly stopped her. "If you open the windows, mosquitoes and bugs will fly in. That'll be hard to clean up!"

She's one of that scumbag dad's people too. She's always secretly using Mom's skincare products!

Su Minghui closed her eyes, feeling a wave of nausea. "You don't need to come in tomorrow. I hired you to clean, not to argue with me."

"How can that be..."

"And you," Su Minghui said, turning to the cook. "Your cooking is terrible. I'll hire another chef. Go settle your wages with the housekeeper."

"You don't get to decide that! I want to see sir!"

The two women began making a fuss. Fu Siwen had no intention of indulging them and simply lifted her chin at the people accompanying her. "What Zhou Guomin says doesn't count here. This house belongs to the Su family!"

"Throw both of them out. If they come near this place again, send them to the police station for a couple of days!"

After the two were dismissed with swift decisiveness, the people who had not taken the situation seriously grew nervous. Su Minghui spotted an unfamiliar face and asked, "Who are you?"

The middle-aged woman did not dare meet Su Minghui's eyes. Lowering her head, she said, "I'm the new nanny. I'll be helping you take care of the young master from now on."

A nanny?

Su Minghui instinctively looked at Su Leyun.

With the choking spicy smell gone, Su Leyun happily blew bubbles.

Mom, hurry up and throw her out! She's one of the mistress's people, and she wants to harm me too!

Su Minghui clenched her fists and said decisively, "You too. Leave. You're too ugly. You'll scare our Lele."

It was the first time the woman had ever been fired for such a reason. Her expression twisted with anger, but before she could argue, Fu Siwen's men had already seized her.

Hahahaha, Mom is so cool! That really cuts straight to the heart!

After that, relying on Su Leyun's ability to know everything, Su Minghui accurately identified every servant who meant her harm. For a time, the entire villa fell into panic.

When no one was paying attention, one of the older women quietly slipped out of their sight and went to the balcony, carefully dialing a number.

"Something terrible has happened..."

Before she could finish, Su Minghui had appeared behind her.

"Who are you calling?"

The woman jolted in fright, and her phone fell straight to the floor. She hurriedly picked it up and tried to explain, "I wasn't tattling. I was just calling my family..."

Su Minghui looked at her coldly. "I never said you were tattling. Why did you give yourself away?"

The woman was instantly speechless.

Zhou Guomin's wife had always been so kind and rarely even spoke harshly. Why did she seem like a completely different person today?

Su Minghui couldn't be bothered to say more. "My home does not welcome people who gossip. You can leave too."

Naturally, the woman was unwilling to let it go. She directly revealed her identity.

"To tell you the truth, I'm the sister-in-law of Guomin's paternal aunt. Guomin personally arranged for me to come work in this household. Whether I stay or leave should be decided by him personally, not by a woman like you!"

Zhou Guomin had been born in the countryside. After marrying Su Minghui, he had gained a foothold in the Imperial Capital. Once word spread back to the village, everyone knew he had made it big—not only had he become rich, he had also married a city wife.

Once the news got out, even distant relatives came knocking, shamelessly asking Zhou Guomin to find them jobs. Relatives valued these connections most of all, and Zhou Guomin needed people who stood on his side, so he had placed quite a few people in both the household and the company.

Now the villagers practically wanted to worship him. How could they possibly still see Su Minghui as anyone important?

When the woman saw Su Minghui fall silent, she assumed her status had intimidated her.

She curled her lip disdainfully. "It's too late to say anything now. I'll definitely tell Guomin about this. Just wait for him to come back and deal with you!"

Where they came from, the men of the household were heaven itself. Which wife didn't have to serve and worship her husband?

"You're so disrespectful to your elders. I really don't know where your upbringing went! And you call yourself some wealthy young lady from the city? You're not even as good as us country folk."

The woman's attitude was arrogant enough that even Fu Siwen could no longer stand listening. She signaled her men with a look. Just as a man was about to step forward, Su Minghui suddenly raised her hand high and slapped her across the face.