The groom snapped at her again:
"Xiaoxi, can't you be a little more sensible?
Qingqing and I have already bowed to Heaven and Earth. From now on, she's your stepmother!
You must respect her!"
The young woman called Xiaoxi grew even angrier at his words and said:
"Wang Fugui, you really have no shame. You're my father, yet you hooked up with my best friend, Liu Qingqing, and drove my mother to her death.
My poor mother has only been gone a month, and you've already married Liu Qingqing."
Xiaoxi turned and grabbed the middle-aged man who had followed her inside, pulling him forward as she said:
"Liu Qingqing, don't you love hooking up with your best friend's father?
Take a good look at the man standing beside me.
This is your father, Master Liu!
Then I'll hook up with your father too, and drive your mother to her death.
Once your mother dies of rage, I'll marry your father immediately and become your stepmother!"
At that, the pastry in Song Yaoyao's hand dropped onto the table with a plop.
Song Yaoyao's mouth fell open, and the pastry inside it tumbled out too...
She hurriedly wiped her mouth!
Holy freaking crap!
This, this, this...
Had the world already gone this mad?
Had her thinking fallen behind the times?
The young woman called Xiaoxi ripped off Liu Qingqing's red bridal veil and said with a mocking expression:
"Liu Qingqing, let me hear you call me Mother!"
Liu Qingqing was so frightened that she immediately hid behind Wang Fugui.
Wang Fugui shielded Liu Qingqing with one hand and pointed at Wang Xixi with the other as he said:
"Wang Xixi, where are your manners?
Is this what your mother taught you?"
Hearing Wang Fugui dare to mention her mother, Wang Xixi's fury