The plot had already veered wildly off course.
Fu Yunxi climbed off the ground, his face bruised and swollen. He stood tall, wiped his face, and roared.
"Who do you think you are? A mere concubine dares to stop me? I'm marrying the fourth young lady. Who dares object?"
The entire marshal's residence fell utterly silent.
The marshal was dead, and the young marshal was now the master here. Who dared offend him?
Just then, a man's voice rang out.
"I do!"
Lu Ye stood with his hands behind his back, the very picture of righteousness.
Fu Yunxi looked utterly baffled.
"Wait, I'm the master of this residence now. What the hell does your objection matter?"
Lu Ye snorted, tipping his chin up.
"I'm your father!"
[I can't take it anymore! This insane variety show is gonna make me die laughing!]
[Lu Gougou, you really never forget your original mission.]
Fu Yunxi choked, his face flushing red.
"You're a cook. How did you turn into my father?"
Lu Ye shook his head solemnly.
"I turned over a new leaf long ago and faked my death to escape. With my enemies still around, I couldn't risk revealing my identity, so I could only conceal my whereabouts by posing as the head chef.
Now those people are all dead, and I no longer need to hold back."
He abruptly pointed at Fu Yunxi.
"You unfilial son! Apologize to your stepmother!"
Fu Yunxi's mouth hung wide open. Several seconds passed, and he still hadn't figured out how to respond.
Xie Lin's expression changed dramatically, and he cut in.
"Impossible! You're an impostor! Throw him out!"
[??? Wait, isn't this your husband? You don't even recognize him?]
[Understandable. After all, if she kills off the son too, the whole residence will belong to the