Gem Atkinson retreated in frustration after being poked by her, shouting, "Forsythia!"
"Moreover, I found you disgusting for sleeping with that darling of yours, so I didn't hesitate to abort your child. I don't want such a disgusting seed to sprout in my belly."
With a crisp 'slap,' time seemed to freeze in the air.
Gem used almost all his strength to slap Forsythia, but immediately afterward, he felt as if all his energy was being drained, and his hands started to shake uncontrollably.
He hit her. He actually hit her? She thought she would never be sad because of him again. But this slap made her extremely upset, even more uncomfortable than when he strangled her.
She used all her strength to push Gem away and yelled, "Gem Atkinson, get away from me! Get out of River State if you don't want to see me."
For a long time, Gem didn't say a word, just lowering his head and looking at his hand, not knowing what he was thinking. After a while, he turned around, walked towards the Lykan car, and opened the door without turning his head. He coldly said, "Leave Enchanting, or I will destroy it."
At that time, Yigol Foster, the head of Enchanting, was hosting a banquet for the young master of the Hancock Family, Flynn Taylor, in the Golden Jade Hall. The two reached an agreement on Pan Hancock's smashing of Enchanting: the Hancock Family would compensate for all Enchanting's losses, Pan Hancock would be grounded for three months, and Yigol Foster would help the Hancock Family in South City to solve the problem of the last demolition household.
After sending Mr. Taylor away, Yigol Foster went to a foot bath accompanied by a group of subordinates and bodyguards.
This foot bath also belonged to Yigol's Pay Group.
As soon as their feet were soaked, two attendants came in. One of them asked with a smile, "Third Brother, long time no see. Where have you been busy?"
Another one rolled his eyes and scoffed, "What kind of question is this? You're pretending to be confused when you already know. Didn't you just say that we heard about Third Brother's injury? Where else could he be busy but in the hospital, healing his wounds?"
As she finished, a wave of snickers filled the room.
Yigol Foster didn't mind the banter from the two attendants and said, "You're well-informed."
'Yah,' the second attendant said deliberately, "Third Brother, is it true that you got seriously injured by a little chili pepper?"
Yigol Foster narrowed his eyes and smiled ambiguously as a sudden ringtone interrupted him. Knowing it was his phone, Yigol Foster ignored it and continued to chat casually with the two attendants.
As Yigol Foster didn't pick up the phone, the bodyguard on the side took it seriously, grabbed the phone and saw the caller ID displaying 'Wife.' He hurriedly handed the phone to Yigol Foster, "Third Brother."
Yigol Foster, who was having fun with the two attendants, glanced at the phone casually, his eyes lighting up, and then made a gesture.
The bodyguards got the hint and ushered the two attendants out.
Yigol Foster took the phone, slid it open, and called affectionately, "Wife."
This voice...
The bodyguards covered their mouths and chuckled. Their Third Brother was really different when it came to that little chili pepper.
On the other side, Forsythia had grown numb to Yigol Foster calling her 'Wife.' She held an ice pack against her swollen cheek and got straight to the point, "Yigol Foster, I need to take the night off."
She couldn't perform with her swollen face, let alone the fact that Gem's last words were a threat to destroy Enchanting... Sigh, Gem was someone who always kept his word, and she still needed Enchanting to get closer to Yigol Foster.
Asking for a leave? Yigol Foster sat up straight, "What happened?"
"It's a long story."
"Then start from the beginning." As he spoke, he seemed utterly helpless, even his tone full of bitter resentment, "Wife, you owe me more and more. How can you only think of taking leave every day?"
"More and more?" Forsythia didn't understand. Doesn't she just owe him one injury...?
"Since you're on leave, won't the number of people coming to my Enchanting decrease? If fewer people come to my Enchanting, won't I make less money? If I make less money, won't there be fewer women coming to curry favor with me? If there are fewer women, won't my range of wife choices be smaller? If my range is smaller, won't my chances of getting a wife decrease? Without a wife, how can I pass on my family line? If I can't pass the family line, how can I face my ancestors? If I can't face my ancestors, won't I become a lone wild ghost? If I become a lone wild ghost, won't I...?"
With such an accounting, how could it merely be more and more?
It was as if she owed him enough for ten lifetimes.
"Stop! Stop! Stop!" Forsythia was given a headache by his calculations and asked, "If I accidentally crush one of your chickens, will you want me to compensate you with a whole chicken farm?"
"Yes, that's the point. One farm isn't enough, at least... Uh, let me see, uh..."
Unexpectedly, he admitted it directly. Listening to his shameless calculations from the other side and the laughter of his gang, she knew that he was deliberately acting like a rogue. Forsythia was so angry that she rolled her eyes continuously and said, "Yigol Foster, I'm talking about something serious."
"I'm talking about something serious, too."
"Yigol Foster, I had an accident and got injured."
An accident? Injured?
At the sound of her crisp voice, Yigol Foster was initially a little dazed, "What did you say?" He knew about Little Chili's skills, and there weren't many people in River State who could hurt her. She actually got hurt?
"Yigol Foster, I said I got hurt."
Once sure she was talking about her injury, Yigol Foster's playful smile vanished, and he anxiously asked, "How did it happen? Who did it? Where are you hurt?"
"I accidentally fell off the car and scratched my face."
Hearing that, Yigol Foster paused for a moment, smiled bitterly at the endless possibilities he had imagined earlier, and wondered if he was the typical case of being overly concerned?
Muttering a curse and exhaling smoke, Yigol Foster finally calmed down and asked, "What about your hands and feet? Are they okay?"
"My hands and feet are fine. It's just that my face is swollen, so I can't wear a mask, and I have to take leave."
"Alright, where are you?"
"At home."
"Wait for me; I'll come to see you."
"Hey, hey, hey..."
But Yigol Foster had already hung up the phone and ordered, "Prepare some anti-swelling medicine, healing medicine for scratches, and a fruit basket. I'm going to visit your sister-in-law."
"Yes, Third Brother."
One of the younger brothers took the opportunity to suggest, "Third Brother, why not take this opportunity...?"
"Hm?"
The younger brother approached Yigol Foster with a mysterious and ingratiating smile.