F City.
In a modest residential building—
“Ptui! That so-called ‘Dog Fart Master’s wife’—what a joke! She doesn’t deserve the title! If Master hadn’t taken pity on her and her child back then and gone out of his way to help them, would she have ever had a chance to worm her way in?!”
“She wants to go from rags to riches, fine, everyone has the right to pursue a better life—but you can’t climb up by stabbing others in the back!”
“All of us brothers knew exactly who Master wanted to leave Cao Ji to. What the h*ll does it have to do with Yu Shangmei?!”
“And look at her now—cutting everyone off, forcing Eldest Senior Brother to leave for over twenty years. When Master was in the hospital, how many times did she visit? How often did she even check in?!”
“She didn’t lift a finger, but when it was time to reap the benefits, she was the first to show up. I just don’t get it—how can someone be so shameless?!”
Cao Sanpang sat right outside his front door, voice booming. He didn’t care about losing face, didn’t care who heard—his curses echoed through the whole building.
This scene had been replaying every single day for over two weeks now.
Every day after lunch, during everyone’s rest time, was when he opened his throat and “rehearsed.”
The whole building went silent. No one dared make a sound.
This was employee housing for Cao Ji, so neighbors were coworkers—some worked in the kitchen, some at the front desk, some were administrative staff, even mid-level managers had nap rooms here. Of course, they all knew who that “shameless Yu Shangmei” he kept yelling about was.
At first, a few brave souls tried to get him to stop. But they were each met with a steel spoon to the forehead. The pain was… otherworldly.
No one tried again.
So the gossip sessions became part of their daily routine. Eventually, instead of complaining, people just… leaned in to listen. Who didn’t love some hot, juicy drama?
They wished he’d say more. Spill the tea, big bro. Spill all of it.
After finishing today’s verbal rampage, Cao Sanpang stood up, casually brushed the sunflower seed shells off his lap, and put away his tiny stool.
He walked back inside, shutting the door with a loud bang.
Ahhh~
Refreshed and invigorated.
From upstairs, Cao Fuman and Cao Dazhuang sent congratulatory messages in the group chat:
“Second Senior Brother, you’re a legend!”
“Second Senior Brother is GOAT!”
Downstairs, Cao Biao and Cao Xiangqing quickly chimed in too.
Cao Sanpang replied: “Whose turn is it to write tomorrow’s script?”
Cao Xiangqing: “Mine.”
Cao Sanpang: “You better study under Biao more. Look at today’s script—short, sharp, right on the mark!”
Cao Xiangqing: “[Got it.]”
Sanpang set his phone down, picked up his teacup. His throat was parched from all that yelling—time to hydrate.
Knock knock.
His hand froze mid-sip.
Who the h*ll was it now? Another dumb*ss here to get clobbered?
Clang!
He slapped the cup down and grabbed his trusty tool of destruction—a giant iron spoon.
He yanked the door open, spoon already raised and pointed at the visitor’s nose.
“Don’t bother asking. That’s right, I’m the one who’s been cursing—so what?! You got a problem with that?!”
The man on the other side blinked, surprised for a split second, but quickly composed himself.
“Hello. My name is Wang Chengyang, I’m a lawyer from Taihe Law Firm. I’ve been entrusted by Miss Jiang to handle your resignation dispute.”
Cao Sanpang: “?”
Wait—not here to pick a fight?
“Cough. May I come in to discuss the matter?”
“Ah—y-yeah, of course. Come in, come in.”
Wang Chengyang: “Nice spoon.”
Cao Sanpang: “Right? Solid iron. Weighs about ten pounds!”
“……”
Only then did Cao Sanpang realize the d*mn spoon was still shoved in the poor guy’s face.
Swish!
He hastily pulled it back and hid it behind his back, forcing a sheepish smile that could not be more awkward.
