Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 1810 - 0139: One Bed, Three Mothers and Daughters 5

"Let us pin the responsibility on the Chen family instead." The robust woman was indifferent to the actual circumstances of Li Chonghe’s passing; her sole concern was the Liu family's prestige. Provided a prominent enough scapegoat could be found to shoulder the blame, she would be satisfied.

The attractive youth remarked, "Yet Shen Siying has maintained such a low profile; she lacks any motive to strike. The logic doesn't quite hold up."

"If I declare it is her, then it is her. No one will dare dispute it," the burly woman snapped with irritation. She then inquired, "On another note, has there been any word from Kui?"

"The Young Master has sent no messages. I wonder if..." The handsome man paused, filled with doubt.

"How dare you! My son is unharmed. Utter another word of doubt and I will end you!" the woman barked, her expression twisting into a mask of ferocity.

She was, in fact, Liu Qingqing—the mother of Li Yuan Kui and the widow of Li Chonghe. Had Wang Yue laid eyes on her, the reason for Li Yuan Kui’s lack of resemblance to his father would have been clear; the boy had predominantly inherited his mother’s features.

"I beg your forgiveness for my lapse," the young man stammered, his brow damp with cold sweat. He transitioned the topic quickly: "What is our plan regarding the Chen family?"

"Patience. We must locate Kui first to ensure Shen Siying isn't driven to a desperate counterattack." The woman shook her head, her eyes burning with a growing heat as she scrutinized the young man. "I am feeling quite agitated tonight. Perhaps you could give me a massage?"

A flicker of revulsion crossed the handsome youth's eyes, yet he masked it with a joyful facade, immediately attending to Liu Qingqing. His movements, however, were hardly professional... and before long, the interaction devolved into something far more scandalous.

"The youth of today are truly remarkable—so brimming with vitality," Liu Qingqing remarked with a heavy sigh.

It now became apparent why Li Chonghe had been so desperate to use his Qi to preserve the visage of a twenty-year-old man...

Meanwhile, Wang Yue and Su Mengqing remained oblivious to the looming storm threatening the three great families of Jinling. It was not a lack of wit on their part.

Rather, they simply never imagined that Li Chonghe’s wife would have no interest in the actual killer, nor did they guess that Shen Siying was secretly a formidable master of the Gui Zhen realm. Consequently, she had been handpicked by Liu Qingqing to serve as the fall person.

Following a night of rigorous dual-cultivation, Wang Yue’s prowess had finally peaked at the first level of the Gui Zhen realm.

While such progress was terrifyingly rapid, he remained restless, feeling he had only just crossed the threshold of true power.

His ultimate ambition was to march upon the Yang family—the sacred land of martial arts—and reclaim his second aunt, Su Mengchen, to restore his mother's joy.

Infiltrating such a hallowed martial sanctuary and defeating its guardians was a monumental challenge.

It was highly probable that hidden masters beyond the "Transcendent Realm" resided within those walls.

"The Transcendent Realm... I must attain that stage within three years!" Wang Yue vowed silently.

To an outsider, this might seem simple, given that Wang Yue had leaped from the "Qi Refining Realm" to the "Gui Zhen" realm in a mere fortnight.

In reality, the path was grueling. As one ascended, the difficulty of Cultivation spiked exponentially; specifically, within the "Transcendent Realm," every minor advancement represented a massive surge in strength.

At that level, each small step forward was more grueling than all previous stages combined, and the gap in combat ability between tiers was staggering.

Although Wang Yue’s peak "Heavenly Yuan Realm" Qi allowed him to rival someone at the third level of the "Gui Zhen" realm now, it did not guarantee he could stand against a novice of the "Transcendent Realm."

Nevertheless, Wang Yue felt confident within his own rank—his Qi purity was unmatched, and he possessed top-tier techniques like the eighth-level "Great Wild Wind."

The following day was spent at home immersed in martial manuals. That evening, he had intended to practice dual-cultivation with his sister, Wang Xin’er, but her presence made things complicated.

Left with no choice, he departed the Wang estate for the secluded wilderness to test two newly acquired techniques.

After forty-eight hours of focused study, he had grasped the essence of these skills and was ready for live practice. It was clear that those at higher realms could master lower-tier arts with incredible speed.

With just one night of training, he had achieved proficiency in the "Light Smoke Step," a high-grade movement skill that effectively doubled his velocity.

He had also made great strides with the mid-tier "Soul-Cutting Sword," successfully channeling half of its maximum potential.

Relying solely on his swordsmanship, he could now hold his own against a genuine expert of the "Gui Zhen" realm.

Once his training concluded, Wang Yue bypassed the Wang manor and drove toward the heart of the city. During their last encounter at the summit, he hadn't fully pushed his mother-in-law to her limits; now that her strength was likely restored, it was time for a true union.

Arriving at the Chen family's corporate building, Wang Yue took the elevator to the executive floor, notably missing his aunt Chen Chen. Upon exiting, he spotted a woman in sharp business attire mopping a floor that was already gleaming.

"Young Master Wang," the woman exclaimed, her face lighting up with shock as she hurried toward him.

"Is that... Auntie He?" Wang Yue was stunned. Her transformation in just a few days was incredible. Her previously graying hair was now a lustrous black, styled in a sophisticated coil that gave her an air of professional grace.

Her complexion, once prematurely aged by hardship, now glowed with vitality; she appeared no older than forty.

With her natural features restored, she was undeniably a woman of immense mature charm.

The tailored office wear highlighted her shapely figure, creating a silhouette that would turn heads in any crowd.

This was the result of only a few days—given more time, she would undoubtedly become even more stunning, rivaling the beauty of her own daughter.

"It is indeed me, Young Master Wang. What brings you to the office?" He Qiong asked, her voice trembling with gratitude. She viewed Wang Yue as her family's savior.

This benevolent Young Master had rescued them from ruin, provided her with this prestigious position, and even secured employment for Li Gang. To her, it was nothing short of a blessing from the heavens.

"I have some business to discuss with Auntie Xue," Wang Yue answered, keeping his true intentions hidden—it was his mother-in-law he was really after.

However, he then reflected that He Qiong was technically a mother-in-law of sorts too, as he had long since stopped viewing Lan Jie as a mere servant, but as his woman.