Long Live the Mad Wife!

Chapter 37: The Little Cat’s Outburst

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

Feng Chuge’s eyebrows quivered and she stood in place.

The white meatball leaned in her embrace as it yawned lazily.

Shui Yuer and Shui Wuji thought that she had been tempted by the offer, but unexpectedly, Feng Chuge scoffed.

“Being rich is indeed a good thing, but not everything in this world can be bought with money. I’m not selling this cat today.”

Shui Wuji’s expression stiffened, while Shui Yuer’s expression completely changed.

“Do you know who we are?”

“Why would I care…” Feng Chuge sneered.

Shui Yuer’s expression changed once again. In the end, she moved forward. “I want this cat no matter what!”

Feng Chuge’s eyes slightly shrunk when she detected the movements from behind.

It seemed like this little girl was thinking of taking it from her!

Shui Yuer was an Intermediate Spiritual Warrior. Even though she was not considered the best among her peers, her level was still considered good.

The reason why she wanted the cat earlier was only because it appeared extremely cute.

In fact, she didn’t really have a need for it. However, the young lady in front of her was prettier and it made her feel a sense of injustice. Since she had lost in the looks department, she would not allow herself to lose on something else.

Shui Yuer flew forward with the intention of snatching it away.

However, Zilan suddenly went up and stopped her attack.

“Brother! She bullied me!” Shui Yuer burst into tears and complained to Shui Wuji.

Shui Wuji felt a huge headache from his sister’s behavior.

“Since the other party is unwilling to sell, we should forget about it…” Shui Wuji knew that those who could enter the underground trading area were all wealthy individuals. Ordinary people were not even aware that this place existed. As such, he dared not rashly offend her.

“I don’t care, I want this cat!” Shui Yuer gritted her teeth and continued.

She suddenly pulled out a whip from her waist.

It was the Spiritual Snake Whip, a unique weapon of the Shui Family that was extremely lethal.

“Yuer, that’s enough!” when Shui Wuji saw her taking out the whip he cried out in alarm.

He wanted to stop her, but alas, it was too late. Shui Yuer had already aimed the whip at the blue-robed young lady.

Her aim was extremely accurate and headed for Feng Chuge’s face without the slightest deviation.

When Zilan and the rest were about to step forth, a white meatball suddenly flashed past.

BAM! 

A loud sound could be heard and the white meatball directly struck against Shui Yuer’s body.

Shui Yuer cried out in pain and threw the whip to one side.

The white meatball pounced on Shui Yuer, and waved its claws as it scratched her face.

Shui Yuer twisted in pain on the ground.

“Let go, you beast! Hurry and get lost!”

That’s right, the white cat was currently standing on Shui Yuer’s body.

The moment Shui Yuer waved the whip, the cat in Feng Chuge’s arms seemed to have detected something. Its blue eyes flickered with a cold glint. Before anyone managed to react, it had directly dashed out from Feng Chuge’s embrace and pounced on Shui Yuer.

Feng Chuge frowned as she looked at the meatball scratching at Shui Yuer’s body.

This cat’s personality really fit her taste!

The cat was still scratching and there was already blood trickling down from Shui Yuer’s face.