Fang Liyuan came to Liu Qingqing and asked for her advice, making the latter overjoyed.

What a stupid woman!

Last time, Qiao Shaoting suddenly appeared and broke her plan. She was thinking about the next plan, but Fang Liyuan came to her.

Liu Qingqing held back her excitement.

She pretended to feel sorry for Fang Liyuan and said, "Sister Liyuan, Bai Xiaoru must be dealt with. She is pregnant with Yaozu's child and even came to Qiao Palace to show off. Keeping such a woman is a disaster. I must help you."

"Then come up with a solution," Fang Liyuan urged Liu Qingqing. "Now, both Shaoting and Old Mrs. Qiao want the baby. They even don't allow me to get close to Bai Xiaoru. Last time, I made trouble for her but was seen by Shaoting. I'm afraid it won't be easy for me to see that bitch again."

Liu Qingqing was lost in thought.

She had to think it over.

Now that Fang Liyuan had come to her, she must come up with a perfect plan.

This time, she must kill Fang Liyuan.

After all, her wedding was coming.

Liu Qingqing gently said to Fang Liyuan, "Sister Liyuan, don't worry. I will help you, but please give me some time."

Qiao Palace was full of evil thoughts.

On the surface, it looked peaceful, but in fact, all the forces were ready to make a move, and none of them had the mood to enjoy their lives.

In City A, someone's life was not peaceful either, such as Fang Panpan.

She had been back to City A for a long time.

Her parents finally found something wrong.

When Fang Panpan just came back, they thought she was on vacation.

After all, she worked in the government, so the benefits must be good, and vacations were common.

Therefore, the couple provided Fang Panpan with delicious food and drinks. However, after a long time, they felt strange.

No matter how good the benefits were, it was impossible for her to take a vacation for so long.

When they saw Fang Panpan find a job in City A, they knew there was something wrong.

They immediately asked their daughter what was going on.

It was not easy to hide it from her parents now, so Fang Panpan told them that she had resigned from the North government. The expressions of Mr. Fang and Mrs. Fang changed as soon as they heard them. Since then, their attitude towards their daughter changed greatly.

In the past, every day Fang Panpan went back home, delicious dishes would be served.

Now, she had to go back to cook.

Besides cooking, all the housework at home was done by her.

Moreover, Mr. Fang and Mrs. Fang disparaged her every day.

"You are born to be a bitch. How could you lose such a good job? How could you be so lowly?"

"How could I have such a shameful daughter like you? What should I say in front of my relatives later? Everyone will laugh at me. Fang Panpan, why are you so disappointing?"

"It seems that Fang Yuanyuan is more reliable. Luckily, we have a daughter like Yuanyuan. Otherwise, we will have a hard life forever."

Fang Panpan was angry with her parents' mockery, but she bore it.

She was not in a good mood recently and had no strength to quarrel with her parents.

But why was she in a bad mood? The separation of Qin Yu and Qiao Shaoting made her feel aggrieved for Qin Yu and angry at Qiao Shaoting.

And she found that returning to City A made her very uncomfortable.

Yes, she was not used to living here.

City A was her hometown and the place where she was born and raised. She was not used to it even when her parents were good to her.

She missed life in the North very much.

Every day, there were close leaders and gentle colleagues at work. After work, she could go back to the house to cook all kinds of delicious food, and Waston would accompany her to have dinner.

But now, all of them were gone.

Even if she was not used to it, she could not go back.

It was a kind of conscience.

Qiao Shaoting was so heartless to Qin Yu. She couldn't go to the North and continue to work for Qiao Shaoting.

After work this day, Fang Panpan dragged her tired body to cook.

When she was cooking, Mrs. Fang stood at a corner of the kitchen and found fault with her. "The dishes you cooked yesterday were salty. Don't make them so salty today."

"And this rice, don't make it so soft. Your father and I like it harder."

"Put some pepper in that dish. Who do you put so much?"

"Bang!"

Fang Panpan couldn't stand it anymore.

She put down the spade in her hand and said to Mrs. Fang, "Mom, if you don't like the food I cook, you can do it yourself."

Mrs. Fang sneered. "I'll do it myself. Then what will you do? You've already humiliated your father and me. If you don't do more at home now, do you still want to be a useless daughter?"

Fang Panpan held back her anger and said, "I've done all the housework, but you keep making trouble for me."

"Hey, what's wrong? Can't I blame you?" Mrs. Fang raised her voice and said, "Do you think you are still working in the presidential palace? Do you still want me to be kind to you? Dream on! It's your fortune that I don't kick you out of the house. Shame on you! Why did you go home instead of doing such a good job?"

"That's my own choice. It has nothing to do with you," Fang Panpan said in a low voice.

"It has something to do with me." Mrs. Fang's eyes flashed with hatred. "When you were working in the presidential palace, we were proud of you, and it was convenient for us to deal with things with your job. All the relatives of our family fawned on your father and me. Now, it is all gone. You are a loser and even make us lost faces."

Mrs. Fang became angrier and angrier as she spoke. At last, she pointed at Fang Panpan and shouted, "Why don't you go to die, you disappointing thing?

Fang Panpan felt sad.

Well, this was her mother.

When she worked in the North, her parents treated her so well just because she could save their faces and let their relatives fawn on them.

But now that she was back, they had completely changed. Were they really her family?

Living with them was so painful that she couldn't feel any happiness.

But when she was in the North, Waston had nothing to do with her, but she felt so warm and happy.

Fang Panpan felt a lump in her throat.

She would rather live with Waston than her so-called family.

"If you don't die, continue to cook for me. Your father and I are still waiting for dinner!" Mrs. Fang shouted at Fang Panpan again.

Suddenly, Fang Panpan threw the spatula away.

What should she cook?

After enduring for so long, she couldn't bear it anymore.

(to be continued)