Chapter 475 - 472: The Original Owner’s Mother

Chapter 475: Chapter 472: The Original Owner’s Mother

Just then, during this peaceful moment, a pleasant but angry female voice shattered the tranquility of the small courtyard:

"Shuang Hua, get out here! Are you that obsessed with my Beast Husband? He doesn’t even like you."

’This... is the original owner’s Mother?’

The atmosphere inside the treehouse instantly dropped to a freezing point.

Cradling the cubs, Bai Wanwan slowly sat up.

Yan Lie and Hua Han, who were standing guard nearby, immediately stepped forward, flanking her protectively.

"Wanwan?" Yan Lie asked in a low voice.

"Let’s go see." Bai Wanwan’s voice was unusually calm as she stood up, still holding the cubs.

Like the most loyal guards, Yan Lie and Hua Han followed closely behind her. They moved silently to the treehouse’s wooden window and peered out through a crack.

At the entrance to the small courtyard stood a female of stunning beauty.

She wore an incredibly luxurious, ice-blue Jue Sha Long Skirt, adorned with tiny pearls and shimmering scales that sparkled in the sunlight. It accentuated her already outstanding features, making her appear even more radiant and captivating.

But the unconcealed anger on her face somewhat marred this beauty.

Inside, Bai Wanwan, Yan Lie, and Hua Han were all stunned.

Lan Yi’s face... the contours of her brows and eyes, the curve of her nose, even the subtle details of her full lips—it all bore a startling resemblance to Bai Wanwan.

The shape of their eyes, in particular, looked as if they had been cast from the same mold.

Yan Lie and Hua Han turned to look at Bai Wanwan in shock, then glanced back at Lan Yi outside. "Wanwan, this..."

The corners of Bai Wanwan’s lips curved into an unreadable smile. "It’s probably what you’re thinking."

Shuang Hua walked out of the treehouse and stood on the platform, suppressing her anger. "Lan Yi, what nonsense are you spouting? I stopped coveting him long ago! I just don’t want to see our Flood Dragon Tribe completely ruined by a malicious foreign female like you."

"Hah!"

Lan Yi scoffed as if she’d just heard the world’s biggest joke. She pointed a finger, its nail painted with vibrant juice, at Shuang Hua. "Ruin the tribe? Are you trying a new tactic to target me now? Pinning some great crime on my name? Too bad for you, no one will believe it!"

Before her words had even faded, two figures swiftly appeared at Shuang Hua’s side.

It was Zhu Xiu and Jin Yi, who had heard the commotion and rushed over from behind the house.

Zhu Xiu was tall and powerfully built, his cold, vertical pupils locking onto Lan Yi, exuding an invisible pressure. Jin Yi, meanwhile, resembled a warrior forged from gold, his golden eyes filled with scrutiny and unconcealed chilliness.

Lan Yi’s gaze was instantly drawn to these two powerful, handsome young males who had suddenly appeared.

When she came to her senses, it was as if she had found a new line of attack.

"You go telling Jiao Yuan I’m mating with other males, but what about you? Secretly hiding two young, strong males in your own home? How are you any better than me?" Lan Yi snorted, her tone dripping with contempt. "Shuang Hua Saintess, you’re really something! You always put on such a pure and holy act, but aren’t you doing the same thing behind closed doors?"

"You... You’re spouting nonsense!" Shuang Hua’s whole body trembled with anger, her face deathly pale. The finger she pointed at Lan Yi was shaking. "They are not my Beast Husbands! They are my honored guests."

"Not your Beast Husbands?" Lan Yi cut her off with an exaggerated laugh, as if she’d heard the funniest joke. "If they aren’t your Beast Husbands, why are they living in your house? And being so protective of you? Shuang Hua, you don’t actually think you can do all this and still pretend to be a saint waiting for Jiao Yuan to choose you as his mate, do you?"

Her words grew increasingly vile, and she gave Shuang Hua no chance to explain, relentlessly slinging mud.

"I knew it! You’re just a desperate slut who can’t stand being alone! You only know how to put on an act in front of Jiao Yuan!"

Just then, the wooden door of the treehouse was pushed open with a CREAK.

Cradling the cubs, Bai Wanwan walked out slowly, flanked by Yan Lie and Hua Han.

Her steps were steady and her expression was placid, but her gaze, like a cold searchlight, shot directly toward the female at the courtyard gate who shared her face.

Lan Yi’s torrent of abuse came to an abrupt halt when she saw the young female emerge.

But only for a moment. She turned to Bai Wanwan and demanded, "And who are you? Don’t tell me you’re the female cub she secretly gave birth to?"

She said this deliberately; the young female’s aura was clearly different from Lan Yi’s.

Shuang Hua, however, was so angry she wanted to kick her. "What nonsense are you talking about? Get out of my home now!"

Bai Wanwan quietly watched the female before her. ’She’s beautiful, but shallow. Thankfully... she’s only the previous owner’s Mother, not mine.’

"What is all this noise?" A deep, authoritative voice instantly cut through the clamor.

A tall, burly figure appeared at the courtyard entrance, his presence oppressive.

Jiao Yuan’s face was stern, his brows tightly knit. He exuded an air of authority without even trying to be angry.

His gaze first swept over Shuang Hua, who was trembling with rage. Then, it fell upon his beloved female, Lan Yi, noting her slightly reddened eyes and aggrieved expression. Finally, his scrutinizing eyes landed on Bai Wanwan, who stood holding her cubs, tightly guarded between Yan Lie and Hua Han.

As if she had found her pillar of support, Lan Yi instantly threw herself at Jiao Yuan’s side, clutching his arm. Her delicate voice was choked with sobs. "You’re finally here! Shuang Hua has gone too far! Not only did she slander me, claiming I want to destroy the tribe, but she... she also ganged up with this strange little female and her males to hurl insults at me."

She buried her head in Jiao Yuan’s chest, her shoulders shaking slightly in a heartfelt and convincing performance.

Jiao Yuan instinctively wrapped his arm around Lan Yi, patting her back soothingly. His gaze toward Shuang Hua and Bai Wanwan instantly turned cold and oppressive. "Shuang Hua, I’ve told you before, stop targeting her! Must you force my hand?"

Watching Jiao Yuan protect Lan Yi without hesitation and hearing his cold accusation, the last faint ember of hope in Shuang Hua’s heart was extinguished, leaving only a bone-chilling cold.

She opened her mouth, but realized any explanation would be futile in the face of Jiao Yuan’s favoritism. In the end, she just gave a bitter smile and turned her head away, no longer looking at them.

Seeing Shuang Hua’s silence, Jiao Yuan took it as an admission of Lan Yi’s accusations, which only annoyed him further.

"Jiao Yuan Clan Leader, do you also manage the tribe’s affairs this brainlessly?" Bai Wanwan said, stepping forward to stand beside Shuang Hua.

"What?" Jiao Yuan almost thought he had misheard.

When he processed it, he stared at her. "Little female, watch your words! This is the Flood Dragon Tribe."

Facing Jiao Yuan’s grim expression, Bai Wanwan acted as if she were completely detached from the situation.

She ignored Jiao Yuan’s ashen face and his fire-breathing glare. Her calm gaze swept over Lan Yi, who had tilted her chin up again now that she had support, and continued in that same flat, matter-of-fact tone:

"We’ve only just arrived and are staying temporarily at Aunt Shuang’s home. This wife of yours came here uninvited, barging into someone else’s home. The moment she opened her mouth, it was to make malicious assumptions and slander Aunt Shuang’s good name, even dragging an innocent bystander like me into it. Aunt Shuang got angry and said a few words in her own defense, and that becomes ’hurling insults’ and ’ganging up to bully’ her?"