Madam Fengzi? Zhao Youlin was a little stunned. So that meant those voices belonged to her third uncle Zhao Shunchang and her third aunt Sun Fengzi, whom she had not had the chance to meet since she arrived here?

Regarding this family, Zhao Youlin could vaguely remember that this third uncle of hers was the last child of the old man and his wife. As he was born prematurely, he was weaker than the normal child after birth.

And for this reason, the whole family doted on him, though sometimes when certain things were done excessively, it tended to backfire. Her third uncle here was too pampered. He rarely suffered any setbacks. They had turned him into a weakling when they raised him.

Because he was raised by a bunch of women, not only had he developed a weak character, but they even got him a hen-pecking wife without thinking it through.

She heard that her third aunt here came from a family with a high-ranking government background. She grew up spoiled and had a terrible character. Her third uncle was already afraid of her before they were married, much less to break out of her control after they were married.

Although she had heard about the feebleness of her third uncle and the fierceness of her third aunt, she never thought that her third aunt would dare to say such unkind words to her third uncle's face and that her third uncle did not have the courage to talk back even when he was being insulted like this.

Zhao Youlin was still thinking about it when a different male voice came from the other side suddenly. His tone was impatient. "That's enough. Why are you fighting? This is annoying. Something big has happened inside, and yet you guys are still here fighting. Is there something wrong with your heads?"

Zhao Yulin frowned and turned her head to look at Uncle Zhao. Predictably, she saw that Uncle Zhao's face was getting grimmer.

A trace of realization crossed Zhao Youlin's eyes instantly. It looked like the man who just spoke, if she was not mistaken, should be her third uncle and third aunt's only son, Zhao Yifei.

How could a son yell at his parents and ask them whether there was something wrong with them? That really left her speechless.

Yet the woman who was yelled at by him did not mind it at all as she coaxed him lovingly. All the harsh attitude she had projected on her husband a while ago vanished completely.

"Yifei, what's wrong? Why are you so mad all of sudden?"

Upon hearing that, Zhao Youlin sneered on the spot. They were made for each other indeed. One was domineering while the other one was submissive.

In her opinion, the reason why her little cousin was so haughty and dared to insult even his own parents was that he was spoiled by his mother. An overly doting mother ruined her child.

Zhao Youlin shook her head and glanced at Joy.

"Mommy…" Joy called Zhao Youlin in a small voice.

Zhao Youlin made a shush gesture to him and signaled him to put down the cake that he had already almost eaten. Then, she took some tissues from the side to wipe Joy's mouth. She was planning to leave before those few people noticed them.

She did not want this brain-dead family to corrupt her well-behaved, cute, and still innocent little Joy.

When Zhao Youlin got up and was about to leave, she heard Zhao Yifei at the entrance of the courtyard reply to his mother indignantly, "What's wrong? Do you know what happened at grandpa's birthday banquet just now when we were late? Grandpa announced that he was going to let Uncle Shunrong adopt Uncle Shuncheng's eldest daughter, the one who just got divorced."

"Really?" Sun Fengzi seemed to be taken aback for a second, but then she laughed in a low voice. She maintained her initial mean streak. "So it's true that Duan Yarong that woman can't give birth to a child, she even has to snatch someone else's child in the end. This is really ridiculous."

As soon as Sun Fengzi said that, Zhao Youlin's face darkened. A few traces of annoyance faintly appeared between her brows.

That's who Zhao Youlin was. When someone was good to her, she would do everything to repay that someone. If someone hurt her, she would do everything to retaliate. To put it bluntly, she was vindictive and she was protective of people she cared about.

As for the woman who had shown her kindness since the beginning, even though they had only spent one afternoon together, she had completely regarded the woman as her family.

Since she was a family, she would not allow anyone to insult her like this.

And this woman here, who did not even meet her, had no idea that because of her remarks, Zhao Youlin had completely categorized her into the same group of eccentrics including Zhao Shuncheng and his family.

Zhao Yifei snorted and said irritably, "If only that's the case, Grandpa not only let Uncle Shunrong adopt Cousin Youlin, but he also announced in front of everyone to let her be the second heir of the Zhao family besides Uncle Shunrong. That is to say, once grandpa passes away, if Uncle Shunrong does not inherit the Zhao family, Cousin Youlin would take over the family. We won't get anything at all."

"What?!" Sun Fengzi lost her calmness upon hearing that, even her voice rose an octave. "Has the old master lost his mind? How could he possibly let that little wench who disgraced the Zhao family become the heir? What about our Yifei? What about me?"

"That's enough!" When Zhao Shunchang heard Sun Fengzi insulting even his own father, he finally could not stand it but yelled at her.

Sun Fengzi was stunned for a second as she did not expect that he would yell at her. Her expression turned sullen and she continued to snarl even louder. "You yelled at me? How could you yell at me? Who gives you the right to yell at me? What did I marry you for? You have no talent nor virtue. You've got no guts at all. If you had been more successful, if you had been able to assume a more presentable position in Zhao family's Zhao Group, would Yifei, as the only male successor of the Zhao family, be in such a situation today? And I, would I still be inferior to Duan Yarong, that infertile wench?"

Sun Fengzi took a step forward with each sentence, confronting him.

Zhao Shunchang was forced to step backward. His face paled. He wanted to say something, but no words came out.

At that moment, a dark snicker that contained a bit of anger suddenly came from somewhere in the courtyard. "Who are you calling an infertile wench?"

Sun Fengzi and Zhao Shunchang were dumbfounded. They exchanged glances with each other. Together with Zhao Yifei, they turned their heads to look at the source of the sound.

And they saw a young girl in a red dress, walking out from the pavilion that had been ignored by them completely.

The moment Zhao Yifei laid eyes on Zhao Youlin, his eyes lit up. A hint of amazement and... lust crossed his lecherous eyes.

Perhaps because Zhao Youlin had had little contact with the Zhao family since she married into the Mu family, perhaps because the current Zhao Youlin was so different from the previous her, Sun Fengzi and Zhao Shunchang did not recognize her at first sight.

Recalling all the things they said had been heard by this girl, who just came out of nowhere, an even more sour look crossed their faces.

"You..." Sun Fengzi took the initiative to take a few steps forward. She attempted to make a preemptive move. Though as she got closer, it allowed her to see Zhao Youlin's appearance clearly.

After being stunned for a moment, Sun Fengzi's nervousness dissipated. She snickered arrogantly and said, "It's you, Youlin. What are you doing here, when you should be serving the guests inside?"