The Most Annoying Sister-in-Law, The Most Wonderful Aunt-in-Law Part One
Five minutes later.
In the lounge, the white-haired Queen and the black-haired Goddess sat on opposite sides of an elegant tea table. One sat like a conquering general, the other proud and reserved—two peaks facing off, the tension practically mountainous.
In the bizarre silence, all you could hear was clink, clink, splash—Abo nervously set out teacups and poured tea for both sides. Fragrant black tea filled the cups, steam curling into the air. Abo couldn’t help but glance left and right: one side silent and amused, the other icy and quiet. Beneath the calm surface, strange energies seemed to surge and clash.
“Ohohoho!” Beside them, Yang Kexin was once again shrouded in shadow, her eyes shooting laser beams: “Such intense vibes! Even my mighty Force is about to collapse!”
With the little girl’s comment, Abo started seeing things too. Through the swirling steam, he could almost make out phantom images of a dragon and a tiger locked in a deadly battle behind the two women. Both sides bared their fangs, dragon coiling, tiger crouching, their roars shaking the heavens. Abo shivered, wiped his forehead, and saw so much cold sweat he could moisturize his entire hand.
So scary! This whole scene is terrifying! Neither side looks easy to mess with, and I really don’t want to be stuck in the middle! Somebody save me!
“Come here, come on.” Su Muqiong beckoned from not far away, and to Abo, her voice sounded like a choir of angels.
Su Muqiong looked totally relaxed, and not just relaxed—her curled lips radiated a mischievous anticipation for drama. When Abo glanced back, even the usually friendly Aunt Su seemed to have a phantom of a witch behind her, gleefully watching the dragon-tiger showdown, cackling, "Mwahahaha!"—enough to give anyone chills.
But in the end, Su Muqiong suppressed her evil glee and called out to everyone, “Let’s go, let’s go. Those two have plenty to talk about—we should give them some space.”
Abo felt like he’d been granted amnesty and gratefully followed along. Yang Shu glanced complicatedly at the two silently facing off, but in the end said nothing.
Only Kathy Yang got dragged away—our little firecracker was snatched by Aunt Yang Shu and hauled out by the collar, kicking and screaming. Even on her way out, the laser beams in her eyes never let up, tracking the two like a spotlight at a talent show. They only stopped once she was outside, along with her weird "pew pew pew!" sound effects.
Bang! The door slammed shut, leaving just the two of them inside.
Outside, Susan Soo grinned at John Yang, way too pleased: "Lesbians? Lesbians are great! Seriously, that's a match made in heaven!"
"Yeah." John Yang replied, "Even if she doesn't end up my daughter-in-law, marrying off my girl is still a win. Honestly, I think marrying off a daughter is even tougher..."
Both of them heard that, and the vibe instantly got a little awkward. But John Yang was never one to get embarrassed—she went on the offensive right away.
She picked up her teacup and swirled it, eyeing the ripples like she was just making small talk. "Back in high school, I had this classmate—not close, not enemies, just whatever. She fell hard for this guy from the next class. Their make-out session got busted by the dean, which shook the whole school, but she doubled down and nearly got expelled. Not my business, so single me just wished they'd end up as siblings instead of lovers."
The woman across from her didn't flinch—no response, no eye contact, nothing. Like a kung fu master ignoring all the fake moves, just waiting for the real attack before striking back.
"So, when I got to college, I suddenly heard from a high school friend that this girl broke up with the guy. No big deal, not even newsworthy—just say congrats and move on. But the reason for the breakup? That's the kicker. Guess why?" Jill Young smirked, launching her attack: "She didn't break up for some normal reason. It was because she just—bam—realized she was a lesbian. Can you believe it? After all that drama, she just—bam—turned out to be into girls!"
I thought it was just one of those weird stories, like a rabbit biting someone. But who would've thought—today, I ran into that kind of thing myself... Actually, never mind, I can't even describe it. So tell me—" Jill Young set her teacup down with a clink, crossed her legs, and flopped back on the couch, rolling her eyes. Her gaze turned sharp and teasing, like a sword aimed straight at the other woman: "Isn't that just... wild?"
First strike! The Queen makes her move!