Triplets: Lucky Mommy is a Beautiful Badass

As Lu Yan's personal guard, whatever happened at home naturally could not escape Dong Jing's eyes. After he learned about what had happened at the gates, he hurried to look for Lu Yan, who was going through the account book in the study.

"Master, something big happened at the gates just now."

"What could have occurred at the gates of our home?" It was snowing heavily and it was quiet.

Dong Jing lowered his eyes. "A group of people came to claim kinship, saying that they were the father of Miss Qi's children. Qi Qingyao didn't deal with it but asked Si Jin to handle it by pretending to be her. Si Jin led the group of people to the gatehouse one by one and then killed them all."

Lu Yan's hand that was gripping a brush paused in midair. He put the wolf fur brush down onto the pen holder and said, "Killed...them all?"

Dong Jing replied in a tone that made clear it was not a joke, "Yes."

Dong Jing continued, "There is now a piled-up mountain of corpses at the gatehouse. Si Jin has asked Steward Zhang to ignore it. It seems like he has already gotten the man in the ox-head mask to look for a corpse collector to deal with this matter."

Lu Yan, "..."

He had always found Qi Qingyao to be rather reckless. As a person, she did things based on what she was feeling, but he did not think that the two guards by her side also did things based on their mood without considering other people at all!

A bunch of people had come confessing their relationship. They must have been instructed by someone, no doubt, but to have them all killed… This was a method that only her people would use.

It was ruthless.

Unfortunately, this time, those who orchestrated the event would learn what kind of person she was.

…

After Si Jin changed back into his own clothes, he made his way back to the hall. He looked at Qi Qingyao who was doing needlework on the arhat couch. Si Jin went over and sat to one side. He grabbed a roll of popped rice candy from the small white agate dish, stuffed it into his mouth, and munched away.

Qi Qingyao lifted her head lazily and asked, "What other people dropped by just now?"

Si Jin replied with a sweet smile as he ate, "A whole bunch of people who came to claim kinship. But you can rest easy. We already dealt with them."

Qi Qingyao's hand stilled. "Claim kinship? What relations were they trying to claim?"

"They all said they were the children's father," said Si Jin innocently.

Qi Qingyao, "..." A bunch of people had f*cking came to claim kinship. Who was playing a prank on her?

Si Jin pursed his lips and said somewhat discontentedly "But each and every one of them looked ugly, who knows where these knobs came from! "

Seeing him getting a little angry, Qi Qingyao suddenly felt amused.

"It seems that someone is deliberately messing with you." The voice came from the door. Qi Qingyao looked over. The door of the side hall was opened and Lu Yan, who was dressed in a white fur coat, walked in. After closing the door behind him, he first put down his fur coat before immediately sitting down on the soft couch next to her.

Qi Qingyao was a little helpless. "Why would they want to mess with me like this?"

"This, we do not know," replied Lu Yan.

Si Jin saw that Dabao was getting a little sleepy in the comfortably warm side hall and asked him if he wanted to go back to his room to take a nap. Dabao rubbed his sleepy eyes and agreed. Xiaobao and Erniu also said they wanted to sleep, so Si Jin informed Qi Qingyao of this, then immediately carried the three little guys and made his way toward Qi Qingyao's courtyard.

Only Qi Qingyao and Lu Yan were left in the side hall.

The charcoal in the brazier was burning, releasing a crackling sound.

Qi Qingyao began sewing the last pouch. As she worked, she said, "I've only arrived for a few days but people have been coming over to mess with me all day every day. Why on earth is this?"

She found it difficult to understand.

Pausing for a bit, she raised her head and looked at Lu Yan warily. "Could they be your fans?"

Lu Yan smiled helplessly. "What does this have to do with me?"