Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2175: 496: The Bond of Blood 4

When it came to hardware and tools, Wang Yue was completely clueless, so his response stayed vague.

Yang Cancan, on the other hand, knew every item in her stock perfectly. She launched right into her sales talk: “If you’re doing renovations, you’ll probably need…”

While Wang Yue heard her rattle off the list, his thoughts were spinning through various possible histories:

Perhaps the Yang family practiced “tempering the heart in the red dust,” sealing her cultivation and placing her in the marketplace for real-world training?

Or the branch his second aunt wed into got sidelined in a family power struggle and exiled?

Maybe his second aunt rejected her destined path, escaped the Yang family, yet wouldn’t go back to the Su family that ditched her, opting to wed an ordinary man in Kaifeng?

…

Out of all those ideas, just the initial one held any optimism; the rest dove straight into “persecution complex” realms.

No surprise Wang Yue pondered like this. To him, his second aunt embodied the perfect image of a wronged sufferer. Yet if those darker theories held water, then who dispatched the hidden protectors safeguarding the three families in Jinling?

This only fueled Wang Yue’s growing curiosity.

Clang!

A sharp crash shattered Wang Yue’s reverie. Yang Cancan had dumped a stack of iron tools before him, eyes blazing as she barked, “Do you want these or not?”

Yang Cancan boiled with anger. The man appeared straightforward, but from the moment he entered, his gaze wandered shamelessly. He’d stared at her constantly—clearly here to stir trouble.

“Oh.” Wang Yue snapped back, aware of his rudeness. He hastily added, “I’ll take them all. How much?”

“All of them?” Yang Cancan now knew he was a pest. To drive him away, she’d tossed in massive gear irrelevant to home fixes on purpose.

Let’s see you squirm, she mused with a icy grin while naming an inflated sum for the heap.

Not bothering to check, Wang Yue scanned the QR code and sent the payment. Then he attempted chit-chat once more: “Also, I need a few more things.”

Noticing the transfer, Yang Cancan figured she’d wronged him. Her voice warmed up. “What else do you need?”

Rather than reply, Wang Yue questioned, “Are you the only one running this shop?”

“Isn’t that obvious? This little store hardly breaks even; you think I can hire staff and cover salaries?” Yang Cancan shot back frankly.

“Even without employees, don’t your parents or relatives drop by to assist?” Wang Yue pressed.

“I manage alone.” Yang Cancan’s edge returned. “Look, do you want anything else or not?”

“Yes, of course,” Wang Yue rushed. “I just wondered, if you’re by yourself, who watches the shop during deliveries?”

“You use a delivery service for that.” Yang Cancan eyed the plain guy like he was from another world. Ignorant of tools was one thing, but delivery basics? Was he from the past?

Wang Yue coughed awkwardly to hide his fluster. He eyed the tool mound. Without his spatial ring, hauling them publicly was impossible. He required her delivery help.

But what address? Any he picked would expose him.

Convinced she was his cousin, Wang Yue cut to the chase. Abruptly, he inquired, “Forgive me, but is your mother’s maiden name Su?”

“How do you know that?” Yang Cancan gasped.

For two years running the shop, she’d bonded with neighbors but never mentioned family. They didn’t know her living situation. This outsider knowing she had a mom—and her surname—chilled her.

Before Wang Yue could clarify, four rough-looking youths strutted in—classic street hoodlums.

The boss ignored Yang Cancan entirely. He swept the shop with a smug side-eye and jeered, “Yang Cancan, time for this month’s protection fee!”

Yang Cancan erupted. “I’ll pay you with your mother’s pussy! Get the hell out of here!”

The quartet froze. They shook down this street routinely, never cursed at like that. With Yang Cancan, they faked it for show without real cash—she usually cooperated in their act. Mutual pretense.

They hadn’t anticipated her dropping the facade for outright abuse.

Such words surely hit neighbor ears. For lowlifes like them, “face” was everything. Big shots traded dignity for gain, but street rats sacrificed all for respect. Public humiliation here meant no more collections elsewhere.

“Oh, attitude now, huh?” the leader bellowed, flushing crimson. “Lads, trash this dump!”

The goons sprang. One seized a doorway mop, reversing it into a weapon.

Yang Cancan bellowed a battle cry, grabbed a huge wrench, and lunged.

Wang Yue nearly intervened but held back, observing keenly. He noted Yang Cancan lacked formal training, yet her power and agility maxed mortal limits. One foot from true martial ranks.

Such prowess failed pros, but these thugs? Dozens couldn’t graze her.

As foreseen, Yang Cancan demolished them fast. Moments later, the four bled and fled.

No pursuit. She planted at the door, howling, “You sons of bitches! Trying to bully me? Crawl back to your mothers’ pussies and stay there, or I’ll thrash you on sight!”

Wang Yue broke a sweat. He hadn’t foreseen his probable cousin so savage and potty-mouthed.

Having routed them, Yang Cancan whirled to Wang Yue, glare lethal. Teeth clenched, she demanded, “Okay, out with it. What else you got? Fine, I’ll pay your damn fee, but harass my mom and I’ll chase you to the grave!”

Wang Yue gaped. She pegged him as thug-aligned, his mom mention a threat. Worst timing ever.

“Don’t misunderstand,” Wang Yue clarified fast. “I’m not with them, and no threats here.”

Yang Cancan stayed mute, glaring.

To convince her, Wang Yue revealed, “If correct, your mother’s my aunt.”

“Huh?” Yang Cancan blurted. She awaited excuses, not family claims.

“My mom has no sisters,” she retorted icily soon after. No buying that nonsense. Her mom had zero kin, per her knowledge.

“Then bring me to her. She’ll recognize me,” Wang Yue urged.

Yang Cancan’s defenses spiked. She scoffed, “Just fishing for my address. Think I’m that dumb?”

Wang Yue sighed. “I said I’m not those guys. Do I scream debt collector?”

“You don’t just look it—you are!” she fired. “Scram before I lose it!”

Wang Yue sighed, then extended a hand to her shoulder.

Yang Cancan frowned, dodging attempt futile—his grip locked her left shoulder instantly. Contact froze her solid, immobile.

“Think a skilled man like me needs tricks?” Wang Yue released her.

“You’re a martial artist?” Yang Cancan paled, shocked.

“I am,” Wang Yue confirmed with a nod. “Believe me yet?”

Yang Cancan quieted. Logically, nothing she offered tempted a martial artist—no wealth, and her grubby tomboy vibe screamed no “beauty.”

Yet the tale was wild. Unknown kin?

“No need for doubt,” Wang Yue pressed. “Consider: bad motives? I’d shadow you home unseen. You’d never spot me. Unless you never return.”

Yang Cancan conceded with a nod. Logical. But her stare stayed fierce. “Alright. I’ll take you. But try anything, strength be damned—I fight to the death.”