After saying all that, Ye Wenjun grew agitated in an instant. Ye Wenjuan said to Saint Lord Taichu, "If anyone dares lay a hand on my wife or my daughter, I'll fight them to the death. I definitely won't let them off."
Ye Wenjun might not have had a very accurate assessment of his own strength. In truth, he was only a minor nobody, barely able to afford his next meal, unable even to support his little brother.
What right did he have to put on airs before Saint Lord Taichu? He was merely putting on a brave face. Yet Saint Lord Taichu understood people like him. After all, he had accomplished nothing his whole life and failed at everything he did. Now that something had finally come along—
Could he really not care about what this would bring him? Saint Lord Taichu said with a smile, "Enough, say no more. All that can be dealt with later. If you truly mean it, then return every last bit of money you extorted from those ordinary people."
Ye Wenjuan thought to herself that she had worked so hard to squeeze all that money out of those ordinary people. If she suddenly gave every last bit of it back, what would all her previous efforts have meant?
She had once promised her wife that she would give her two months to prepare. In the days ahead, she absolutely would not disappoint her. She might not be able to give her wife a life free from want, since the two of them had been desperately poor before, with going hungry after one meal already a normal part of life.
When her wife went out to buy the most expensive piece of jewelry, it felt like nothing more than a pipe dream.
Even when