Chapter 7

With that, without waiting for the dazed Zhu Bafu to defend herself, she stepped forward, snatched the money pouch from her hand, and violently smashed it onto the ground. Broken silver scattered from the pouch, and stray copper coins rolled everywhere.

The moment she saw the silver hit the ground, Zhu Bafu could not care about the awkwardness anymore. She squatted down to pick it up, only for a wave of sharp pain to wash over her as a pair of embroidered shoes stomped ruthlessly onto the back of her hand.

"Who allowed you to pick up my family's silver? Put that down, you bitch!"

"Xiangmi, stop..." Before Li Luyang could finish trying to defuse the situation, Zhu Bafu erupted first.

"You wretched minx, lift your foot right now!" Her money—why on earth should she put it down? How dare she step on her livelihood, which she regarded as a supreme treasure: her hand! Where did this overbearing young mistress come from? No wonder Brother Li suddenly became so desperate, catching any random woman just to have an affair!

What kind of dog eyes did she have? It was one thing to look down on people, but could she not see the elegant aura of a proper maiden radiating from her entire body? Did she look like the kind of woman who enjoyed breaking up other people's families, the kind with the nerve to forcefully claim another woman's man? That was a woman among women, a hero among women! She deserved to be worshipped, not stepped on!

"You, you, you! You vixen, how dare you scold me?"

"What's so great about standing with your hands on your hips like a teapot? Move your foot, I can pose better than you!"

"You bastard of a little bitch, I am the rightful young mistress of the Li Household, and you dare talk back to me? If you want to climb up the branch to become a phoenix, you should first weigh your own worth!"

"Is that how a young mistress treats guests? No wonder people say marriage is the tomb of love. Just look at how heavy this weighted tomb of yours is—it almost hurts to death being stepped on by you, and pressing down on Brother Li... Ha! Hahaha!"

"Li Luyang, are you just going to let this bitch provoke me like this? My father is an imperial official in the court, what kind of thing is she to dare speak to me like that?!"

"Move your foot first!" Ignoring her arrogant words, Li Luyang looked at the hand beneath her sole, which was becoming increasingly swollen and red, and only wanted to reach out and pull her aside.

Seeing that her own man was completely turning a blind eye, Zhao Xiangmi's anger flared up. "You... you loose-tongued bitch."

With that, she wrenched herself free, raised her hand, and slashed down with a horizontal palm, landing squarely on the face of Zhu Bafu, who was squatting and busy picking up money.

That slap made Zhu Bafu see stars, and her face whipped fiercely to the right. A wave of chilling air pressed down over her head first, and only after the five-finger print on her cheek gradually faded did she feel a blazing fire surge straight from her chest to her throat.

No longer caring about leaving the Old Li Household with even a shred of face, she suddenly raised her foot and kicked away the leg resting on her hand. She also forcefully threw the back of her hand upward, sending the young mistress flying and causing her to tumble with a slap against the side of the wall.

She stood up coldly, kicked away the scattered silver beside her, patted the dust all over her body, and cast a disdainful, sideways glance at Zhao Xiangmi, the young mistress of the Li Household who had collided with the wall and was choking back a sob. "This young mistress, perk up your ears and listen clearly. You are not the only one who has been a young lady, nor is the only one with a young lady's temper. This young lady's temper is no less than yours! And I have everything to back it up!"

She glanced sideways at the awkward Li Luyang, who had just opened his mouth to say something, only for her to cut him off dead in his tracks. "In this young lady's current life plan, there is no entry for being someone else's concubine."

That slap had awakened her overbearing and proud aura, but looking at the copper coins and broken silver scattered all over the ground, her heart still ached fiercely, hurting even more than the slap mark on her face. Yet... after delivering such a sexy and ballsy speech, squatting on the ground to pitifully pick up copper coins would completely ruin her cold and glamorous temperament at that exact moment, wouldn't it?

"This silver was earned by this young lady's own hands, which were stepped on the ground by you! It's not some money for your husband to keep a mistress in a golden house! This girl's price tag isn't that cheap!" She raised her chin proudly, pinched her own buttocks with her hand hidden behind her back, and blustered, "Since you've touched it, this young lady finds it dirty and doesn't want it anymore! Hmph!"

It had been how many years since she had spent silver in such a grand manner. With the silver tossed away, she averted her eyes to sweep past Li Luyang's face, which was filled with hesitation and apology. He walked closer and wanted to say something, but she did not want to stay a moment longer, flicked her sleeves, straightened her back, and strode proudly away.

One step, ten steps, a hundred steps, until she could no longer see the back gate of the Li Household, she finally failed to hold back the pain of losing her fortune, howling and running away in tears.

The silver was gone, and the silver for her old man and the others had been used by her as a venting tool. Even though she felt a rush of satisfaction the instant she threw the silver away, she could no longer ask Li Luyang to help her deliver the silver without any lingering awkwardness. She was just hopeless, just possessed a heavy young lady's temper—to be in such a down-and-out state and still stubbornly cling to that bit of self-esteem not worth two cash, what was the point?

On her hand were the swollen footprints; on her face was the swollen palm print. Clutching her gauze-curtained hat, she ran desperately toward her dead end. Her footsteps never stopping, weeping against the wind, she hurriedly rounded a street corner and swooshed past a person, a faint, lingering scent of bamboo and tobacco spreading right at the tip of her nose.

Wiping the bridge of her nose, she did not stop her stride, rushing forward in a frenzy, only to be abruptly grabbed by the back of the collar by the person she had just brushed past, lifted effortlessly into the air.

"Hey... woman, have we met somewhere before?"

Author has something to say:

=.= Continuing to haul stuff over~~ Li Luyang and his wife have made their debut, I'm going to mess with them a bit in Student Union 2.

Chapter 8 Chapter 7

"Hey... woman, have we met somewhere before?"

Pfft! What a tacky, outdated, and self-proclaimed suave pickup line. Her mood was already terrible, who had time to deal with a wild brat in his estrus period?! If he were a real man, any guy wanting to seduce a woman should roar it out straight and direct, then laugh heartily and boisterously say, "It's your honor to be spotted by this lord!" That's how it should be! Thinking himself subtle, profound, and playing tricks—she hated that the most! Lacking spine yet daring to pull her back, let go already!

While kicking her legs wildly in mid-air in place, she turned her head back with a grimace. "This young lady harbors grand ambitions and has no time to discuss matters of romance with you! Go away, and if you don't go away I'll slice you up, you, you... Huh? Long, long, long..."

Turning her head abruptly, Zhu Bafu almost bit her tongue.

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