Jiang Shuyue tossed aside the Peach Blossom Pastry in disgust.
"Who's so rotten that they'd take a bite out of every piece without finishing any of them? Don't they know Heaven strikes down people who waste food?"
"Hehe, so you're the wife of the Marquis of Zhennan? You don't look like much. Letting you eat my leftovers is an honor. You're just a woman-don't spit on the face I'm giving you!"
Jiang Shuyue frowned and turned around. Two boys poked their heads out from atop the artificial rockery behind her and grinned sinisterly at her.
Her first reaction was: So ugly...
Perhaps she had seen too many fine things lately, but looking at those tiny eyes and shoehorn faces made her deeply uncomfortable.
The older boy looked about thirteen or fourteen, while the younger was around ten. They bore a slight resemblance to each other.
Even their ugliness was uncannily alike.
Jiang Shuyue: [Damn, coming out in broad daylight to scare people! Thank goodness my heart is strong enough, or I'd be heading straight to the emergency room!]
Huahua: [These two are Old Madam Zhuang's grandsons. The older one is her son's boy, Wang Daming, and the younger is her daughter's boy, Chen Wang.]
That explained it. With such similar ugliness, they were probably related by blood.
Still, she hadn't expected this family's genes to be so powerful. They hadn't inherited a single good feature, and they didn't look much like her scumbag father, either.
Had her scumbag father absorbed all the good traits and left everyone else the dregs?
Jiang Shuyue looked disgusted. "So you two little brats were the ones who touched my things?"
"That's right, it was yours truly! Hey, I hear your family's loaded. I happen to be a little short on cash lately. How about