Wang Shuang'er hurriedly cupped her face and glared furiously at Jiang Shuyue.
Jiang Chen snorted. "What are you staring at? Which word did my sister get wrong?"
"You stole your husband's family's money to support your lover, then your lover ran off with it to drink and carouse with women. Of course you have no money left for rouge and powder!"
"You refused to be a perfectly respectable young madam of the Qin Family and insisted on doing filthy things instead. Who can you blame for ending up like this?"
Yuan Clan snatched up whatever she could find on the ground, ready to teach Jiang Chen a lesson.
He stepped forward, his tall frame casting a long shadow.
The contours of his powerful muscles were faintly visible even beneath his clothes.
Jiang Chen shot her a cold glare, and Yuan Clan instantly lost her nerve. Taking one small step forward and two big steps back, she blustered, "What kind of man bullies women? If you've got the guts, say that to my husband! He'll break your legs!"
Jiang Shuyue: [Huahua, is her husband really that powerful? Could he be some prince or big shot?]
Huahua's contemptuous snort caught in the throat before it could come out, sounding like a wad of stuck phlegm.
[What big shot? In his younger days, he was lazy, greedy, and never did an honest day's work. Later, he made connections with the Qin Family and got a little errand-running job through them. You could call it an unofficial position.]
[Still, he's fairly clever. He got a few small boats on the river and hauls cargo for people, earning a few silver coins a month.]
[Wang Shuang'er used to flirt with two young cargo haulers, too. She's still involved with one of them.]
Jiang Chen felt