Capital City, the Jiang family villa.
After returning from Shiban Village, Liu Wanying shut herself in her bedroom and had not stepped outside for two whole days.
The servants stood in a row at the door with meals in their hands. Every one who went in was driven out by hurled objects.
Sobs and curses drifted intermittently through the crack in the door.
She cursed Jiang Xun, that little bastard, to die a horrible death, cursed Jiang Huaixiao for being cold-blooded and disowning his own family, and cursed Shen Yuxing for hiding a knife behind his smile and betraying those who fed him.
Occasionally, she mixed in accusations about Jiang Changping's belated arrival-you Jiangs are all rotten!
Wang Ma's apron still held half a bowl of white fungus soup that had escaped being knocked over. Two other servants crouched in the hallway picking up broken porcelain, exchanging looks, neither daring to go back in.
"Madam has been crying for two whole days. Her voice has gone hoarse."
"Master isn't home, and the eldest young master won't intervene. Madam must really be furious this time..."
She truly was furious, but no one dared say she had a guilty conscience.
Shen Yuxing stood silently at the end of the second-floor hallway.
Only five days remained until filming ended.
He knew perfectly well that if he did nothing, he would be packed off back to Shiban Village in five days.
But he could not leave.
That drafty adobe house in Shiban Village, his paralyzed grandfather, days so poor he could neither eat his fill nor keep warm-he did not want to go back to them for even a single day.
Liu Wanying was utterly beyond relying on now. The woman he had stabbed in the back wanted nothing more than to devour him