Chapter 68 - My Stomach Hurts... (1/2)
Chapter 68: My Stomach Hurts...
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Her attitude angered Zhang Hong. She flew into a rage saying, ”Ms. Qiao! Do you not realize what position you're currently in?!”
As she finished speaking, Zhang Hong turned around swiftly and said, ”Since you are so stubborn, you can jolly well continue to starve!”
Bang!
The door closed.
Qiao Lian laid on the bed and heard the voices of the other servants emanating from behind the door.
”Sister Zhang, there's something wrong about this, right?”
Zhang Hong replied, ”What's wrong about this? Did you already forget about how she haughtily spilled milk on the carpet the other day? If we do not take care of her now, how can we survive the upcoming days while we are still servants in this house?”
”… But- but ultimately, she is still Sir's lawfully wedded wife.”
Zhang Hong coldly smiled and said, ”How could she be considered as his wife? Did Sir acknowledge her as his wife? How about his mother? I'm telling you, she's nothing, nothing at all!”
”Sister Zhang, her life might be in peril if we keep doing this. She has not eaten for the past two nights.”
Zhang Hong said, ”Are you not aware that humans can only die after they stop eating and drinking for three days? What's the rush? Even if she starves for another day, no problem will arise.”
The sound of their conversation gradually grew softer and softer. It was clear that they had gone downstairs.
Qiao Lian laid on the bed and clenched her fists tightly.
She knew that her best option at this point was to think of the long term and temporarily compromise.
However, she was unable to bow her head to Zhang Hong due to the pride within her bones.
She looked at the familiar overhead ceiling and gazed at the crystal chandelier hanging from it. She could not help but laugh at herself mockingly.
Shen Liangchuan must have ordered Zhang Hong to look down on her, right?
She bit her lip. The words that Shen Liangchuan had spoken to her that night flashed across her mind. ”What? How much money do you want? State your price.”