Chapter 40 - Cuckolded (1/2)

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As he spoke, Jiang Ming leered at her openly, as if trying to strip her with his gaze alone.

Jiang Shaocheng looked up. “He Lei, didn’t you hear that? The Second Young Master wants a cup of tea.” He Lei obeyed, pouring a cup of hot water and walking up to Jiang Ming.

“Please, help yourself, Second Young Master. Shall I feed you, or will you manage on your own?”

Jiang Ming frowned at the sight of He Lei crossing the room briskly towards him. “Get lost! I didn’t ask you for tea.”

He Lei smiled coldly. The young master was clearly displeased; he had been intending to knock into Jiang Ming as a means of getting back at him. “I thought you wanted tea, Second Young Master. Why have you changed your mind?” He grabbed Jiang Ming by the neck in an attempt to pour the hot water

down his throat.

“Get off me! This is the Jiang household! How dare a servant like you lay your hands on me?”

Jiang Ming possessed some knowledge of how to fight, but he simply wasn’t a match for He Lei, and he couldn’t pry off the other man’s hands. Recognizing the danger he was in, he resorted to leveraging their current situation. “You’re in the Jiang family house now, not Jiang Shaocheng’s home. Careful,

He Lei, about how you choose to act here!”

“It doesn’t matter where we are. You don’t have the right to order my young mistress to wait on you like that. You should be careful about how you act too, Second Young Master!” With that, He Lei emptied the entire cup of hot water into Jiang Ming’s open mouth.

Jiang Ming howled aloud from the scalding pain. At that moment, a roar resounded from the second storey.

“Insolent creature!”

A teacup came hurling down from above, headed for He Lei. Moving swiftly, He Lei released Jiang Ming and dodged the attack. The teacup shattered with a shrill, harsh noise.

‘Without meaning to, Tang Qiu’s hands moved to cover her ears. Jiang Shaocheng took her hand, patting her back reassuringly. “Don’t be afraid.”

Tang Qiu glanced at the teacup. If it had hit He Lei, it might have cracked his skull. Whoever threw it must be fuming, She lifted her eyes to the second storey, where a man in his sixties was standing. His dark hair was streaked with white, and his stare was as cold as ice, as if he were gazing upon a bitter

enemy.

“It’s been so long since you came home, and you’re making trouble the moment you step into the house. Has your sickness rotted your brain? He’s your brother. Are you trying to murder him?”

Fury flared in Tang Qiu at the old man’s ungracious reprimand. What about how his younger son treated others? There was no way Jiang Ming could have been oblivious to the incident with the guards when they first arrived.