Chapter 110 - Chapter 110: Chapter 110: Confronting Head-on (1/2)
Chapter 110: Chapter 110: Confronting Head-on
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Su Wenyue and Jiang Chunlan both agreed amiably, but as each harbored their own motives, coexisting peacefully was clearly unlikely.
As soon as Mrs. Yang left, Su Wenyue’s face turned cold, and Jiang Chunlan also changed hers, no longer the obedient appearance she had before Mrs. Yang. She looked at Su Wenyue with resentment and dislike, not bothering to hide her malice.
“I’m thirsty, go and pour me a cup of tea,” the two exchanged glances briefly before Jiang Chunlan began to order Su Wenyue around, as if only by doing so could she vent the resentment in her heart.
Su Wenyue’s eyelids twitched but she said nothing, indeed pouring a cup of tea for Jiang Chunlan. Anticipating that Jiang Chunlan wouldn’t take it, she placed it right beside Jiang Chunlan’s table.
“There you go, drink up.”
“Su Wenyue, what’s with that attitude? Don’t you know I’m injured? Aunt specifically told you to take good care of me, and this is how you do it!”
“Otherwise, what? You said yourself it’s only your legs that aren’t nimble; you haven’t lost a single other part. The water’s right beside you and you can’t reach for it yourself; you really think you’re disabled.” Su Wenyue retorted with a mocking smile.
“What did you say? You shameless vixen! Cousin Yu was originally my fiancé, and yet you snatched him away. I’ve never seen such a shameless woman. Your mother’s family is so wealthy, what man couldn’t you marry? Why did you have to steal mine? You’re just a shameless woman!”
Since there was no one else in the room, Jiang Chunlan spewed out what had been on her mind without reserve, something she had wanted to say for a long time but had postponed until now.
Even as Jiang Chunlan pointed and cursed at her, Su Wenyue simply walked up to her, step by step, and stopped right in front of her.
“What, what do you want to do? Don’t think I’m afraid of you!” Jiang Chunlan’s heart began to panic as she was stared down by Su Wenyue’s expressionless face. “So what if I cursed you? Who told you to steal Cousin Yu? If not a vixen, then what are you!”
A loud “slap” rang out as Su Wenyue directly slapped Jiang Chunlan in the face. Instead of lowering herself to bicker with such fools, it was better to strike directly. Su Wenyue felt her palm turn red – perhaps Jiang Chunlan had thick skin, as her face wasn’t clearly marked.
The trick wasn’t just about strength; having spent so much time in the backyard in her previous life, Su Wenyue knew how housewives punished servants with subtle yet vicious methods that didn’t leave visible marks but inflicted deep torment. Although she hadn’t mastered all those techniques, she had learned a fair amount.
Jiang Chunlan felt a burning pain on her face and stared at Su Wenyue incredulously. This woman had actually dared to hit her—and just like that?