"I wonder how much money Fourth Aunt made from selling those herbs. Is it enough to last a lifetime?" Yang Chuxia sneered with a smile.
From the moment Yang Chuxia entered, Ms. Luo knew that something was wrong. Seeing Yang Chuxia blatantly asking, Ms. Luo became even more certain.
But now, she was reminded of the times when she had been beaten by Yang Chuxia. Ms. Luo was very afraid of pain and didnât want to be beaten. She hurriedly laughed and said, "Xiaxia, actually Fourth Aunt doesnât even know what kind of herbs they were. Itâs all because of your Fourth Uncle. It was him who found the herbs and insisted on selling them. Fourth Aunt really has nothing to do with it."
"You damn woman, are you asking for a beating?" Ms. Luo shifted the blame onto Yang Xiaochuan, which made him unable to endure it any longer. He rushed out from the room and kicked Ms. Luo, leaving a footprint on her new dress.
Ms. Luo looked at it with a heartache, "Hey, why do you have to hit so easily? Look at my dress, youâve got it dirty."
Yang Chuxia was speechless. Ms. Luo really had enough; she got kicked and still cared more about her dress instead of the pain.
"You damn woman, you enjoy throwing money around, but when something goes wrong you try to pin it on me! Iâll beat you to death today!" Yang Xiaochuan raised his fist, wanting to hit Ms. Luo.
Well, now Yang Chuxia hadnât even started causing them trouble, and the couple began fighting against each other.
Upon seeing this, Yang Chuxia slapped the table, knocking over the cups on the table.
"Enough, both of you. Donât try to distract me," Yang Chuxia snorted, "Fourth Uncle, you know exactly why Iâm here today. Now tell me honestly, where did you sell the herbs?"
As she said this, she stood up and picked up a stool beside her, snorting, "If you tell the truth, I wonât make things difficult for you. After all, you found the herbs and have the right to sell them. But you need to tell me who you sold the herbs to, or donât blame me for being rude. This stool just whispered to me, saying it really likes your head."
Upon hearing this, Ye Ziâan couldnât help but twitch in the corner of his mouth. Did the stool liking the head not mean that it wanted to smash someoneâs head?
It turned out that Xiaxiaâs gentleness was never actually gentle.
The quarrelling couple immediately stopped upon hearing Yang Chuxiaâs words.
Yang Xiaochuan subconsciously touched his head and slowly said, "Xiaxia, actually, Fourth Uncle really doesnât know who I sold it to."
Upon hearing this, Yang Chuxia became unhappy and kicked the stool far away, causing Ms. Luo to have palpitations, thinking about how painful that must have been.
"Fourth Uncle, when I said I wouldnât make things hard for you, I meant it. You found the herbs, so they belong to you. But shouldnât you be honest with me?" Yang Chuxia stared coldly at Yang Xiaochuan, "But you keep claiming ignorance, which makes things difficult for me."
As she spoke, she raised the stool in her hand.
Seeing this, Yang Xiaochuan quickly took a step back and waved his hands, "Xiaxia, I really donât know! I genuinely donât know who I sold it to."
"Do you think Iâm a three-year-old child? Who doesnât remember where they sold their own stuff?"
Yang Chuxia then approached Yang Xiaochuan, but he still insisted that he didnât know. Yang Chuxia got angry and kicked Yang Xiaochuanâs leg, "Fourth Uncle, Iâll ask one last time, will you tell me or not? I didnât want to make things hard for you out of respect for Dongxue. But if you keep refusing, I wonât hold back any longer. My stool can hardly wait."