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“Bitch… you wretched bitch… Was it you who seduced my husband?”
Slap! Slap! Slap!
A series of loud slaps landed heavily on the mistress’s face.
The mistress fell to the ground from the force of the blows. Just as she tried to get up, she cried out, “Ashan, save me… Save me!”
Madam Jiang, overcome with rage, grabbed her hair again.
“You vixen… you damned vixen! How dare you still seduce my husband? How dare you?”
She was completely breaking down.
The moment she walked into the house, she saw her husband with his mistress and their daughter, looking like one big happy family.
The little girl appeared to be about seven or eight years old.
She was in the middle, grinning with crescent-shaped eyes, while Jiang Beishan and the mistress kissed her cheeks lovingly. They looked so happy, so gentle.
At that moment, Madam Jiang completely lost it.
Her husband had built another family outside, and their child was already that old.
All these years, she had been living in ignorance like a fool.
Driven to madness, she grabbed the mistress’s hair and slammed her head against the wall.
“You slut… you vixen… I’ll kill you… I’ll kill you…”
Blood immediately gushed from the mistress’s head.
Seeing this, Jiang Beishan hurriedly pushed Madam Jiang away.
“What are you doing? Get lost!”
Madam Jiang fell to the ground in a pathetic heap.
“Jiang Beishan, you pushed me… You dare to hit me?”
Slap!
Jiang Beishan mercilessly slapped her across the face.
“So what if I hit you? You shrew, I’ve put up with you for long enough.”
“What did you say? Jiang Beishan, say that again if you dare!”
“I’ll say it a million times if you want. Zhang Lihua, look at yourself—you’re fat, ugly, old, and disgusting. What man could stand being with you?”
“You do nothing at home all day, and you’ve raised our son to be a delinquent. If it weren’t for the fact that you gave me a son, I would’ve divorced you ages ago.”
“Now that our son is locked away for decades, by the time he gets out, he’ll be completely useless.”
He might as well take the opportunity to have another child with his mistresses.
“Get out of my sight. You make me sick.”
“You…” Madam Jiang nearly choked on her own anger, her breathing becoming labored.
“Zhang Lihua, since you’ve found out the truth, let’s just get divorced.”
“What did you say?”
She stared at her husband in disbelief as if she had never known him before.
“Jiang Beishan, we’ve been married for almost forty years. How can you do this to me?”
“Why not? I’ve been sick of you for years. If it weren’t for our son, I—”
Once again, Jiang Beishan repeated himself, “Divorce. I want a divorce immediately!”
His cruel words left Madam Jiang in tears, her heart shattering into pieces.
Yet Jiang Beishan ignored her completely, instead turning to the mistress and gently helping her up.
“Are you hurt? Does it hurt?”
“It hurts… Ashan… It really hurts…” The mistress whimpered pitifully.
“You vixen!” Madam Jiang shrieked hysterically.
“You’ll never have a good ending! You’ll never have a good ending!”
But Jiang Beishan ignored her and walked away with the mistress in his arms.
“Jiang Beishan, stop right there! Stop!”
“Jiang Beishan, you’ll regret this… I’ll make you regret this!”
Saying that, Madam Jiang ran to the window and jumped.
“Somebody help! Someone jumped off the building! Someone jumped!”
Just as Yin Hanyu and Lin Qingyou arrived at Wutong Courtyard, they saw Madam Jiang jump from the second floor.
“Holy shit…” Lin Qingyou cursed under her breath.
Yin Hanyu and Lin Qingyou immediately rushed Madam Jiang to the hospital.
She didn’t die. She only twisted her neck and dislocated her arm.
Lying in bed, lifeless and despairing, she muttered, “Why did you save me?”
Yin Hanyu replied, “It wasn’t us who saved you. It was your own fat.”
Madam Jiang: “…”
Lin Qingyou: “…”
As harsh as it sounded, he wasn’t wrong.
The doctor said the same thing.
Lin Qingyou noticed that Madam Jiang’s lips were dry, so she inserted a straw into a cup and offered it to her.
Madam Jiang instinctively wanted to shake her head, but her worst injury was her neck.
The moment she moved, she yelped in pain.
Lin Qingyou put the cup down. “Fine, don’t drink it then.”
“Stop pretending to care. I don’t need your pity,” Madam Jiang snapped.
Yin Hanyu’s eyes turned cold.
How dare she talk to his Qingyou like that?
Without hesitation, he grabbed the cup and splashed the water onto Madam Jiang’s face.
“Don’t flatter yourself. Who wants to save you?”
“You…”
Yin Hanyu sneered, “If it were a dead dog or a fat pig falling from the sky, we would’ve taken them to the hospital too.”
Madam Jiang: “…”
Lin Qingyou: “…”
Yin Hanyu’s mouth was lethal.
“I thought you’d put on a better show, but that was pathetic,” Yin Hanyu continued disdainfully.
“Mistresses are shameless and deserve a beating, sure. But if your husband cheated, the one you should have beaten up was him, not her.”
Both Madam Jiang and Lin Qingyou froze.
That was true. The cheater was the husband.
Yet in these situations, it was always the women fighting each other.
Yin Hanyu added, “Your husband cheated, so the one who should’ve been pushed off the building was him, not you.”
Madam Jiang: “…”
Lin Qingyou: “…”
Damn, her man was absolutely right!
Lin Qingyou softened her tone.
“Madam Jiang, we don’t like you, and you don’t like us. But…”
She sighed.
“But that doesn’t mean we want you dead.”
“Your husband betrayed you. He wronged you. He hurt you.”
“If you die over such a scumbag, it’s just not worth it.”
“What else can I do?” Tears streamed down Madam Jiang’s face.
“I followed him since I was nineteen. My whole life revolved around him.”
Lin Qingyou sighed.
She refilled the cup with water, inserted the straw, and handed it to her again.
This time, Madam Jiang didn’t refuse. She took two sips, but her tears only flowed harder.
“He called me fat and ugly today… old and disgusting…” she sobbed.
“But I was once beautiful. I was once young.”
“He was an outsider. It was only because of me that he got a Beijing household registration.”
Hearing this, Lin Qingyou clenched her fists.
A classic phoenix man—a man who used his wife to climb the social ladder and then abandoned her.
“We got richer and richer, but his heart drifted further and further away…”
Lin Qingyou handed her a tissue.
“If you die, that mistress will get everything.”
“Your house, your car, your bags, your jewelry… even your bed, your cup, your slippers—everything you’ve used will become hers.”
Mistresses loved this kind of victory.
As expected, the mere thought of it made Madam Jiang’s breathing turn erratic.
She clenched her teeth, her hands trembling with hatred.
Yin Hanyu took Lin Qingyou’s hand, ready to leave.
But then—
“Wait,” Madam Jiang suddenly called out.
“Yin Hanyu, you’ve been investigating Leng Yifeng’s mother, haven’t you?”
Yin Hanyu’s eyes darkened.
“How do you know that?”
That was a secret.
“I have my ways,” she said through gritted teeth.
“If you can make Jiang Beishan and that bitch lose everything, become social pariahs, and fall to ruin… I’ll tell you the truth about Ruan Lan’s real identity.”