Gu Yinfeng still wanted to say more, but Gu Xiaohua held her back.  

Only after he entered the kitchen did Gu Yinfeng finally speak up. “You guys are really something—why didn’t any of you back me up?”  

Gu Xiaohua tugged at her again. “Forget it. Don’t you know our little brother’s temper? Is he someone easy to reason with?”  

“He’s just been away from home these past few years. If it were before, with today’s situation, he’d have made a huge scene—believe it or not.”  

“Besides, look at how badly his face was bitten. He said there are more bites on his body too.” Gu Xiaohua glanced in the direction of the newlyweds’ room. “This sister-in-law isn’t someone easy to deal with either.”  

“Let it go!”  

“Then… are we just going to let her be like this from now on?”  

“What else can we do?”  

“Didn’t you hear what those two said?”  

“Even back in her maiden home, she wasn’t someone easy to mess with. If you provoke them, they’d dare to confront even their in-laws.” Gu Xiaohua pointed at Zhong Meixian. “Our mom is at this age now—if she were to hit her, do you think Mom could handle it?”  

Gu Yinfeng: “……”  

Well, it really did seem like they had to keep their mouths shut.  

On the Gu family’s side, after Gu Yanli’s little “announcement,” no one dared to even think about crossing Wen Tang again.  

As for the Lin family, after everyone had left, Gu Jinfeng finally spoke up. “Your aunt definitely didn’t do it on purpose. How could you talk about divorce over something like this?” She still felt resentful about the whole thing.  

In her eyes, it was just a trivial matter—Chi Yue really didn’t need to make such a fuss and ruin everyone’s mood.  

Chi Yue sensed her complaint. Not one to take things lying down, she immediately said, “Hmm, tonight when Mom and Dad are sleeping, I’ll also take a stroll to your room. Oh, and don’t bolt your door at night!”  

“I’ll come by in the middle of the night.”  

Gu Jinfeng: “…”  

Her eyes widened in disbelief. She couldn’t believe these words came from a newlywed bride.  

New brides were supposed to be shy and reserved—just a little teasing could make them blush for half the day. So how…  

In their family, everything was completely the opposite?  

Gu Jinfeng was left speechless. With a sigh, she walked out.  

Lin Jingshen comforted Chi Yue. “Xiao Yue, don’t be angry. My mom and the others are just used to acting this way—they didn’t mean to target you. I apologize to you. I promise nothing like today will ever happen again. You have my word.”  

“By the way, are you hungry?”  

“I’ll go heat up some food for you now.”  

Chi Yue didn’t refuse because she was indeed a little hungry.  

Soon, it was time for lunch. Gu Yinfeng and Gu Xiaohua had originally planned to make the two new brides cook, but their defeat in the morning left them too intimidated to say anything.  

Fortunately, food was scarce at the time, and meals were simple—just a few dishes. The three sisters managed to prepare everything in the kitchen in half an hour without even needing Zhong Meixian’s help.  

Zhong Meixian didn’t have to cook, but she’d rather have been cooking.  

Sitting in the yard, she was on edge.  

After breakfast, Wen Tang and Chi Yue didn’t stay inside. Instead, they sat in the yard—upper bodies in the shade, legs stretched out into the sunlight, sunbathing. Their movements were eerily synchronized.  

Their attitudes were also strikingly similar.  

Wen Tang snorted. “Hmph, you’re something else, talking about divorce like that.”  

Chi Yue twirled a lock of hair around her finger. “Don’t tell me you wouldn’t dare—I’d really look down on you if that’s the case.”  

“Pfft, don’t underestimate me. Why wouldn’t I dare to divorce?”  

“What wouldn’t I dare to do?”  

“Love one, leave one—there’s always another waiting.” Her expression was full of pride.  

Zhong Meixian: Heavens have collapsed! How did we end up marrying such a troublemaker into this family?!

Chi Yue glanced at her, and for a moment, her eyes sparkled with the recognition of a kindred spirit. “You’re not very tall, but you sure are fierce.”  

Wen Tang still held her chin high. “Damn right. If anyone messes with me, I’ll eat in bed, shit in bed, and even pop popcorn in bed.”  

Zhong Meixian: The heavens have truly collapsed!

Chi Yue tugged the small stool beneath her closer to Wen Tang and asked, “So, are you good at fighting?”  

Wen Tang smirked. “A good man is forged under iron fists. There are no disobedient men—only men who haven’t been beaten into submission.”  

Chi Yue admired her even more and scooted her stool even closer. “Then… do you still have your eyes on my man?”  

It seemed that if Wen Tang said no, Chi Yue would swear sisterhood with her on the spot.  

Wen Tang just gave her a sidelong glance and scoffed. “Look at you, so hung up on that.”  

“Husbands flaunt their abs everywhere—sisters stick together anywhere.”  

“It’s just a man. There are three hundred sixty trades, and every trade has fresh grooms, each one eighteen. Why would I waste time eyeing your man?”  

Chi Yue immediately plopped down right next to her. “Alright, then I’ll take you as a friend from now on.”  

Wen Tang eyed her again. “You sure you can keep up?”  

Chi Yue lifted her chin confidently. “Don’t worry. I’ve been picky since I was a kid, and my temper’s always been big. Slapping mothers-in-law, kicking fathers-in-law, beating up sisters-in-law left and right—I handle it all with ease.”  

Wen Tang extended her hand. “Then from now on, we’re friends.”  

“Best friends,” Chi Yue declared, gripping her hand and shaking it vigorously.  

Just like that, the two became thick as thieves.  

Zhong Meixian, who had been sitting just three steps away, swayed unsteadily.  

The old lady, who had been quite spry earlier, now trembled as she tried to stand up.  

She wobbled her way toward the kitchen, muttering, “It’s over… it’s over…”  

Gu Jinfeng and the others had just finished cooking and were about to bring the food to the main room when they saw Zhong Meixian’s state. They stopped what they were doing and crowded around her. “What’s wrong, Mom?”  

“Yeah, what happened?”  

Zhong Meixian looked at her three daughters, on the verge of tears, and told them how Wen Tang and Chi Yue had become friends.  

Gu Jinfeng, however, thought it was a good thing. “That’s great, Mom! If they’ve made up, we won’t have to worry about them fighting or causing trouble anymore!”  

Zhong Meixian lifted her head and gave her eldest daughter—lost in her naive optimism—a despairing look. She had no choice but to reveal the truth.  

Being old, she couldn’t recite Wen Tang and Chi Yue’s conversation word for word, but even the snippets she shared were terrifying enough.  

Things like:  

– “A good man is forged under iron fists. There are no disobedient men—only men who haven’t been beaten into submission.”  

– “I’ve been picky since I was a kid, and my temper’s always been big. Slapping mothers-in-law, kicking fathers-in-law, beating up sisters-in-law left and right—I handle it all with ease.”

– And that gem: “It’s just a man. There are three hundred sixty trades, and every trade has fresh grooms.”

Gu Yinfeng and Gu Xiaohua gulped nervously. Gu Yinfeng couldn’t help but ask, “Mom, Sis… didn’t you look into their backgrounds beforehand?”  

Gu Jinfeng wanted to tear her hair out. “Of course we did!”  

“If we hadn’t checked and confirmed she was a good, hardworking, decent-looking girl who knew how to manage a household, would I have arranged the marriage so quickly?”

“Except…” Gu Jinfeng glanced at Zhong Meixian.  

Wen Tang was an unexpected wildcard. Her marriage to Gu Yanli had taken everyone by surprise.