After seeing the photo, Yang Jinqiu swore she’d make that mistress pay.
It wasn’t hard to tell from the background of the picture that the slut lived in one of the apartments under Jiang Hua’s name—specifically, in “Nanzhu New Town.”
She happened to have no classes today, so before dawn, she was already staking out the entrance of the complex, lying in wait.
One glance was enough to recognize Lin Xiaowen. The reason? Simple. That bag the slut was carrying—Yang Jinqiu had the same one. Jiang Hua had brought them back from Hong Kong on a business trip not long ago.
Ha. Giving the same bag to both wife and mistress. Jiang Hua really didn’t even bother to pretend.
Yang Jinqiu felt the urge to charge over and tear the woman to pieces right there.
But she paused. Wait a second—it’s not even 7 AM yet. Where could that slut be going so early?
Could it be… she still has a job?
Ha! Even after hooking up with Jiang Hua, she still needs to earn her own money? Doesn’t seem like she’s gotten much out of him.
After twenty years of marriage, Yang Jinqiu knew Jiang Hua too well. He looked stern and composed on the surface, but in reality, he was stingy and calculating—downright miserly.
If he could get things for free, he absolutely would.
If not free, then at least at a discount.
So whatever this woman had gotten out of him—it was something, sure—but it couldn’t have been much.
Yang Jinqiu suddenly calmed down. She decided to follow the woman and find out where she worked.
If there was going to be a scene, the more people to witness it, the better. No sense wasting it in the early morning at the gate where no one was around.
So Yang Jinqiu tailed her all the way, lurking and hiding, until they arrived at Jiang Ji’s Private Kitchen.
She saw with her own eyes: the woman entered, and minutes later, came out in a work uniform, busying herself at the front desk.
Oh, how nice.
The Jiang brothers were really in this together—one sleeping with her, the other giving her a job to cover it up?
Jiang Da was truly something else!
Yang Jinqiu had had enough. She stormed inside, grabbed the woman by her hair, and in front of everyone, started beating and cursing her.
And then—
All h*ll broke loose.
…..
By the time Jiang Fuyue arrived, Jiang Da and Han Yunru were already in a private room.
Lin Xiaowen and Yang Jinqiu were each being held back by a male server, still hurling insults at each other from across the room—
Yang Jinqiu: “You shameless whore! How dare you act all righteous while being a mistress? You’re disgusting!”
Lin Xiaowen: “I’m disgusting? You were the one ripping my clothes off. Why don’t you go yell at your husband instead of taking it out on me?”
Yang Jinqiu: “You’re the homewrecker! Who else should I rip into? Anyone with money can get your clothes off. Bet you’re used to lying on your back for cash. Afraid people will see now?”
Lin Xiaowen: “Ha! If you wanna strip me, bring out the money! Put it down right here—I’ll take them off myself. Where’s the money, huh?”
Yang Jinqiu: “You filthy tramp! Does Jiang Hua know what kind of garbage you are?! Huh?!”
Lin Xiaowen: “Auntie, haven’t you heard the saying? Men love bad women. Why do you think your husband has a mistress? Because you’re old, ugly, and boring in bed! President Jiang said he likes little foxes like me!”
“You—” Yang Jinqiu trembled with rage, face pale, repeating “b*tch” and “shameless” over and over again.
Lin Xiaowen only laughed harder seeing her like that.
Jiang Da tried to step in, opening his mouth but unsure what to say.
After a while, he forced out: “…Sister-in-law, this isn’t your fault. Don’t get too worked up.”
Yang Jinqiu turned sharply toward him, eyes burning: “Shut your mouth! You’re the last person who gets to talk!”
Jiang Da froze: “…?”
“She’s shameless, and you’re just like her!”
“Sister-in-law, what are you saying?!” Jiang Da was flustered. “I was just trying to calm you down. How does that make me shameless?!”
“Ha! Calm me down? Why didn’t you think of me when you gave her a job? Now you show up all fake and kind—what a joke!”
“I didn’t!”
“Then why is she working at your restaurant? What, you expect me to believe it’s all a coincidence? Or are you the one who hooked her up with Jiang Hua?!”
“Sister-in-law! What nonsense are you talking about?” Jiang Da was desperate. “Before today, I had no idea she had anything to do with Jiang Hua!”
“Bullsh*t—I don’t believe a word!”
Cao Dou stepped forward: “I can testify. Lin Xiaowen was hired through a proper interview process to be a cashier. Before this, we all thought she was just a regular employee.”
“Lies!” Yang Jinqiu’s eyes were red as she shook her head over and over. “Liar! All of you are liars! I won’t believe it…”
Lin Xiaowen sneered, looking at her like she was a pathetic bug.
That completely set Yang Jinqiu off. She launched into a flurry of profanities, cursing not just Lin Xiaowen but also Jiang Da and Han Yunru.
“…Jiang Da, always acting all quiet like some honest man—who knew you were so eager to pimp? If you like sending women to your brother’s bed, why not send your wife too? Let her lie on her back and support your whole d*mn family. What’s the point of even running this sh*tty restaurant? Just go home and be a kept man!”
She cackled.
Jiang Da’s cheeks flushed with anger and shame: “Shut your mouth! I tried to reason with you, and now you insult us? You’re no better than a rabid dog!”
Han Yunru pressed her lips together in disgust.
She hadn’t expected Yang Jinqiu to say something this vile.
Even in a moment of anger, such words were beyond the line.
“Oh, dropping the act now? Showing your true colors? Good! That’s more like it! Keep shouting! Go on!”
Jiang Da trembled with fury.
Han Yunru took his hand, gently calming him: “Let her say whatever. We’ve done nothing wrong. Even if the police come, we’ve got nothing to fear.”
“Police?” Yang Jinqiu laughed strangely. “You think I’ll believe that just because you said it?”
Han Yunru kept her tone level: “Believe it or not, that’s up to you. But let me give you some advice—rage solves nothing. Say too much, and you’ll only become a joke.”
“Pah—Han Yunru, what do you know?! Has your husband ever kept a mistress? Easy for you to talk when it’s not your back breaking!”
Jiang Da pulled his wife behind him protectively, eyes dark and unwavering: “Come at me if you’ve got a problem! Leave Ah Ru out of your filth!”
The way he shielded Han Yunru made Yang Jinqiu laugh—really laugh.
She laughed louder and louder, tears falling with equal force, heavy drops hitting the floor.
She was jealous.
How did Jiang Hua treat her?
And how did Jiang Da treat Han Yunru?
She used to feel superior—thinking Jiang Da was poor and Han Yunru must live in misery.
But the truth?
She was the miserable one.
What good was money? Jiang Hua didn’t come home, kept a mistress, didn’t care about her or their daughter.
If someone pointed a finger at her, would Jiang Hua ever protect her like that?
Impossible.
Absolutely impossible.
Lin Xiaowen: “Aunt, one moment you’re cursing this couple, the next you’re crying like your mother died. You’re…”
Yang Jinqiu: “Shut your filthy mouth!”
Lin Xiaowen: “I won’t! So what if you’re jealous? You think men fall for you just because you scream loud? You got looks like a pig’s butt and still think you can keep a man? Maybe try looking in a mirror—”
BANG!
That’s when Jiang Fuyue kicked the door open. The door slammed against the wall with a deep, solid thud.
“Stuff something in both their mouths!”
Cao Dou: “…Huh?”
Even Jiang Da and Han Yunru were stunned.
Jiang Fuyue casually picked up two rags from the table, walked straight over, and told the male servers behind her: “Hold them down.”
Before anyone could react, she’d already stuffed one of the rags into Lin Xiaowen’s mouth.
“Mm-mm—mmph mmph—!”
Next up: Yang Jinqiu.
“You—what are you doing?! Don’t touch me with that dirty thing—I’m your second aunt! Your eld—mmph! Mmph mmph—!”
And then, silence.
The whole world went quiet.
Lin Xiaowen’s face turned pale, gagging but not daring to vomit—because she knew if she threw up, she’d have to swallow it back down, which was worse than the rag.
Yang Jinqiu was stunned, eyes wide—she never imagined Jiang Fuyue would really do that to her!
“Mm mm mm—” She glared with hatred at Jiang Da and Han Yunru, silently asking: This is the kind of child you raised?!
Han Yunru tried to speak, but Jiang Da pulled her into his arms.
And Jiang Da? He averted his eyes.
If he didn’t see it, he wouldn’t intervene.
Even a clay idol has a temper!
Of all the things Yang Jinqiu could’ve done—she shouldn’t have used such filthy words to humiliate his wife…
She deserved everything that came next.
