The Undeserved Joy

Xu Wanzhi heard a man who had nothing to do with her randomly standing at the doorway lecturing her, and found the content meaningless. Although contrary to her principle of not arguing with irrelevant people, being blocked from her path did make her somewhat unhappy. She coldly responded: “A servant randomly standing at the master’s doorway and speaking out of turn – is this the rule of the Qu family?”

Linshi never expected him to not immediately apologize but actually dare to talk back. Her expression immediately turned fierce, looking at her “son-in-law”, and coldly laughed: “How could my son-in-law manage my servants? I’ve been away for a long time and neglected to discipline my son-in-law. Today, I should let him see the rules of the Qu family!”

As soon as these words were spoken, two relatively tall men rushed out, grabbing him left and right and dragging him toward another courtyard.

Qi’er failed to grab Xu Wanzhi and fell to her knees in fright, repeatedly begging: “Please have mercy, Old Master. My master was ill, which is why he was somewhat improper.”

Please be lenient, my master will understand your good intentions, I beg you—”

“You insolent slave! The Old Master endured illness to pray for the Qu family, and the master didn’t even come to pay respects. So, with a minor illness, should we worship him like a Buddha?”

A man interrupted Qi’er’s unfinished words, stepping forward and slapping her, grabbing her hair with a “pa” sound. Qi’er instantly went silent, with the man cursing: “Cheap thing, in front of the Old Master, what right do you have to speak?”

He was about to strike again when a voice suddenly shouted: “Stop!”

Turning, he saw the young master, being dragged by two men, glaring at him. He was slightly startled, his hand still raised to strike.

Xu Wanzhi’s eyes narrowed, staring at his bright red fingernail, and slowly said: “With me here, if you dare touch my person again, I guarantee that even the Old Master cannot protect you today.”

These words were clearly a threat.

“Old Master, please judge for me—”

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