Song Lian Yan was momentarily stunned. Chu Yue’s demeanor was unexpected. She had thought Chu Yue would be shocked, afraid, or timid, but instead, she was calm and composed. She laughed in anger, “Does Miss Shen think being a mistress is something honorable?”
The words “Xiao San’er” touched the most sensitive nerve in Chu Yue’s heart. She suppressed her anger and said calmly, “Yun Zhi has the right to pursue his own happiness…” Before she could finish, Song Lianru interrupted her: “Stop calling him Yun Zhi! I’m embarrassed, and you should be too! Remember your identity. You’re just a shameless mistress. What right do you have to call someone else’s husband so intimately?” She looked at Chu Yue sarcastically, “Besides, how do you know he’s not happy? Did he tell you personally that he’s unhappy? Or did he promise to divorce my sister and marry you? At best, you’re just a bed warmer. Do you really think you can turn the tables?”
Chu Yue’s face changed dramatically. Even the best temper couldn’t withstand such a barrage!
She forcibly suppressed her impulse to storm off, instead coldly staring at Song Lianru: “If there’s a marriage defense battle to be fought, it should be fought by Song Yunhua herself. Who are you to interfere?”
Song Lianru laughed instead of getting angry. “My sister doesn’t come because she doesn’t even take you seriously. I’m the one who can’t stand it and came to say something! Moreover, my sister and brother-in-law have never talked about divorce. Why would she fight a marriage defense battle? They’ve been married for eight years, never had a serious argument, always respectful to each other, with an almost perfect marriage. How long have you known my brother-in-law? What makes you say he’s unhappy? How much do you know about their married life?”
