Volume One, Chapter Twelve: Your Husband Was Scared to Wet Himself

“Hey, still trying to defend her? At your age, aren’t you ashamed?”
Chen Xiaoli sneered coldly. “If it weren’t for your incompetence, how would I have the chance to mock her? At her age, no shame, still trying to act like a youngster? Yu Yaxuan, your taste is really terrible! You went and picked such a useless thing!”

“Auntie, show some respect. You start off insulting my parents like that—is that your idea of manners? People like you probably didn’t even finish nine years of compulsory education. How dare you come out here and spew nonsense?”
Cheng Miaomiao glared at her angrily, never having met someone so rude before.

“You!”
Chen Xiaoli was left speechless with anger. “You little brat, do you even know who my husband is? Are you her illegitimate daughter? What kind of brainwashing did Yu Yaxuan give you to make you defend her so fiercely? Let me tell you, Yu Yaxuan is no good! Back in school, she was always flirting around, seducing my husband. And you actually married him and treat him like a treasure—it's laughable!”

Cheng Zhengchu frowned, his aura darkening slightly.

Cheng Miaomiao sneered, “We know exactly what kind of person my mother is, no need for your baseless accusations. Why don’t you tell me who your husband is? Let me have a look. Don’t tell me you married some nobody, not even as good as my dad.”

“My husband? He’s the head of department at Cheng Group’s mall! See this floor? All the high-end fashion is managed by my husband!”

“Oh? High-end fashion? Your husband’s just in charge of clothes, yet you make it sound so grand?” Cheng Miaomiao raised an eyebrow. She had no idea why even the mall’s stray dogs acted so arrogantly.

“You little girl, do you even know what Cheng Group is? It’s the largest corporation in Yun City! The president of Cheng Group is richer than countries. My husband works for him, with a bright future ahead, earning two hundred thousand a month—hundreds of times better than your lousy electrician husband!”

Chen Xiaoli glanced at their shopping bags and raised her chin disdainfully. “These must be discounted, right? With your salaries, you can only afford cheap stuff. Unlike me, I wear brand-name clothes—nothing like you lower-class people.”

“That’s enough, Chen Xiaoli. We get it, your husband is impressive. But no need to come and insult my husband. He treats me well, and my daughter is doing great. We may not have your wealth, but our relationship is a hundred times better!”
Yu Yaxuan’s eyes turned cold as she shot back sharply, “Your husband’s out cheating again, isn’t he? Why isn’t your so-called impressive husband here with you?”

Chen Xiaoli’s nostrils flared with rage, almost ready to burst into flames. “How dare you bully me? I’ll call my husband over to deal with you right now!”

She angrily called her husband. “Honey, someone’s bullying me at our mall, please come quickly...”

“What? Who’s reckless enough to harass my wife on my turf? I’m on my way!”

After hanging up, Chen Xiaoli looked smug. “Just wait, my husband will be here soon!”

Yu Yaxuan frowned, looking at her with suspicion. Who was bullying her? Wasn’t she the one always bullying herself? She couldn’t even handle two questions without losing her cool? With such fragile nerves, and yet she still came here to cause trouble? Ridiculous.

“Let’s go.”

Yu Yaxuan didn’t want to cause trouble for Cheng Zhengchu and tried to leave, but Chen Xiaoli blocked her way.

“Don’t go yet. Wait for my husband to arrive. Yu Yaxuan, you’re not scared, are you?” Chen Xiaoli grinned triumphantly.

“Well then, don’t say I’m not being kind. If you kneel and apologize now, I’ll have my husband let you and these two losers off.”

Yu Yaxuan’s expression froze. “Chen Xiaoli, don’t push your luck!”

Even if she was a manager, so what? They were customers; the worst she could do was kick them out. How could Chen Xiaoli say such things? Anyone would think her husband was an emperor.

“So what if I bully you? You married a loser! Women like you get a second chance at life after marriage. At your age, you’re just going backwards! Even if I beat you to death today, what can your electrician husband do?”

Chen Xiaoli slapped out.

Before Yu Yaxuan could react, Cheng Zhengchu gripped Chen Xiaoli’s arm tightly, causing her to wince in pain.

“You filthy man! Let go of your dirty hands! You’re hurting me!”

Cheng Zhengchu’s terrifying aura surged. “You dare hit my wife in front of me? Are you tired of living?”

“You’re a man, yet you hit a woman so shamelessly! Yu Yaxuan, look at what kind of guy you picked.”

Smack—

Yu Yaxuan slapped her back, eyes full of mockery. “What, you want a beating? Fine, I’ll give you one. Didn’t expect you had such a kink.”

“You!” Chen Xiaoli trembled with fury, wanting to fight back but powerless.

Cheng Zhengchu coldly shook her off, and she nearly fell.

“Let me see who dares to bully my wife!”

Bai Liang caught Chen Xiaoli as she staggered. Seeing her husband arrive, Chen Xiaoli immediately clung to him, acting pitiful. “Honey, they bullied me and even hit me. You have to stand up for me!”

“Oh? Who’s so bold to bully Bai Liang’s wife? Are you tired of living?”

“It’s me.”

A cold, chilling voice echoed. Bai Liang shuddered, his legs going weak as he met Cheng Zhengchu’s sharp, chiseled face.

“Pres...ident Cheng...”

“There’s no president here. You’ve got the wrong person.”

Cheng Zhengchu said coldly, “And you’re just a lowly clothing manager, yet you dare to be so arrogant? Your wife flaunts the Cheng Group name around like it’s a weapon. Is this how your boss trains you?”

Bai Liang immediately understood. Cheng Zhengchu was deliberately hiding his identity. Although he was just a clothing manager, at meetings they’d seen photos—the real president of Cheng Group was unmistakable.

“You little electrician, you dare boss my husband around? Want to die?”

“Shut up!” Bai Liang slapped Chen Xiaoli hard. She covered her face in disbelief. “Honey, did you make a mistake?”

“Enough! You’re such a useless woman! Marrying you has been my family’s worst curse for eight generations! Apologize to this gentleman and lady right now!”

Bai Liang wanted nothing more than to divorce Chen Xiaoli then and there. How could he have married such a disaster? Offending the most powerful person in Yun City—their own big boss—was a grave mistake. One word from him and all Bai Liang’s years of hard work would be ruined.

“Apologize? Honey, he’s just a lousy electrician, a lower-class nobody. Why should I apologize? Honey, are you sure you got the wrong person...”

Smack—

Bai Liang, furious, slapped her again. “Divorce! A woman who flatters the powerful and looks down on others doesn’t deserve to be part of the Bai family!”

Chen Xiaoli cried from the pain, confused and wanting to say something.

But Bai Liang was already on his knees, desperate. “Sir, madam, as compensation, all our store’s merchandise will be sold at eighty... no, ten percent of the price, as my apology. Please forgive us this once...”